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"i envisioned having a nice reunion, but i had no idea how great it would turn out." - John Wade ~
dallas
"If he cries it either means he's hungry, he's tired, his diaper's full, or he just wants to make noise." Lynn informed quickly as she grabbed her purse
"So...there's no telling why he may be crying?" I simplified
"Just go down the list in that order." Lynn replied. She grabbed her apron and looked at me and Gabe, sighing. "If anything, I mean anything, even remotely questionable happens, let me know. The Dingo's number is on the fridge, just call and say you need to speak to me." She paused and looked very stressed as she looked at her baby, "I can trust you...right?"
I nodded, "I'd make a sarcastic comment but it would probably just make you even more worried so I'm just going to stick with 'yes'."
Lynn looked back and forth between Gabe and the door, debating if she should even go. It was her first day at the Dingo and she asked if I could babysit. I mean, ever since I stayed with her that one night a little over two weeks ago I've basically lived here with her and Gabe. I mainly just sleep here, unless I get too drunk and pass out at Buck's anyways. So it would be a bit of an asshole move to say no and have her find some sort of other babysitter in this shady town.
I don't like kids, but I like Lynn. So I'll do it for her own peace of mind. And I won't be careless about it either. Shocking, I know.
Lynn took a deep breath and opened the front door, "I'll be back at 6."
"Have a good first day." I replied
"You too." She joked
Lynn closed the door and I sighed, this is it. The beginning of a miserable job I'm going to have to deal with 5 days a week for most likely quite a while.
I looked over at Gabe, he was sitting on the living room floor playing with a stuffed butterfly. I've never seen a stuffed butterfly, why would someone make a stuffed butterfly? Whatever paints his goat I guess, I'm not about to try and figure out what's going through an infant's mind. He probably doesn't even know.
I sat down on the couch then leaned forward to rest my elbows on my knees, looking at Gabe. He looked back at me with eyes full of curiosity, the gang wouldn't believe it if they saw this right now. No one is going to hear about this over my dead body. "You gonna treat me well, kid?"
He looked at me with his wide eyes, not responding. I figured it would be a long day of me talking to myself anyways. "Well, it doesn't matter if you do or not I still need to be here."
He looked away from me and back at his toys, I sighed "This should be fun."
lynn
The work day was going pretty well, we weren't too busy. I was having a conversation with my coworker Diane, she was a really nice strawberry blonde around my age or a little older. I told her about Gabe and she smiled, "Aw, how old is he?"
