Arianne grabbed him and held him back. “Mary is sleeping. Why would you move the cot now? Let’s just try to get by tonight. Can’t you have someone move the cot tomorrow? Go back to bed. He’s not going to disturb my sleep by drinking milk. I’m going back to sleep too.”
Mark’s brain had gotten fuzzy from sleepiness. He had not considered that. He grunted in reply and lay back down on his bed to continue sleeping. Aristotle shifted his tiny body. He faced his head towards Arianne, suckling on her milk, and placed his foot on Mark. His father turned his head to the side, opened his eyes and smiled at him. Then, he indulgently held his chubby little foot.
Arianne smiled when she saw this. Mark may seem annoyed by the fact that Aristotle wasn’t born a girl on the surface, but his body language remained honest.
The next morning, Mary hurriedly knocked on the door. “Sir, Madam. It’s a disaster! Aristotle is missing!”
Mark got up and opened the door. “He’s here with us. He crawled over in the middle of the night. We’ll take care of him at night from now on. You must be exhausted from taking care of him these past few months.”
Mary was close to tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. Perhaps it was because of the snow last night. It was so cold, so I slept like a log. Is he okay? The cot is so high; how did he manage to get down?”
Mark shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t worry. It’s fine. You’re getting on a bit, and taking care of a baby would be torture.”
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