He turned to face her tiredly. ‘You can get it.’
‘I always fucking get it.’ The longer they would talk, the harder the baby would wail and scream.
‘We’ll both get it.’
‘Fine.’
They slipped out of bed blearily, their faces pale and drawn, dark circles under their eyes. Unbeknown to her, the man took a sharp object from the bedside drawer and tucked it into his robe.
‘Why can’t it sleep during the day?’
‘We’d never see it then. It’ll probably starve and die.’
A side long glance. ‘What makes you think I’d care?’
He smiled at her as they walked into the nursery. The entire crib moved as the baby fussed and turned. The wails echoed up the walls.
She walked over to the crib and stared down. ‘Shut the fuck up.’
‘It’s not going to shut up just because you want it to.’
She glared at him, slapping the top of the crib with her hand. ‘Then you make it quiet.’
After she left the room, he walked over towards the crib, pulling out the dagger from his robe. Silently, he thrust it downwards into the crib, and the baby fell quiet.