Page 168 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

James, for his part, was completely unfazed, blinking up at his fathers like he knew they had no clue what they were doing.

“What’s going on?” I croaked, my voice still thick with sleep.

Adam turned to me, looking borderline betrayed. “The diapers are gone.”

I blinked. “Gone?”

Kai ran a hand through his hair, looking disheveled and exasperated. “We had a whole pack of them right here, and now… poof. They’ve disappeared.”

Samuel sighed, finally stepping in. “Did you check the shelf?”

Kai and Adam both froze. Then, as if in slow motion, they turned and looked at the shelf above the changing table… the one labeled “Diapers” in big, bold letters because we had all agreed a system was necessary.

Silence.

Then Adam muttered, “Shut up.”

Samuel smirked.

I rolled onto my back and laughed until I cried.

By day three, I had learned something important: three grown men could handle an infant, but it wasn’t always pretty.

Like when Adam decided to take over swaddling duty.

“Watch this,” he said confidently, laying James down on the couch between us. “I’ve got this down to an art.”

Kai leaned back against the armrest, sipping his coffee. “Oh, this should be good.”

Samuel sat beside me, arms crossed, observing like a judge at a talent show.

Adam shot them both a glare before getting to work. He folded the blanket with precision, tucked James’s little arms in, and started wrapping.

One twist.

Two folds.

A tuck…

And James immediately squirmed free, his tiny fist punching through like a champion breaking out of a wrestling hold.

Kai let out a low whistle. “Damn. Kid’s got skills.”

Adam groaned, flopping back against the cushions. “How does the nurse make it look so easy? It’s like swaddling a greased-up alligator.”

Samuel leaned in, effortlessly tucking James back into a perfect little baby burrito.

We all stared.

Adam pointed at him. “You’re a witch.”

Samuel just shrugged.

The first time we tried to give James a bath, we nearly flooded the entire kitchen.

“Not too hot,” I reminded Adam as he tested the water with his elbow.

“I know, sugar. I don’t wanna boil our kid.”

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