Chapter 13 Sam awoke to the sound of a crying baby. It was loud enough to warrent his attention. He rolled over and threw the covers off. He got up and checked on the baby. She was crying and whimpering. More out of instinct than anything else, he picked her up. He walked over to the light on the table and flicked it on with his free hand. Not sure of what she wanted, he checked her diaper. It was wet. He went to retrieve another diaper. Laying Kelly on the bed, he removed her sleeper. The baby whimpered at the cold air on her skin. He removed the diaper. Before he had a chance to put on a clean one, she proceeded to wet again. On the bed. Sam groaned and looked at the ceiling. "Thanks." He picked up the cold, wet baby, and proceeded to the bathroom. He grabbed a clean washrag from a pile on the shelf. Turing on the bathroom light, he squinted at the brightness. He wet the rag in warm water and wiped off the baby's bottom and legs. He wrapped her in a towel and returned to the bedroom. Laying her down on the foot of the bed, he quickly dressed her before she had a chance to repeat the incident. Then he laid her back down in the bassinet while he went to ponder the problem of the bed. He stripped the thin sheet off, and balled it up. Tossing it into the corner of the room, he went to retrieve the rag. He soaked it in hot water, then returned to the bedroom. Scrubbing at the wet spot on the bed as best he could, he tried to remove as much of the smell as possible. Kelly started crying again. Sam finished his task and laid a towel over the wet spot on the bed. He found a clean sheet and placed it on the bed, but didn't make the bed yet. He went to the bassinet. Kelly was again sucking her fingers and fussing. Sam found a pacifier in one corner of the bassinet. He placed it in her mouth and she sucked at it hungrily. Sam sighed. He left the bedroom and went to the kitchen. Removing the last bottle from the refrigerator, he set about warming it up . He knew that come morning, he would have to figure out how to make more bottles. He glanced at the clock. 2:30am. When the bottle was ready, Sam picked up Kelly and went to sit with her in the rocker. She slurped the bottle he offered her with much zest. Sam began humming a lullabye. Al had popped in the bedroom, but not finding Sam there he went in the hallway, and peeked in the living room. Sam was sitting in the rocker, feeding the baby and humming a tune. He had wanted to check on Sam once more before retiring himself. Seeing Sam holding the baby, brought back the conversation he had with Donna. He wished that Donna could see Sam now. Noting that Sam had matters well in hand, he decided not to disturb him. Punching the code for the door, he slipped silently inside. Sam had burped the baby once, and had resumed feeding her. He noticed that this time she had spit up some of the formula when he burped her. He wiped her mouth with the cloth diaper and resumed feeding her. The room was dark with the exception of a small lamp he had turned on. He continued feeding and rocking the tiny baby. Humming the lullabye again, he relaxed into the role of father. A flash of blue light from the hallway caught his attention. It was only for a second, but very noticible to Sam. He finished feeding the baby, and burped her once more before he got up to invstigate the light. Finding nothing, he turned out the bedroom light and placed the baby back in bed. He checked the rest of the house and still found no cause for the flash of light he had seen. He decided not to worry about it, and went to make his bed. Sam hoped that Ziggy would come up with a reason for this leap in the morning. While it was fun to be a father for a short time, this baby really needed her mother. Sam made the bed back up, and went to turn off the lights in the rest of the house. Accomplishing that small task, he checked once on the baby, who was now fast asleep, and he crawled into bed for some much needed sleep.