Crisis

It was dark, and only the night light was on. Coldham Fintan "Fin" Noose III stared at the little bundle sleeping peaceful in the crib. His son. When Solomon Fintan was born, his father had been disappointed. He had hoped for another daughter. Fin had hidden his feeling well. His wife Frieda had been too preoccupied with the labor and was afterwards elated, but very, very tired, so she didn't pay too much attention to Fin. Otherwise she would have guessed immediately something was wrong.
When Casey had been a baby, Fin had enjoyed bathing and bottle feeding her during the night or changing nappies. Fin had taken over the same chores, when Solomon, who was nicknamed Sol, was born. It was only half hearted and he didn't smile at Sol or talk to him as much as he had done with Casey.
Fin's resentment made him feel guilty. After all it was hardly Sol's fault he was a boy. Fin was soul searching. Had the resentment, disappointment, hatred and mistrust started between Fin's parents and him that way? Fin didn't want to repeat the mistakes of his parents. He was on a good way, though. Fin realized he was cold towards Sol and spent more time with Casey, who was three. Fin wanted a happy family. In order to do that he couldn't prefer one child over the other, so he decided, while watching his one and a half months old, his attitude had to change.
From the next day Fin paid more attention to Sol. Slowly they bonded. Fin "fell in love" with his son, when Sol wanted only to be comforted by him during a rough night.

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