Baby Business

Chapter 4 Diaper Change At a Bar

Niall stood in a hallway, annoyingly holding me against his chest.
I was in a bar and had a full diaper. You know what I did.
"Will you shut up!" Niall hissed as we waited for the one guy's bathroom to open, "This guy's barfing his guts out, and your wailing like its the end of the world! Get a hold of yourself!"
It's true that the guy in the bathroom was barfing. To much beer.
Soon the door opened, and a staggering man came out. He paid no heed to us, and merely limped away.
"Finally," I heard Niall groan after the man left.
"Ugh! Gross!" he shouted once we went in the bathroom and saw the toilet clogged with barf.
"Really!" he shouted when he saw that there was no baby changing station.
He let out a sigh and carried me to the other bathroom.
When we got in there, a lady was washing her hands, but she screamed and ran out when she saw us.
"It's a wonder that the girls bathroom has four stalls and we get one," Niall grumbled as he walked on over to the diaper changing station that was actually here this time.
"How do you change a diaper?" he muttered when he opened the station, "And how do you unstrap a papoose?"
He fumbled with the straps for a moment, and almost dropped me in the process. But his big hands caught me in time.
Niall laid me on the table, not very carefully, and then sighed.
"Now what?" he mumbled.
I smiled at his confusion.
"Oh, now you're happy?" he asked.
I giggled then and saw a small smile creep along his face.
"I guess that was pretty funny," he said.
"But do you know how to change your own diaper?" he asked me, "Because that would help."
Just then a lady staggered into the bathroom and leaned against the counter, not seeing us. Her freind was there helping her out.
"Hey," Niall called out to them, "Do you know how to change a diaper?"
The lady who was staggering, screamed and ran out, but her friend stayed.
"Here," she said, "Let me help you."
Her hair was a light brown, and her eyes were a darker shade. A tight, red dress, went from her collar bone to her knees, making her look even more beautiful.
She unbuttoned my onesy and turned to Niall and asked, "Got a diaper bag?"
He nodded and handed her the bag that George had packed for me.
She opened it up and searched through it. I could see Niall checking out her backside.
"No changing station in the men's bathroom?" she asked him, forcing him to take his eyes off her dress and onto her face.
"Uh, yeah," he said, "They should really fix that."
"Well," she said as her soft hands began to change my diaper, "Not many dads bring their infant daughters to a bar."
"Yeah," he laughed casually, "I'm not a normal dad."
"I can tell. What's her name?"
"Who?"
"Your daughter," she said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Oh, yeah," he said as if trying to remember, "Her name is Melody."
No it's not! I thought, It's Martha!
"Well," the lady said, "I'm Emma."
"Niall."
"Nice to meet you."
And with that, Emma buttoned up my onesy again and handed me to Niall.
"Here's your Melody."
He smiled and winked at her.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it," she said and started walking out.
Before Niall could stop her, the door closed behind her red dress.
"*%#*," he said and then remembered I was in his arms, "How about a nanny?"