Luke’s Pov –
“I am a nice shark, not a mindless eating machine. If I am to change this image I must first change myself. Fish are friends, not food.”
Yawning I glanced down at Andy who was sleeping my arms, sucking on the pacifier in his mouth.
“Are you tired Puke?”
Sighing, I glanced over at Ashley who was watching carefully as Charlie painted Minnie’s toenails a vibrant shade of hot pink.
“Very.” I yawned again.
“I’m not!” Ashley said excitedly, bouncing on her knees next to me on the couch, “I’m hungry.”
“How can you be hungry?” I demanded, “I fed you, and gave you a donut and three popsicles.”
“I want a pickle.” She replied.
“Ashley you had enough.” Minnie said gently.
“Why cause I’m fat?” Ashley asked lifting her shirt.
“No.” I sighed, “You’re not fat, I just don’t want you to get a tummy ache.”
“I won’t.” she whined.
“Fine.” I muttered, “Let me lay Andy down.”
“Can I come?” Ashley asked excitedly.
“Can you be quiet?” I sighed.
Pretending to zip her lips she nodded eagerly.
Forcing a smile I positioned Andy on my shoulder then held out a finger for Ashley to hold. Grinning up at me she hopped off the couch and trotted beside me out of the room and up the stairs to the nursery.
“Okay.” I sighed, releasing her hand and pulling the list Destiny had left from my pocket, “We already gave him a bottle so we just have to change him.”
“I’ll pick out PJs!” she said excitedly, running over to the dresser and ripping open the bottom drawer.
Nodding I carried Andy over to the changing table in the corner and gently laid him down. Frowning, he considered waking up however I rubbed his cheek gently with the first knuckle of my index finger and whispered babyish nothings to him softly and he decided against it.
“I found Pajamas!” Ashley said proudly and a little too loudly holding up blue zip up footie pajamas.
“Good job.” I said quietly, unsnapping the almost identical outfit the poor guy was already wearing.
“Can I help?” Ashley asked.
“Sure.” I sighed, “Why don’t you find me a diaper.”
Saluting me she began rummaging around the room for diapers. Happy she was preoccupied I slipped Andy’s tiny, easily breakable little limbs out of his close.
“Found one!” Ashley shrieked suddenly causing the poor guy’s eyes to spring open.
“Ashes.” I groaned.
“What?” she demanded, climbing up onto the stool beside the changing table, “Oh hey! He’s awake! Hi Andy!”
Vowing in my head to find excuse to be busy any time Ashton needed a babysitter in the future I opened Andy’s diaper and taking it off, folded it up. Turning around in search of the garbage I was startled when Ashley let out a scream behind me.
Fear the worst, I whirled around, only to be hit in the chest with a stream of pee. Horrified and unsure of what to do I backed up and cupped my hands, capturing the urine in my palms.
