Stephen
I was awakened by a cat screeching. When did we get a freaking cat?
“Laura,” I grumbled as I turned over. “Why did you get a cat?”
“Cat? It’s your son, Stephen,” I heard her say.
I slowly woke up, blinking as my eyes adjusted. “What?” I asked her.
I felt the bed dip; Laura was getting out of bed. I sat up to see that she had gone over to the bassinet we had in our room.
Laura bent down and picked up the baby inside it. Suddenly, I realized I wasn’t dreaming. We had brought home our son just hours earlier.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Evan. Mommy is here,” I heard Laura cooing to our son.
She looked over at me and sarcastically said, “Does he look like a cat to you?”
“No, in my defense, I was asleep, and I’ve never heard that sound in here before,” I told her.
“Seriously, you thou
