|threecenturyman (threecenturyman) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2016-03-24 23:13:00
|Entry tags:||!open, ~steve rogers (old)|
Steve was pretty sure he knew the cause but Michael had been fussy a lot more often the last several days. If he were honest with himself he'd admit it was since the darkness first hit, but he wasn't sure completely. Especially since the first couple of days didn't seem to bother the baby. Though he'd still been very young at that point. Now he was two months old. Exactly, Steve realized as he looked at the clock.
"Happy two months, little one." He smiled a little, then sighed. He put the baby on his shoulder and rubbed his back, continuing to pace in one of the common areas. He hoped that he wasn't keeping anyone awake with the crying, and Michael was getting a little calmer, but he just wouldn't go to sleep. Steve had already tried feeding him and changing him and was simply walking around at this point. He took on the task so that Micha could get some sleep, something he didn't need much of himself. He just wished that he knew what was wrong so that he could fix it.