Ch...Ch...Ch...Changes
Matthew stood quietly, looking at the two infants on the changing table. Carlita smiled at him with wide eyes, one of her tiny hands reached up to him. Her other hand, as usual was grasping her brother's who was kicking his tiny legs and crying.
"I can do this. I know I can." He sighed and looked around, wondering again if he should call Isabeau or Molly. "I don't need the women, how hard can changing diapers be." As if to answer, Sam continued to cry and kick harder. "Okay, okay little man. I'll do it."
He looked next to the children and took stock of everything. "Okay, diapers, check. Powder, check. Wipes?" He picked one up and wrinkled his nose. "They are small but check. What's this?" He picked up a tube and looked at the label. "Diaper rash? My children wouldn't dare get something as common as diaper rash. However, check."
"Well now, we have everything we need, so who's first." He grinned at both then moved in front of Carlita who continued to smile. "Nothing from my baby girl today?" He teased as he unsnapped the legs of her jumper and pushed them up. "What secrets are you going to tell your Daddy one day.
As he unfasten the diaper, he wasn't sure what began first, his nose burning or his eyes watering. His mind told him to take a quick deep breath and then hold it while he finished with Carlita. His body obeyed and as he inhaled deeply, the smell hit him.
"Gods of Hades." He choked out as he staggered two steps back. "Baby girl, if the Pentagon would use loaded diapers, wars would end before they started." Trying not to gag, he moved forward again and looked lost and confused. "What now baby girl. What does Mommy do now." He looked around and grabbed a wipe. "Clean you up." He stared at the wipe in his hand then began to pull more out. "One can't be enough for the mess....I mean I want to make sure my baby girl's bottom is clean." He carefully began to wipe and clean Carlita who squirmed and kicked. "You're not helping Daddy, sweetheart."
"Okay." He mumbled as he turned with the soiled wipes in his hand. "Let Daddy get rid of this....there it is." He tossed them into the wastebasket next to the table then looked around. "Powder next? Is that the way Mommy does it?" He twisted the top and looked at the tiny holes as he squeezed, sending a cloud of baby powder around his head. Sam had stopped crying and was now giggling. "Oh you think that's funny?" Matthew grinned at his son. "You're next little soldier."
Carefully Matthew tilted the powder and squeezed. "How much does Mommy use?" He looked perplexed as the white dust settled on Carlita. "Guess that's enough. Now the diaper. I know I can do this. I took lessons before you jewels came into the world." He took one of the tiny diapers and unfolded it and slipped it under Carlita who began to kick and squirm. "Sweetheart, you're supposed to stay still." He bit at his lower lip as he tried to secure the diaper with the tabs. "Baby girl....come on....just a bit of help here.....got it!" He grinned and stepped back. "Might be a bit crooked but it's on."
Turning he looked at Sam who was still giggling. "Now for you young man. What surprises do you have for Daddy today." Carefully and with trepidation he unfastened Sam's diaper and peeked in. "Thank the Gods. You're just wet. This should be really easy." Grinning as though he had won some contest, Matthew took the diaper off, balled it up and tossed it in the waste basket. He grabbed a clean diaper and the powder then turned. He bent down to place the new diaper under Sam and was greeted with giggles and a stream of warm urine.
Stepping back in surprise he pouted. "You peed on me. Why did you pee on me Sam?" Dejectedly he moved back to the table and as fast as he could, placed the diaper on Sam and secured it. "That wasn't nice, but Daddy did it. My babies are all nice can clean now." He looked at the diapers and frowned. "Not the greatest job in the world, but I did it. All by myself. Aren't you two proud of your Daddy." Carlita kicked and Sam laughed. "Yeah, me too."
"I can do this. I know I can." He sighed and looked around, wondering again if he should call Isabeau or Molly. "I don't need the women, how hard can changing diapers be." As if to answer, Sam continued to cry and kick harder. "Okay, okay little man. I'll do it."
He looked next to the children and took stock of everything. "Okay, diapers, check. Powder, check. Wipes?" He picked one up and wrinkled his nose. "They are small but check. What's this?" He picked up a tube and looked at the label. "Diaper rash? My children wouldn't dare get something as common as diaper rash. However, check."
"Well now, we have everything we need, so who's first." He grinned at both then moved in front of Carlita who continued to smile. "Nothing from my baby girl today?" He teased as he unsnapped the legs of her jumper and pushed them up. "What secrets are you going to tell your Daddy one day.
As he unfasten the diaper, he wasn't sure what began first, his nose burning or his eyes watering. His mind told him to take a quick deep breath and then hold it while he finished with Carlita. His body obeyed and as he inhaled deeply, the smell hit him.
"Gods of Hades." He choked out as he staggered two steps back. "Baby girl, if the Pentagon would use loaded diapers, wars would end before they started." Trying not to gag, he moved forward again and looked lost and confused. "What now baby girl. What does Mommy do now." He looked around and grabbed a wipe. "Clean you up." He stared at the wipe in his hand then began to pull more out. "One can't be enough for the mess....I mean I want to make sure my baby girl's bottom is clean." He carefully began to wipe and clean Carlita who squirmed and kicked. "You're not helping Daddy, sweetheart."
"Okay." He mumbled as he turned with the soiled wipes in his hand. "Let Daddy get rid of this....there it is." He tossed them into the wastebasket next to the table then looked around. "Powder next? Is that the way Mommy does it?" He twisted the top and looked at the tiny holes as he squeezed, sending a cloud of baby powder around his head. Sam had stopped crying and was now giggling. "Oh you think that's funny?" Matthew grinned at his son. "You're next little soldier."
Carefully Matthew tilted the powder and squeezed. "How much does Mommy use?" He looked perplexed as the white dust settled on Carlita. "Guess that's enough. Now the diaper. I know I can do this. I took lessons before you jewels came into the world." He took one of the tiny diapers and unfolded it and slipped it under Carlita who began to kick and squirm. "Sweetheart, you're supposed to stay still." He bit at his lower lip as he tried to secure the diaper with the tabs. "Baby girl....come on....just a bit of help here.....got it!" He grinned and stepped back. "Might be a bit crooked but it's on."
Turning he looked at Sam who was still giggling. "Now for you young man. What surprises do you have for Daddy today." Carefully and with trepidation he unfastened Sam's diaper and peeked in. "Thank the Gods. You're just wet. This should be really easy." Grinning as though he had won some contest, Matthew took the diaper off, balled it up and tossed it in the waste basket. He grabbed a clean diaper and the powder then turned. He bent down to place the new diaper under Sam and was greeted with giggles and a stream of warm urine.
Stepping back in surprise he pouted. "You peed on me. Why did you pee on me Sam?" Dejectedly he moved back to the table and as fast as he could, placed the diaper on Sam and secured it. "That wasn't nice, but Daddy did it. My babies are all nice can clean now." He looked at the diapers and frowned. "Not the greatest job in the world, but I did it. All by myself. Aren't you two proud of your Daddy." Carlita kicked and Sam laughed. "Yeah, me too."