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He straightened. “Tell me how to help.”
Sonya studied him. She took in his state of dress for the first time. He’d changed into pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt. Nothing fancy like silk pjs as she had assumed all rich people wore. His feet were bare, and she couldn’t believe the feeling that came over her just looking at a man’s feet. He was so…manly. None of the men she had ever dated projected such maleness that it overwhelmed her senses.
For a minute she considered lecturing herself to rein in her emotions but then dismissed it. What was the point? The fact was she liked looking at Romy. Nothing would come of the two of them together, but she could enjoy his sexiness. When Arron’s funk died away, she might even get to breathe in Romy’s scent again. That led to her thoughts of what Romy smelled like fresh out of the shower…
Okay, girl, you’re going too far.
“I usually walk around with him, but with my ankle, I can’t do it without enduring the pain or stumbling.”
“I’ll take him,” he said right away.
“I can’t believe you’re so comfortable holding a baby.”
He looked insulted as he turned away with Arron in his arms. The baby fought him, but Romy didn’t hesitate to rub his back and give him a gentle bounce. “He isn’t an infant, so I don’t feel too worried. Also, I held Catarina often when she was a baby.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about your niece. That’s good. Did you happen to change her diaper?”
He looked horrified, and she laughed.
“Well, papà, get ready because tonight is your lucky night.”
“I don’t think I want that kind of luck.”
“Too bad.” She cracked up as she headed to the dresser to gather the needed supplies. “First we’ll see if we can get a bit more out of him and then clean him up.”
“Get more?”
“It’s a toss up. His food might have given him diarrhea, or he could be constipated. I’m going to feel his belly, and you’re going to exercise his legs to get him going.”
“I’m not sure I’m cut out for this.”
Sonya heard the hesitation in his voice. “I bet you’re blushing. I’ve never known a man to blush as much as you do.”
“I’m not blushing!”
She laughed. He so was. “Okay, sit here. Let me feel his belly.”
Romy complied, but she felt his lack of confidence. She ignored Romy’s feelings and concentrated on her baby boy and making him comfortable. Arron curled tiny hands around one of Romy’s fingers and fought through his pain. Romy made a sound not unlike his son’s.
“He’s hurting, Sonya. Do something!”
“I know, I know, sweetheart.” She wasn’t sure if she was talking to Arron or to both of them. Right then Romy sounded just as tormented.
She ran a hand over Arron’s belly, and sure enough it was swollen with gas. They needed to coax his bowels to do their job properly to give him some relief.
“You’re going to put his back to you and cross his legs. Then you’ll pull them gently toward you, kind of like rowing. Give it a try.”
Romy followed her directions in awkward jerky movements. From the first row, Arron pooted, and Romy looked proud of him. She rolled her eyes. Men. They worked for several minutes, and then fresh stink filled the air.
“Let’s get him changed.” She set the diaper and wipes in place. “Correction, you’re doing it.”
He frowned. “You sound too happy to turn the job over to me.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she teased.
After his poop, Arron settled down and Romy seemed to calm as well. She gave him instructions, and he opened the diaper. He gagged and coughed. She thought he would run out of the room, but he braved through it.
“Ugh, I got it on me,” he shouted. “What do I do?”
