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Chapted 13 // Childproof

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No seriously be prepared going into this chapter ok this is a whopper but also its v short so it's ironic like that

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June 15: 149 days till due

~Charlie~

"It's...it's not childproof, Ashton."

That's the last thing I've ever wanted to say. A couple months ago I vowed that I'd never be that person, the one that has to childproof everything with those little rubber things you glue to the corners of tables and drawers and a lock on the toilet seat.

Well, I didn't want to be that person. I truly, truly didn't. But looking at Ashton's apartment, I realise how honestly un-childproof it is.

Ashton had come to the conclusion that the kids should spend some time with him every now and then when they get a little bit bigger. He was really excited about it too, which made me feel bad to say what I said.

It's a lovely apartment. It overlooks a play-park, and is a couple floors up with a tiny balcony covered in pot plants and bonsai trees. All his furniture is nice, and gives off a really homey feel, and he's got a drum kit in the living room and a couple guitars laying around, with a few amps here and there. It's not your typical bachelor pad, and that's what I like most about it, but it's not a place that you let little babies walk around in.

"What do you mean it's not childproof! It's just as childproof as your apartment is" he argues, flopping down onto his couch and putting his feet up on a ridiculously sharp edged wooden coffee table.

"It's different though" I say, already feeling like an ass for saying it. What I want to tell him is that I think I'm going to be way more cautious with the kids, and look after them instead of letting them run rampant like I think he might. Also when it comes to newborns, they need to be constantly looked after.

Suddenly Ashton stands up and points at me distrustfully, his eyes shockingly wide.

"You don't trust me with the babies!" He accuses, pointing his finger harder.

"That's not true!" I lie.

"Yes it is! You don't trust me with the babies, you think I'm gonna do something awful like drop them or let them slam their heads on a sharp corner or something!" He yells.

"That is so not true!" I defend, getting angry even if it is true. I really don't know if I trust him with the babies.

"Ah, you fuckin' think I won't do good with the babies" he mutters, waving a hand in my direction and sitting back down on the couch with his arms crossed.

"Aw, Ashton, it's not that at all. I'm just having trouble picturing you holding my - our - babies. It's just, I feel like they're only my kids, I don't know why. I can't picture anyone but me looking after them" I say, trying to explain.

He doesn't understand my point of view though, because he just hmmpf's and turns his face away from me.

"What's this?" I say, trying to lighten the mood of general distrust and picking up a book of baby names on the table.

"Just something I picked up a couple days ago" he grumbles, kicking off his shoes.

"Well, let's see now" I say, opening the book on a random page. "Hmm, Theodore."