Ochi Pot

Babysitting with Murdoc

(Bc we all know Murdoc isn't the best to watch kids)

"Now are you sure you can handle this?" Asked Noodle.

"Of course I can Noodle," said Murdoc from his spot on the couch. "What? You think I'm that incapable of taking care of a child?"

"Well..." started 2D.

The bassist shot him a glare.

"Don't answer that face ache."

"Murdoc," said Noodle, her arms crossed. "I'm serious. Are you going to be able to handle this? Because if you can't I can always call Rachel and-."

Murdoc quickly interrupted.

"Noodle, he's a kid. I can handle this. I handled you didn't I?"

"Actually-."

Another glare from Murdoc to the singer, who instantly shut his mouth.

"Relax," said Murdoc. "Ochi will be fine. Now go on, go enjoy your night out."

Noodle sighed as Murdoc shooed them away.

"If you need anything please call us."

"Ya, ya, ya." Replied Murdoc.

Noodle grabbed her purse and kissed Ochi who was laying on his pack and play upon the forehead.

"Now you be good for uncle Murdoc."

2D smiled waving bye to Ochi, as Noodle lead him out the door. Once gone, Murdoc groaned.

"Never thought they'd leave."

He looked down at the infant who gurgled happily back at him.

"You don't do very much do ya kid?"

Only the audio from the t.v. was heard.

Murdoc sighed and rested back on the couch. He tried to watch the program but kept noticing Ochi staring back at him.

"What?" He finally asked irritated. "What are you looking at?"

Ochi giggled and kicked his little feet excitedly.

The bassist rolled his eyes and continued to watch the tv.

A little while later, Murdoc was startled awake by crying. He sleepily rubbed his eyes and looked around trying to locate the noise.

Oh that's right I'm in the living room

Murdoc stood up and walked over to where Ochi was wailing and kicking his feet furiously.

"What?" He asked, scooping the child up. "What's wrong with you?"

Ochi continued wailing.

Sighing Murdoc dragged his free hand down his face. Okay, maybe this was a little harder than it was with Noodle. Noodle could at least talk, even though you couldn't understand her, and point to things. This thing, this baby just cried.

He was going to have to figure out what it was Ochi wanted.

Murdoc muttered as he went to the kitchen, looking at the time. It was past seven, the baby was probably hungry. Noodle usually fed him while dinner was being made.

"Alright, alright face ache Jr." Said Murdoc. "Fuck you whine as much as your father when I first met him."

He carefully followed the directions Noodle had left him on how to fill the milk properly, warm it up and how to test it before giving it to the little boy.