log: evie, graham + babies
Graham didn't go out much anyway, so the snow wasn't as much of an inconvenience to him as it was to most folk. Still unemployed, though he was looking, and he had enough for the baby that he wouldn't need to venture outside for a few days yet. Inside was just fine. Blankets and a space heater kept the bedroom warm, where he'd brought the crib so he could be close to Joy, they hadn't lost power or heat and he figured they'd be just fine. Clem was probably worrying like hell back in Gotham, but he'd tried to reassure her. Wasn't easy to talk to her these days, which was his own fault; didn't make it easier. Nothing was easy. Clem didn't talk to him, his own son didn't talk to him, but things were better with Shane and he had Joy. Despite the circumstances of her being made, he couldn't ever imagine regretting his daughter.
She was the best baby that ever lived, he was real sure of that. Tied with Jake. Taking care of her, it reminded him of days gone past, years and years ago, when Lore was a real weight in the bed next to him instead of an imagined one, when Jake didn't hate him, wasn't angry, just looked at him with love and trust. He missed that. Joy, she didn't know enough to be mad at him like most everyone else was. He liked that, truth be told.
Even though she didn't fuss much, Joy did fuss sometimes. She was a baby, that was what babies did. Middle of the night and Graham woke up to her making real upset noises, quiet crying, and he rolled out of bed without hesitation. He pulled on a pair of socks before carefully lifting Joy out of her crib, and he murmured to her real soft as he rocked her, but it didn't stop fussing. Her bottle was downstairs, so that was where he'd go. Down the stairs, sweatpants and a t-shirt, and the closer he got the better he could hear the music coming from the kitchen. Lights were on, which meant someone was up. The woman, Shane's friend; Evie. Yeah, that was her name.
He didn't know much about Evie. Just what Clem had said, which made him a little wary; mostly because of Joy. There was harmless crazy and then there was crazy that shouldn't be allowed near kids or guns, and Graham didn't know which she was. But she didn't look dangerous, sitting at the kitchen table, her little girl in the pack and play and a dog at her feet. He looked at her and smiled.
"Hi." Real simple, and he moved to the fridge, the baby making noises against his shoulder.