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This was stupid. He's just a little baby. Possibly the most quiet and the sweetest baby known to man. Lyanna has nothing to worry about. I could totally do this myself.
Remember Bran. Arthur should be coming over in a hour. I just put down Jon for his nap, so he shouldn't be too much trouble. If he does wake up just give him his bottle but remember to heat it up just a tiny bit. Just chill, watch the game or something. And don't do anything stupid.
Easy! So far, Jonny hadn't woken up! I could probably raise the volume up and he wouldn't wake up! The Winterfell Wolves were kicking the Storm Griffin's asses!!
"C'mon, c'mon make the shot, baby. Make the shot!!" And in she goes! "YESSS!!!!!"
Suddenly, a giant wailing noise erupts the room. Oh, crap! I don't think I ever heard Jonny cry before!! Damn, iron lungs much?!
"He-Hey, Jonny. No no no, don't cry. Don't cry. Uncle Brandon's here!"
Yet, somehow, that made him cry even more! Crap! Where did Lya put the milk? Just gotta feed the little tyke!
He starts to swing him a bit in his arms to calm him down.
"Shhh, shhh, don't cry. Don't cry. Please don't cry!" Great, now I feel like crying!
Just gotta hear it up a bit. And Arthur should be coming in about twenty minutes or so. Maybe I should call him? Or maybe Ned? If not Arthur, they usually end up calling on Ned and Cat, or Ben or Ash.
Don't worrry, Lya. I can totally take care of Jonny. It won't be so bad. I mean, he mostly sleeps anyway. Just how bad could it be?
Me and my big mouth!!
OK. Milks warmed up. Just put some on my arm to make sure it's not too hot. Can't have my nephew burn his little tongue. ... Although if it meant that he'd quiet down a bit ...
There we go! See? All better huh, Jonny!
And within less than a second, he spits and cries. Oh, man! What now?
"Hey, Jonny! How about we watch a little bit of hockey, huh? The Wolves are totally kicking butt!"
The TV seems to calm him down a bit. He does seem to like it. I think he likes it as much as I do. The moment that Cassel fails to make the pass, Jonny must have felt my frustration.
Nononononononono, not again!
"It's just one failed pass, Jonny boy. We're still winning!"
Oh, man! Where are his toys? Maybe he's teething or something!
...
"Hey, Arthur!"
"Hi, Brandon. How are you?"
"I'm okay. Me and Jonny are having the time of our lives!"
"Alright good. I'll take over from here now."
"OK. Good."
As soon as he comes in, he sees everything a mess. Jon's toys are scattered about. The kitchen looks like a mess. And something smells.
But Jon seems to be fine. Sleeping soundly.
"Brandon. What happened here?"
"Hmm? Oh, nothing. I might've gotten in a tiny scrape. Now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna take a little nap!"
All of a sudden, Brandon just collapsed.
Oh, great. I've gotta take care of two babies.