Page 91 of This Feeling

Brystol gasped and clutched Declan’s arm, seemingly for support. “What? Where is Aurora? Didn’t you say she would be helping you guys today?”

I pulled out the little cushioned mat in the bag and laid it on the counter. “She couldn’t make it, but she’ll meet up with us later.”

“You’re doing that here?!” Brystol exclaimed.

I huffed. “No one’s even here yet.” After taking off Winnie’s outfit, I gasped. “Oh my God!”

“What?” Brystol and Declan asked in unison.

“It’s—” Before I could get the next word out, I gagged. “It’s…It’s…”

“Stop gagging!” Brystol yelled, while gagging.

“I can’t help it! That smells terrible. Oh God!”

Winnie was smiling up at me as I took her diaper off, noting the poop had gone up her back.

“Oh my gosh,” I whispered, as I held the diaper out for Declan.

Holding his hands up and taking a step back, he violently shook his head. “No. I’m not taking that.”

“Declan, take this so I can clean her back!”

“Give it to Brystol!” he shouted.

“Me? Why me?”

“You’re a woman!”

Brystol and I both gave him a death glare.

“Is nowreallythe time you want to have that discussion, Declan?” Brystol asked, arms folded over her chest.

I held the diaper out and tried not to gag. “Take. This!”

Declan plugged his nose with his fingers and reached for the diaper with his other hand. The entire time he was gagging, which only made Brystol gag harder.

“Where do I put it?” he gasped out.

Brystol came running over with a trash can. “Here! Put the vile thing in here!”

“I need wipes!” I cried, holding up Winnie’s legs to keep the poop from getting on the little fold-out pad. “STAT!”

“Where are they?” Brystol asked as she dug through the bag. “Whatare they?!”

“For God’s sake!” Declan growled, moving Brystol out of the way. “You don’t know what baby wipes are?”

“And you do?” she asked, just as Declan pulled out the pack and opened it for me.

“Quick, my arm’s starting to shake, holding her up!”

Once I had the wipes, I started the clean-up. I would never know how I wasn’t gagging any longer because it was absolutely gag-worthy. Brystol approached my other side, a clip on her nose and the trash can held out as far away from her body as possible. I threw the dirty wipes into the can and laughed when I looked at Winnie. She had a smile on her face the entire time, and I felt my heart swelling for this little angel. I silently prayed that Hope would be okay, and that Winnie would grow up knowing her mother.

“We need a new outfit, I think,” Declan decided, as he held up a green romper that looked almost exactly like the one I’d taken off her.

“Okay, that is so cute,” Brystol stated. “I can dress her if you want a break.”

I threw her a glare, and she held up her hands and took a few steps back.

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