Baby Business

Chapter 3 A Little Stroll

I awoke in an unknown crib the next morning. My surroundings were unfamiliar. So of course, I cried.
"What the *%%* is going on here?" I heard the blonde man, who was supposed to be my dad, yell.
He burst into my room, furious.
"Shut up will you!" he demanded, "You cried all last night and you won't stop! I didn't get a wink of sleep!"
"That's not how you do it, Niall," George said from the doorway.
"Shut this thing up!" Niall commanded.
George sighed and came on over to me.
"It's all right," he whispered as he picked me up and held me close, "Sshhh, it's all right."
Soon his soothing words and heartbeat calmed me down.
"Finally!" Niall groaned once I stopped crying.
"You are her father," George reminded him.
"No, I'm not."
I agreed, he's not my father.
"You sighed the contract."
"My manager told me it was something that would help me control my bad publicity!" Niall defended.
"It is something that will help with that."
"What?"
"You should take her out for a walk t-"
"No, no, no, no, no," Niall protested, "I'm not going to be seen alive with that thing!"
"This thing," George reminded him, "Has a name.
"I don't care."
"It's Martha."
"I can't go outside with her!"
"How else will we control your publicity?"
Niall groaned and said, "Fine! Just get her ready and I'll take her out."

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"Okay, lets get this punishment over with," Niall said as he walked back into my room.
Within a half an hour, George had fed me, changed me, and packed a diaper bag with food to go. This guy works fast.
"What the #%+* is that?" Niall asked when he saw George holding something.
"It's a papoose," George said simply.
"Wait, you mean to carry the baby in? No, way! No, no, no way."
George shoved the papoose into Niall's chest and hissed, "Where it."
Niall gave him a glare and slipped the contraption over his head.
"There you go," George said, "Go take her around town. Go shopping or something," he leaned in close to Niall as if threatening him, "But don't you dare take her to a bar."

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Soon, I was on the streets, being carried in a papoose, by the famous Niall Horan.
Some people gave us weird glances, but others smiled. And others giggled uncontrollably, the flirty girls.
Eventually, I fell asleep in his arms. Lulled by the rhythm of his feet and heart.

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"Another round!" I heard Niall shout with a laugh, sending vibrations through the papoose, waking me up.
Niall was sitting at a table with me on his chest. Three other men sat there, all laughing and drinking. We were at a bar. Nice going, "dad".
"Hey," the guy next to us said, "The little thing's waken' up."
Niall glanced down annoyingly at me and asked, "So?"
"Well, we're at a bar," the same guy said, "Not exactly the best place for a kid."
"How would you know?" Niall snapped.
I didn't like this. I was tired and needed my diaper changed. So, I cried.
"#$%*#%*" Niall said when I started to wail.
"Hey," one guy across from us said, "I think she needs a diaper change. Most babies do after a nap."
"Why makes you say that?" Niall demanded.
"My four kids," the man said as if it was obvious.
Niall groaned and grabbed the bag that George had packed.