Desire C.B

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Feeling insecure about this chapter ngl bc it's kind of another filler until our italy trip.. so uh.. here ya go ig

*Leighton's POV*

Touching down onto the tarmac was one of the best moments of my life.

I couldn't wait to get off this stupid airplane.

Talk about a flight from hell.

I honestly think I cried the whole flight.

I'm sure if the passengers didn't hear her crying, they'd think I had pretty bad diarrhea or something with how often I stayed in the bathroom, trying to console my screaming child.

She was fine until we got in the air and her ears popped. The rest was hell.

I tried to breast feed her in the bathroom - which wasn't easy by the way, but she wasn't having it. 

I tried to snuggle and sing to her, change her diaper, play with toys in our seat, but nothing worked.

"I'm never flying with her ever again" I groaned, walking through the airport with a puffy red baby on my hip, her tear dried face cheek laying against the fabric of my shirt.

"It was her first time. It's not the end of the world" Aunt Ginger told me, carrying the diaper bag on her shoulder.

"Yeah well it still sucked. She is not coming to Italy with us" I grumbled, tiredness making me extremely moody.

Gemma thankfully slept on the car ride home, luckily staying that way the whole way in, even with the dogs noisy welcome.

We got home a little after midnight, Melissa greeting us at the door to help with our bags.

"We set up a pack and play next to your bed until dad gets here with the crib" She informed me and I nodded, too tired to even properly thank her generosity.

I placed her car seat down on the full sized bed, letting her diaper bag drop off my shoulder.

Melissa and Dakota, the now three year old rottweiler wandered into the room, my suitcase being dragged behind her.

"Here ya go" She placed it next to the bed and I mumbled a thank you, feeling extremely overwhelmed.

"Can um.. can you watch her? I want to go wash the airport off of me" I asked, digging through my messy suitcase to find new clothes, shuffling through all the baby stuff to find my underwear.

Melissa thankfully agreed, letting me go take a quick shower to wash off the baby spit up and airport smell.

Motherhood was fun.

Once a fresh pair of clothes was on and my teeth were brushed, I walked back in to see Melissa changing Gemma's diaper.

"Oh, sorry" I muttered, not expecting Gemma to have awoken.

"It's not a problem" Melissa shrugged off, closing the tabs on her diaper.

"She's probably hungry.." I sighed, not wanting to breastfeed right now. "She didn't eat on the plane" I explained, almost tripping over Dakota due to her noisiness over the baby.

"She takes a bottle right?" Melissa asked and I nodded, grabbing the dirty diaper so I could go dispose of it in the outdoor trash can, the room not  having a bin in it. "I could feed her" She suggested but I shook my head.

"I don't know where her formula is right now. I can feed her, thank you though" I gave her a small smile, not giving her time to respond as I walked off towards the garage.

I tossed the soiled diaper into the bin, almost screaming when I heard Aunt Ginger talk from behind me.

"Sorry, I forgot to add a trash bin" She said, my heart racing.