Post by Ryder James Crowe on Jun 6, 2013 9:14:27 GMT -5
Everything had been just fine when Ryder picked Jay up from Sophia's where Sam had been keeping an eye on her before the mid-afternoon lunch rush.
His big sister said she didn't mind that he was late. Again. And going by the shiner the hunter was sporting on his right eye she couldn't really argue about the reason he was late -- sleeping off the hunt he'd pulled off the night before. Of course she could argue it. Sam knew deep down that he might have gone hunting but most likely he was out looking for a fight and had found one. This was closer to the truth that the prior. Well, he had initially gone out to investigate a lead he'd gotten on another werewolf attack, but had taken a bottle of rot gut tequila with to keep him warm. After finding out what he could on the attack Ry had hit the bottle hard and fast and ended up in a rough biker bar on the bad side of town.
So yeah. He had a hell of a hangover-slash beat down to sleep off and at least when Jay was with his sister she was in good hands. Capable hands. So...unlike his own.
Leaving so quick with the baby to avoid a lecture from Samara, Ryder didn't even realize he hadn't bothered to pick up the little girl's diaper bag. He wasn't on his motorcycle since he only lived a few blocks down from the bar, but somewhere between Sophia's and his loft apartment the baby had sprung a leak and started crying bloody murder.
The young father didn't know how to handle his daughter when she was crying. Hell, he didn't know how to handle her when she was doing anything else. Yes, he wanted a place in her life something fierce but the broken hunter didn't think he deserved her. And so he left Jay with family as much as he could even though it killed him to do so.
With a baby flailing and screaming in his arms the tawny haired young man panicked, bouncing her and kissing her and whispering sweet words of condolence but nothing worked to ease her tears. He didn't think she was hungry because of all the things Sam said in their brief exchange, "She just ate," was the one thing he remembered.
When his white tee-shirt suddenly felt damp and stuck to his torso, the young man understood what as the matter. Tucked into the 'baby sling thing' Chey had given him to carry her, Ry realized the pink butterfly and fairy covered baby bag was not thrown over his shoulder.
"It'll be okaaaaaaay." Ry sang the words as he bounced her, even though anxiety was written all over his young face.
"Corner store!" He told her when it caught his grey-blue eye and he marched down the block with the baby in tow, ignoring looks of shame from people in the little grocery store.
With Jay still screaming at the top of her wee lungs Ryder bounced them to the diaper isle, pausing in dread when he realized he'd never purchased diapers before and damn...there were fifty million varieties.
Ryder did the first thing that came to mind. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit speed dial. When a miracle came over the other line he whined, "Chey!"