Baby of the Band

Two

The first thing on the agenda once their driver managed to find a Wal-Mart for them to stop at was getting Rob some diapers before he wet or shit himself again. Luckily, Rikki was able to bluff his way through being a single dad who'd only recently gotten custody of his infant son and didn't know the first thing about shopping for an infant. He was able to make it seem like he was far more overwhelmed than he really was, which got one of the sales floor associates to take pity on him and lead him to the childcare section. Sure, it was mortifying for both of them, but it wasn't exactly like they'd any other choices at the moment unless they wanted to do nothing.

        Before she'd help him pick the best product, she asked him if he knew how much his son weighed, which made him draw a blank. None of them'd the slightest idea what the pint-sized bassist currently weighed, which was obviously nowhere near his norm of a buck-forty-five or so. The woman couldn't help a giggle as she changed courses and headed to the home goods section, which confused both of the males following her.

        Grabbing a household scale off the shelf, she deftly opened its box without causing any damage that'd render the store unable to sell it. As she calibrated it so they'd get pretty closeta the brunette's weight, she told the drummer that diaper sizes were generally dependent on knowing an infant or toddler's weight. By knowing his weight, they'd be able to find diapers more likely to contain any messes, rather than leave him needing constant baths, not to mention frequent loads of laundry to be done. Rikki couldn't help a chuckle as he admitted that this was exactly why he'd asked for her help upon arrival.

        "Looksta me like this lil guy's about twenty-eight pounds," she told him after he'd stood his friend on the scale, letting him hold on to his fingers for balance.

        "I thought that felt about right," he said, gently picking him back up. "One of my friends has a niece about his age, and I thought he felt like he weighed about as much as her."

        "This means he'll likely need a size-three diaper, but that can also depend on which brandja get, too," the woman explained. "Let's actually head over to childcare this Time, and we'll see what we've in stock that oughta fit him."

        "Sounds like a plan to me," Rikki agreed, gesturing for her to lead the way as he let his friend pretty much sit on his forearm.

        In the diaper aisle, the woman–whose name tag read Lucy–scoured the shelf for a moment before she plucked down two packages. "Huggies Lil Movers and Pampers Cruisers are just the right size for him."

        "What's the difference?" the drummer asked curiously.

        "Really, just a general preference of the parent," she laughed. "I've had customers tell me that they're about the same in absorbency, so it doesn't really matter which one ya get."

        "I think I'll try one of each–make sure he's not gonna be sensitive to one, but not the other," he told her.

        "Prolly the smartest choice, actually," Lucy admitted. "That all ya needed help with?"

        "Oh, I've a lot more to get for this lil guy," Rikki told her, a blush finally tinting his face a bit. "But diapers were at the top of the list before he pees on me again."

        The young woman's mouth opened in a slight O of surprise, and Rob was glad his face was buried against his daddy's throat. He was already having a hard Time trying to hold it since his lil bladder was weak, but he didn't wanna piss on his friend again any more than the drummer wanted to be used as a potty.

        Apparently sensing the discomfort of the infant he held, she led him back up to the front of the store so they could get at least those diapers bought. Only once he'd paid for them would he be allowed to take them into any of the bathrooms, which was understandable. If he were allowed to take them outta range of any security cameras before they were bought, it stood to reason that he might steal them, even though he'd more than enough money to afford them. Rikki was pretty sure even the pint-sized bassist wanted to avoid trouble, or he'd have tried to argue the point.