Manuel Neuer One-Shots

Baby Watching

         Chloe Becker had no idea whose brilliant idea it was to volunteer as a babysitter for her sister's one year old son, Andrew.

(Especially when there was a brand new episode of Masterchef Germany airing that evening.)

(And a girl she hated from baking school was there and would be most likely to get kicked off tonight.)

        As both she and Manu were a couple of softies, always hissing to one another they'd never, ever, ever do a favor for anyone ever again (just to sympathize with the next person who asked them anything and agree to help), she didn't know who should she point her finger to, her fiancé or herself.

         "I don't get it why he won't stop crying." Manu half whined half whispered, the baby's head cradled on the curve of his neck, bawling straight at his ear as he held Andrew's butt with one hand, the other shaking up the recently warmed baby bottle.

         The baby's loud cries were starting to give Chloe migraines, and every time the poor little red faced thing let out a breathless shriek for God knows what reason, her heart seemed to break a little.

         It was probably her Italian side, she guessed, which hated seeing anyone go through even the mildest of pains, something inside of Chloe demanding her to make sure everyone was fed and comfortable and alright and happy, even if the things she did to achieve that sometimes stepped a bit off the line.

(Like when Manu was so nervous before the World Cup final she took over the hotel's kitchen and baked twenty one batches of all his favorite goodies and force-fed him at least one of each.)

(Löw kinda accused her of doing inside work for Argentina because of that.)

(Not her fault Manu's nerves plus the overdose of sugar made him puke his insides for almost an hour, making all the players go on a desperate frenzy of "holy crap what will we do without our best goalkeeper/midfielder?")

         "Smell his butt." Manu's words barely rang on her ears before he leaned down towards the rocking chair Chloe sat on, shoving Andrew's diaper clad backside at her face.

         "Oh gee, thanks for the heads up." She hissed bitterly, taking a sniff with a disgusted face and shaking her head "All clear."

         "Dammit." Her fiancé frowned, still bouncing the baby up and down "Can't you download one of those "Why is My Baby Crying Apps" on your phone real quick?"

         "Is there an app for that?" 

         That did surprise Chloe.

         God motherhood was easy these days.

(Not.)

         The woman was certain her sister didn't need an app to identify why the hell was her toddler crying, whilst Chloe could almost picture her child spitting it's lungs out after wailing for a week in a row, someone from social service appearing right afterwards ready to take her baby away from her.

(Normally, Chloe was already a bit of a drama queen.)

(Pregnant?)

(No comments.)

         The whole idea of the babysitting was so she and Manu could get some experience.

         Not that they'd never been around babies - Chloe couldn't see one without mustering her best baby voice, cooing noises and "ohmygodhe'ssocute" following, whilst Manu weirdly had a personal magnet of sorts which always made mothers throw their babies at him for pictures every single time he went out the door.