The crying hadn’t stopped for hours. A baby with an ear infection was no fun.

Y/N was walking around the kitchen, bouncing Grace up and down, trying to get the wails to stop.

“Baby, what do you want?” I’ve done about everything I can,” Y/N almost pleads with the baby. “Mommy wants to sleep.”

I was suddenly aware of the fact the Y/N didn’t sleep at all last night.

I walk over to Y/N, and take the baby from her. “I got baby duty tonight.”

Crap.

I’m screwed.

“Are you serious?” Y/N asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” I smile.

What am I doing? I pag-ibig Grace to death but…

“Ok I’m going to kama then.” She bolts from the room after giving me a quick halik on the cheek.

“This isn’t going to be bad,” I thought.

I look down at my crying baby. “Alright Gracey, ready for some daddy-daughter bonding time?”

The answer to my tanong is just madami sobs.

“Alrighty then.” I say, shifting her a bit.

“Should we watch some Sesame Street?” I ask.

In all honesty Sesame kalye wasn’t that bad.

She just keeps crying.

“I’m going to assume that’s a yes.” I saw, grabbing her sippy cup and blanket on the way to the couch.

I turn on the TV, which already had the Sesame kalye tape in it.

Kermit the Frog was on.

“See Gracey, you pag-ibig Kermit, don’t you baby?”

The wails keep coming.

“Why are there so many, songs about rainbows, and what’s on the other side.” Kermit the Frog sang.

“This is a good song…” I saw, looking down at the baby.

She just keeps on crying.

I decided I needed to entertain myself.

“Someday we’ll find it, the bahaghari connection. The lovers, the dreamers, and me.” I sing along with the TV.

And the crying stops.

Grace looks up at me, sniffling, eyes wide.

So I keep singing. “All of us under its spell, we know that’s its probably magic.”

I finish out the song, watching her fall asleep.

I would pag-ibig to sing to my baby girl every night now because of this.