Note To Self: Do Not Commit Suicide [On Hold]

Note To Self: Do Not Commit Suicide [3]

Chapter 3

               "Michelle, Gabe!" I yelled as I opened the door and walked into the house. The house was colder than outside and I had no idea how that was even possible. The heater must not be working. We should really get that fixed soon since it's only the start of winter.

               "Gabe's still at work! I'm in the kitchen," I heard Michelle yell back.

               The first person I saw was Jamie. His face lit up when he saw me come through the door. I walked up to him as he attempted to walk to me. He took a few steps before falling onto his bottom. That was another purpose of nappies–they also acted as a cushion. Jamie ended up crawling towards me instead.

               "Chantie," he slurred. That's where my nickname "Chantie" came from. Jamie couldn't pronounce Chantelle properly. For his age, he was really smart. I was surprised when he managed to say part of my name.

               I picked him up and gave him a kiss on his smooth cheek. "Did you miss me?" I asked him in a childish voice. He shook his head. I frowned, he probably didn't even understand what I was saying. Jamie began talking nonsense and giggled. "What are you laughing at?" Then it hit me, a revolting stench. How was it possible for an eight month old to produce a smell like that? "Jamie, dude, that is disgusting. What has Michelle been feeding you?" He continued giggling. "Michelle! Jamie needs a nappy change. Now."

               I walked into the kitchen and saw Michelle cooking dinner. She looked like a complete mess and everything around her was unorganised. Even though Michelle cooked messily, the food that she creates was delicious.

               "Hello, Michelle."

               "Hey hun. Why are you home early? Gabe told me that you were going to the library."

               "Oh, right. I needed to return a book that I borrowed but I went at lunch instead. That's all," I replied hastily, not wanting to tell her what really happened.

               "My Lord, what's that smell?" she asked. I smiled knowingly. "Please don't tell me that that's my son." I nodded because I was trying my hardest not to laugh. "I'm sorry Chantie. Could you please change him for me? I'm a bit busy making dinner."

               "Sure thing," I responded. Looking down at my clothes, I realised that they were still stained badly. I quickly ran into the nursery room so Michelle wouldn't notice.

               I placed Jamie carefully onto the changing table and took off his jeans. The stench of his "accident" was getting stronger.

               Slowly and carefully, I pulled the side tabs of his nappy and all hell broke loose. "Jamie, eww! Seriously little man, what on Earth have you been eating?"

               A few short moments later, Gabe came into the room. "I'm home. How was scho–holy cow! What is that smell?" Gabe exclaimed. He saw me trying to change Jamie's nappy and laughed. "That's my boy."

               All of a sudden, I felt something wet hit me. Confused, I looked at Jamie and saw that he was peeing on me. "Ahh!" I yelped in shock. I ran to the other side of the room and started to jump up and down.

               Gabe and Jamie both laughed at me. I glared at Gabe and he gave in. "Okay okay. I'll finish up with Jamie's nappy while you can get change," Gabe compromised. He was too busy laughing to notice my clothes.

               "Thanks and good luck," I told him.

               "Dinner starts at 7:30," he stated before I left the room.