“Yes?” she asked, looking down at the trio of girls on her doorstep.
The tallest one nodded to the others and before she could stop them, they began to sing. Sam waved her hands to hush them, but it was too late. Bars of light flickered across the baby monitor and Daniel’s raspy cry filled the room. Sam couldn’t hide her annoyance. “That’s just great. Thanks a lot,” she said as she shook her head and closed the door.
Sam’s legs ached as she climbed the steps to the nursery. Everything ached. The exhaustion of new motherhood had stolen every drop of her holiday spirit and she wondered how her own mother had handled raising four children. In less than two months, her one was wearing her out.
As she opened the door and stepped inside the soft blue room, Sam looked at her son, his arms and legs thrust stiffly and his face red from crying. She reached for him, drew him to her chest, and ran her finger gently down the side of his cheek. Daniel looked up and blinked, then closed his eyes. Quiet. She kissed his forehead and smiled, suddenly knowing how her mother had managed. She lowered herself into the rocking chair and looked out the window just as the snow began to fall.
Written for this week’s Red Writing Hood prompt: a story in fewer than 300 words that begins, “The doorbell rang,” and ends with “snow began to fall.”