The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S2 E14.2: Better Suited

Andreas's POV

"Here we go," I breathe as I take a seat on the park grass.

After getting myself comfortable, I place Austen down in front of me, needing to give my arms a break. However, when I place her on her bum, she only stays upright for a couple seconds before beginning to tilt, and I pick her back up to stand again.

"Cool, not doing that," I say.

Out of nowhere, she starts to cry, and I'm terrified, trying to understand what I'm supposed to do.

"What do you want now?" I huff.

The crying continues, and she of course gives me nothing to let me know what's wrong.

"You're not gonna get anything in life if you keep whining about it," I tell her.

"I wouldn't normally step into a situation with a tiny, brainless human," says my brother, coming over to me, "but this is uncomfortable."

"Yeah, the baby's kinda dumb," I agree.

"Okay, we'll say I was referring to the baby."

I think I'm offended, but he also carries on before I can really figure it out.

"Have you tried feeding her?" Brayden asks.

"All I have are mints," I explain.

"The bottle," he states, his eyes drooping in disappointment.

"Oh, yeah, that's probably in Walker's bag."

Brayden goes over to where the satchel is on the grass. Walker gave it to me earlier, but I didn't know why. I guess this is probably why. My brother finds the bottle and comes over, passing it to me. With a nervous hand, I bring the bottle to the baby, and she starts sucking on the tip, which makes her shut up in an instant as she drinks the milk.

"It's working," I say with a smile. "When did you get good with babies?"

"They're literally the simplest form of human life, and not even just of human life. Most mammals are smarter than them. They're not that hard to understand."

"Huh."

Austen stops drinking, backing her head away from the bottle, and I get worried again.

"She's not drinking anymore," I say.

"She's full," Brayden states.

I guess that makes sense. I pass the bottle back to Brayden then wrap my other hand around Austen again, holding her upright in front of me. She's actually pretty cute. Lucky for her. If she weren't, nobody would want to deal with this. Then she smiles at me with her lips pressed together.

"Hmmmm," sounds her little hum.

"I think I'm getting the hang of this," I say.

I spoke to soon, because right after, she throws up. Thankfully, I manage to hold her out away from me before the puke can get on my shirt.

"Never mind," I say, shaking my head. "You take her."

I shove the baby at my brother, and he accepts her, letting me get away from the disgusting thing.

"I suppose since my brother is incompetent, I'll clean you up," Brayden says to her.

She giggles as Brayden carries her past me to get wipes from Walker's bag.

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Jayda's POV

Not one minute behind. Oceana steps out of her house at the exact time I said I'd be here. She always does things to the second, not a moment late. I'm the opposite. Fifteen minutes late is on time, and if I say I'm on my way, it means I've actually run out of gas and need to get that, plus I haven't even left the house. But people expect it. It's built into me. Oceana doesn't really get that, though. The only reason I managed to make it on time to pick her up from her house today is because I don't want to hear another one of her talks about how I should start checking the time and getting ready earlier. I do get ready earlier, but then it takes longer. I don't know how. It just does. But she doesn't get that.