You sit up in bed from the sudden cries of a baby. Specifically your baby, who is 9 months old. You look over to your bedside table and see that it's 4:30, Harry arrived at the house 4 hours ago and he's out like a rock. You hear another loud cry before you get up and jog to the bedroom besides yours.
"Hey baby girl." You say as you see your daughter standing as she holds on to the white wooden crib. She was biting into it with her small mouth as if she was trying to hold in her tears.
"Awe baby, what's wrong?" I coo picking her up as she continues to cry.
It was then, when the horrifying thing happened. You thought you were about to die because of the situation. Darcy had diarrhea, all over her body, up to her damn neck! You unbutton her onesie and tear up at the horrible smell. "Jesus fucking Christ." You laugh. Not because it was funny, more because you didn't want to believe it. "Okay." You shudder making your way into her ensuite.
You set her on the marble sink and take off everything covering her body, even the poop with a warm wet towel. Once she's clean, you run the bath and fill it with baby safe bubbles, but not to much because she might want to eat them. You as well, strip naked and pick her up, taking her into the tub.
"C'mon baby. You'll love it." You say sitting in the half filled tub with little Darcy on your lab, facing you.
Darcy coos in my lap, blindingly reaching out towards me. Her small hands grab my breast as she latches her mouth onto my nipple. I hug her close to me as I shut my eyes for a while and lean back. I enjoy some time with my daughter at 5 am and I wouldn't change it for the world.
You dry yourself and your daughter and change her into another onesie, taking her back to the master bedroom where Harry was still snoring. You set Darcy in the middle and lay down on your side. She continues to giggle and play with her feet making you smile softly. She grabs onto Harry's hair and then cuddles his back, as he was facing away from your side.
"Say 'wake up mommy.'" you hear. You open your eyes and see Darcy starring at you from above and smile. "Hey baby." I smile and close my eyes again. Harry chuckles from his side of the bed and leans to kiss your neck. "Morning, my snoring beauty."
"You're the one to speak, you were out like a rock and snoring like 50 grandpas on recliners." You giggle at his reaction. He ends up smiling and kisses you again but on the lips. "Well it saved me from helping you clean shit." he smirks looking at Darcy who was lying around our hips playing and giggling at her feet, again.
"How'd you know?" I ask turning more onto my side and cuddling into his chest, kissing his neck multiple times since I missed him. I haven't seen him in two whole days unless I woke up at night for the baby, he would be snoring like a bear.
"Mmmm. You left evidence. I went to get her a toy but her room is penetrated and it's all over the mattress." he says rubbing my back. "Fuck." I groan as I cry into his chest. I close my eyes and hide in his neck.
"Darcy, I think you broke my baby momma." He chuckles kissing my face as Darcy giggled, knowing damn well she's getting a new mattress.
