"Ow! Too hot!" You were currently holding a crying baby, and I was trying to make a bottle.
I threw a couple of ice cubes in it and then shook the bottle, not stopping until I didn't hear the ice hitting the plastic sides.
When it had finally melted, I put a drop on my finger, glad that the formula was now at an acceptable temperature.
I scurried into the living room where you were rocking her softly, your hair all over the place. I handed you the bottle, but when you tried to give it to her she just screamed louder. You handed it back to me, and I sighed, setting it on the coffee table. When I bent down, I smelled something gross.
"You didn't check her diaper first?"
"I'm sorry! I'm tired!"
I sighed. "Me, too. Look, you go take a nap, I'll call Em, and she can help me while you sleep, okay? When you wake up, we'll trade."
You debated. "Why should I sleep first?"
I laughed. "Because you've been holding her this whole time. You didn't remember to check a diaper, you need sleep more than I do. Now go, I'll ask Emlyn when I change Laura's diaper."
You nodded and kissed me briefly. "I love you."
"Love you too," I answered, and then you were dragging yourself up the stairs so you could get some sleep.
I followed behind, heading towards the nursery. "It's just you and me for a little bit."
Laura cried harder.
"See, all she needed was a little bit of Emmy," Emlyn said in her baby voice, tapping Laura's nose. Laura giggled.
"She loves you more than she loves me," I whined.
"What can I say? My sister's five year old adore me. I guess I'm just good with them."
"Em! You're supposed to deny it and say she still loves me the most!"
Emlyn glanced up at me with a grin. "Sorry," she shrugged.
She was definitely not sorry.
"Here," she said, handing me my daughter. "Hold her up to where she can see me, I want to know if she likes peek-a-boo."
I sighed and did what she said, knowing very well that Laura loved it. Unless I was the one doing it, then she screamed.
"Peek-a-boo!"
Giggles.
"Peek-a-boo!"
Giggles.
"This better be a phase," I muttered.
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Teen Fiction"You know those super cliche' stories where there's that bad boy who meets the good girl?" I nodded and you went on. "Well, I'm kind of like the bad boy- just dialed down by about forty percent." "Well, you don't seem so bad to me," I replied. Som...