Okay so I’m a horrible person. I’ve been on holiday for ages and only got back yesterday. I forgot to save this chapter, so I had to rewrite it, and it’s been edited about three times.
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“Blue eyes.” I picked up the small blue marbles and pushed them into the plastic baby’s eye sockets, only to be knocked aside by Liam’s muscular arm.
“Green eyes.”
“You don’t even have green eyes.” He sighed and ran his hand through his dark hair.
“Fine. But only if I can pick the name.”
“Deal.” Liam nodded and walked to the teacher’s desk, asking for a fabricated naming certificate. After writing something down on the slip, he waked over to where I was standing. After several seconds, I looked up at him.
“We are not naming our child Candy.”
“Why not? It’s the shortened name for Candace. It’s a perfectly respectable name.”
“For a stripper!” He just laughed. I frowned and stared at him in disbelief. “Do you go out of your way to piss me off?”
“That depends, is it working?” I sighed in frustration, grabbing the sheet of him and drawing a fat line through the text.
We were ten minutes from the end of the lesson and had decided on almost nothing. After spending the first half an hour deciding if our baby would be a boy or a girl, we had little time for anything else.
A small bag sat on my desk, and after avoiding it all lesson, I finally observed its contents. Inside, sat a small booklet, explaining how to care for our baby. The manual explained the plastic toy had a timer set for every three hours, when he or she would cry. Basically, crying meant they were either hungry or tired.
Reaching into the bag, I pulled out a small pink bottle and a cable. The bottle, I assumed, was for feeding the child, and after reading the manual further, I learnt that if you shoved the teat down the child’s throat, she made a sort-of gargling noise. That was one solution.
Like I mentioned earlier, another reason for the baby being upset was fatigue. As I lifted the fake child above my head, I noticed a small power socket on her backside. I plugged the cable into the baby and the other end into a socket on the wall. I laughed to myself. It’s not every day you get to charge up a baby.
Occasionally, as our teacher Mrs Eastern put it, your baby will cry for what appears to be no apparent reason. Supposedly, our child can sense when the parents are ignoring her. Sounds like a whole load of bull to me.
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The Baby Project
Romance"Grace Winters," I paused as I heard the teacher call my name, and waited impatiently for her to pull another card out of the bag. "And Liam Rider." I watched as his face turned, his blue eyes finally connecting with mine. Standing up, he sauntered...
