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He bends down and picks the kid up. The kid starts crying. My headache worsens. The kid screams. I feel like lying in the middle of the road.
He looks down his diaper. Then he looks back at me, his nose scrunched.
"He sharted on you," Theo laughs.
"You have to change him," Jai nods to the small diaper bag that was in the hotel room.
"No thank you, that's not a job for me," Theo dismisses the suggestion.
They look at me.
What the fuck?
"Hey, you're the boss here. You get the hardest jobs, so here you go-"
"Don't give me that baby," he pushes the kid at me and I hold him under his arms, the fuck away from me.
I'm quitting this job and getting another job at a gas station.
I look at the police cars and the ambulance this is closer to the motel and avoid eye contact with the child.
"Dada."
"Not your dad."
"Dada."
"No."
"Dada," he giggles.
"God help me."
On the bright side, it only took twenty minutes from when the kid shit himself to the time the CPS worker was able to pick him up.
It hurt just a bit seeing that kid cry and extend his arms out to me when the worker took him. The kid's only a year old and he's already been through too much shit.
"Shit," Theo drawls out at we get back into the cars to go back home, "I think I've got baby fever."
"I need a baby mama," he adds.
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Paperwork fills up my desk and I look up at the clock on the wall. I can't even calculate the fucking time before the door is busting open.
"I brought you spaghetti Sugar," Lilah rushes through the door and I feel the corners of my lips rise.
God her spaghetti tastes like fucking heaven.
I glance at her figure.Glance.
"What? You looking at my goodies," she walks closer to me. Even though I glanced, that doesn't mean I wasn't looking at her 'goodies'.
"Yes."
She places the bowl of spaghetti in front of me and she leans down, kissing the side of my head.
I peek down her shirt just a bit and pull her onto my lap. She fits perfect.
