Billy was just a stranger to Leia. It was Newt who had to settle her down.
They'd came into the Black Cat with a crying toddler. Of course, there was an old timer who told the baby to shut up right away.
"Idiot," Newt whispered back. He combed his fingers through her hair and held her close, soothing her fear as he slightly rocked her. "Now, now, better aye?" He smiled giving her comforting words as Billy dug through the bag left with the stroller.
"Only one nappy in here, " It was a disposable one at best that Billy held up.
"Maybe she's potty trained." Newt shrugged. After all, they only had a sippy cup full of juice.
"I don't even know how old she is?" Billy was freaking.
"You have to be calm, or she'll know, and it'll be hell to pay."
"What am I going to do? I can't go home with a baby. Mum might have a heart failure and Dad would lose the plot for sure." Billy shook his head, no.
"Hold on," Newt rocked Leia a bit more. She'd drifted off to sleep.
"Well, put her in this thing." Billy then said as he pulled the hood of the stroller back and formed in into a crib.
"Not, yet," Newt said with the heavy child in his arms. "Not until she's slept a good thirty minutes."
"How would you know?"
"You get to know these things in foster care, even if you don't do it first hand." Newt told him.
Billy put the palms of his hands to his eye-lids. He kept shaking his head, no.
"What will I do?" Billy needed an answer.
"Lets see if Josh and Simon are home." Newt needed them both more now than he ever thought possible.