Joan of Arcadia: Adventures in Babysitting (1/1)
Title: Adventures in Babysitting
Fandom: Joan of Arcadia
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Word Count: 350
Author’s Note: For fanfic100Prompt 036--Smell
Rated: PG
Adventures in Babysitting
“You want me to WHAT?” Judith asked in disbelief as she stood in the doorway of the McKenzie’s house.
“Judith, please,” Joan pleaded, holding the infant out toward her. “I have to go check on Liam. He’s sick.”
“I don’t know anything about babies!” she protested.
“There’s nothing to know. Just hold him until I get back. That’s all you have to do. And his name is James.”
Regarding her uncertainly, Judith hesitantly took the wide-eyed baby from her best friend, raising her eyebrows. “Hi there, Kid.”
Snorting, Joan turned and disappeared down the hallway that now seemed endless as Judith watched her go.
Swallowing hard and still holding the tiny person uncertainly, she slowly made her way over to the sofa and sat down. She watched the boy blow bubbles from the corners of his mouth and smiled a little. “Okay so I guess you’re not so bad.”
The baby cooed and wrapped his tiny fingers around her index finger.
She chuckled softly and wiped his mouth with the blanket Joan had given her. “So James. Bet you have all the girls wrapped around your little finger.”
As if in agreement, he cooed again and smiled at her.
And then promptly threw up on her shirt.
Judith sat frozen in horror, making a face. “Oh my God. JoJo!”
Her raised voiced scared James, who then began to wail at the top of his lungs.
She grimaced, her stomach rolling at the smell of vomited milk. Joan so owed her for this one.
A moment later Joan returned. “What did you do?”
Judith scoffed. “I didn’t do anything. He yacked all over my shirt.”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s a baby.”
“Who pukes. I did not sign up for puke, JoJo.”
Sighing, Joan looked toward the hallway. “Fine. Just give him here.” She held her arms out.
Judith frowned, feeling guilty. “Just get me a clean shirt and a big towel to put between us.”
A smile tugged at Joan’s lips. “Deal.”
“Oh, and Joan?”
“Yeah?” She paused, turning to face her.
“I don’t change diapers.”
Fini
Fandom: Joan of Arcadia
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Word Count: 350
Author’s Note: For fanfic100Prompt 036--Smell
Rated: PG
Adventures in Babysitting
“You want me to WHAT?” Judith asked in disbelief as she stood in the doorway of the McKenzie’s house.
“Judith, please,” Joan pleaded, holding the infant out toward her. “I have to go check on Liam. He’s sick.”
“I don’t know anything about babies!” she protested.
“There’s nothing to know. Just hold him until I get back. That’s all you have to do. And his name is James.”
Regarding her uncertainly, Judith hesitantly took the wide-eyed baby from her best friend, raising her eyebrows. “Hi there, Kid.”
Snorting, Joan turned and disappeared down the hallway that now seemed endless as Judith watched her go.
Swallowing hard and still holding the tiny person uncertainly, she slowly made her way over to the sofa and sat down. She watched the boy blow bubbles from the corners of his mouth and smiled a little. “Okay so I guess you’re not so bad.”
The baby cooed and wrapped his tiny fingers around her index finger.
She chuckled softly and wiped his mouth with the blanket Joan had given her. “So James. Bet you have all the girls wrapped around your little finger.”
As if in agreement, he cooed again and smiled at her.
And then promptly threw up on her shirt.
Judith sat frozen in horror, making a face. “Oh my God. JoJo!”
Her raised voiced scared James, who then began to wail at the top of his lungs.
She grimaced, her stomach rolling at the smell of vomited milk. Joan so owed her for this one.
A moment later Joan returned. “What did you do?”
Judith scoffed. “I didn’t do anything. He yacked all over my shirt.”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s a baby.”
“Who pukes. I did not sign up for puke, JoJo.”
Sighing, Joan looked toward the hallway. “Fine. Just give him here.” She held her arms out.
Judith frowned, feeling guilty. “Just get me a clean shirt and a big towel to put between us.”
A smile tugged at Joan’s lips. “Deal.”
“Oh, and Joan?”
“Yeah?” She paused, turning to face her.
“I don’t change diapers.”
Fini