Parenting Paul

Chapter 7: Happy Little Accident

Meanwhile, Paul was in his bedroom and making his way back into bed, while Martha, his dog, watched him from her little bed beside him. "This is absolutely bonkers Martha...." Paul whispered to himself as he sat on the edge of his bed, and Martha looked up at him. "Seriously, who in the hell would expect me?! Of all people to watch this young 5 year old child?!" He questioned out loud as Martha tilted her head with concern. Paul then crawled under his blankets, and exhaled deeply as he closed his eyes. Unknowingly to him, Heather was sneaking into his room, and stealthily began stepping through the dimly lit room trying to find his bed. "Psst.....Mr. Paul?" Heather whispered once she made her way to him, and saw him asleep.

"Paul?" Heather whispered again, but slightly louder than she was the first time, as she tapped his cheek. "Ugh....go away...." He grumbled as he lifted his blankets and covered his head with them, and Heather immediately grabbed the blanket and yanked it off of him. "Psst!" She continued with noticeable discomfort and frustration. "Oh my god........" Paul snarled as Heather began to tap his cheeks obnoxiously, and use her tiny fingers to forcefully open his eyes. Paul, then, with frustration peered out from under his blankets directly at Heather who was looking at him with shame and humiliation. "What do you want?" Paul muttered as Heather continued watching with guilt. "I peed on the couch...." She soon confessed with regret as he lifted himself up, and analyzed her with dismay. "You what?!"

Without any other words, Paul followed Heather back to the living room where she pointed to the couch stained with urine where she had her accident with remorse as Paul's eyes widened. "That's a shit ton of piss...." He whispered as Heather began to cry softly knowing what she did was wrong. Hastily, Paul walked over to the floor, and grabbed some newspapers that spoke about Allen Klein becoming the Beatles manager, and began ripping the papers to fit the stained cushion. "What are you doing that for? Don't you need that?" Heather asked as she watched with curiosity as he kept tearing the paper into pieces. "See? All better, no more wetness.....no more crying, back to bed...." Paul said as Heather's eyes drifted down to her skirt. "What about my dress?" Heather asked as Paul nodded and chewed on his finger nails, and walked into the first room on the right, in the hallway, which was the bathroom. Heather watched with interest as she watched him bend down, and dig through folded clothes.

"Here, a crocodile green and black striped skirt, a matching shirt, and an apricot orange vest......these are my step sister Ruth's, but I don't think she'll mind if you wear it..." Paul offered as he handed the garments to Heather. Paul then closed the clothing box, and stood up as he made his way back towards his bedroom. "Wait....." Heather soon whispered as he turned around to her, and saw her holding the clothes cluelessly. "What now?" He asked with exhaustion. "I don't know how to get the buttons undone on my dress...." She whispered innocently as he sighed, kneeled down, and unbuttoned the left button. "Here, now I'll show you how to do the other side...." Paul said softly as Heather watched with her full attention. "Grab it, push it.....and pull it...." He instructed as he guided her through the steps, resulting in her overall skirt falling to the ground.

"You can get dressed on your own, right?" He asked with fatigue, as Heather nodded silently as she began to get dressed in the new clothes, as he walked back to his bedroom finally, and accidentally let Martha out of the room as he opened the door. "AWWWW!!" Heather exclaimed excitedly as Paul smiled slightly as Martha ran up to Heather, and began to lick her, as Heather ruffled Martha's fur. "What a cute little doggy!!? What kind of dog is she?" Heather gushed as she giggled. "Martha is an English sheep dog...." Paul answered with calmness as he continued to watch them play together. "Back in New York City, my bestest friend named Darla had several puppies....she had one that was golden brown, and another one that had chocolate spots...they were born not long ago, and I wanted one....but my mommy said we can't in our apartment.......also one of my neighbors named Mr. Harold has this wolf type dog....that helps him see..." Heather rambled on as Paul rolled his eyes as he chuckled and entered his bedroom.