Roman
“You ready?” My father stared down at me.
Kaison wriggled in his arms and made quiet, whining babbles, tears collecting in the little pup’s eyes. On Jasmine’s list, she stated this meant a hungry Kaison. If he turned wriggling and irritable, he was tired. And if he began crying, he needed one of the teething rings in the freezer. There must have been a nuance in their variations that I wasn’t picking up on yet.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I opened my arms and settled Kaison against me.
“Hold him a little higher.” My father perched on the couch next to me, gently manoeuvring my elbow. “Now, hold the bottle angled and just rub the teat on his lips; let him know it’s there.”
I did as he said, and I didn’t have to wait long for the little pup to latch. A long-forgotten bloom of pride s
