Brody was crying again; loud and clear over the baby monitor. I groggily checked the clock. It was 3am. They say having kids is worth it, but so far it's been grueling. I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. To my relief, I heard Brody's door open, followed by the sound of soft slippers padding their way into his room. It was my turn to take care of Brody, but Nichole must have beat me to it. I couldn't have asked for a better wife and mother. While still rubbing my eyes, I heard a soft, odd-sounding humming through the baby monitor. Brody almost immediately stopped crying. Thank goodness...I only had 3 hours left to sleep. I laid back down, turning over to get more comfortable. My eyes fell upon Nichole's silhouette. She was sitting straight-backed, looking down at me. Though I couldn't see her face, I'm sure it was as panicked as mine. I jumped out of bed with a start. I sped out of the room and into the hallway, followed closely behind by what sounded like Nichole raspily trying to keep up while tangled in sheets. Half naked, I rushed through Brody's doorway and flipped on the lights. Brody was being cradled softly by Nichole; anger and confusion plain on her face. Nichole's eyes drifted past me, and her face contorted with terror. The crying started again as I slowly turned around.