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“What do you mean? What have I done? I’ve spent the past hour trying to calm her down.”
Mom bounces Robin in her arms. “Did you feed her? Change her diaper? Burp her?” She frowns at me. “And why are you not wearing a shirt?”
“Because she spit up all over my t-shirt when I burped her.”
Clementine sighs. “I can’t count the number of shirts Peace ruined when he was a baby.”
“I went through an entire wardrobe with Damon,” Mom adds. “By the time my first set of twins came around, I lived in ratty old clothes.”
“Can we schedule a walk down memory lane for a time when Robin isn’t bawling her head off?”
Mom lifts Robin up until she’s face to face with the baby. “You’re not bawling your head off, are you, little girl? You’re merely communicating in the one way you know how to.”
Which is by bawling.
“I tried everything. I sang. I danced. I told her jokes. Nothing worked.”
Mom snorts. “You do know she’s a baby?”
“Really? And here I thought she was an alien from another planet.”
“You joke but the fluids that come out of a baby?”
My nose scrunches up in disgust. “No need to tell me.”
Clementine giggles. “Ah yes. The infamous blowout in your truck.”
I gag. “It was gross.”
“Welcome to the life of a parent,” Mom says, and I freeze.
The life of a parent? I don’t think so. I’m never going to be a parent. I’m happy to help Harmony out in any way she needs, but I’m not Robin’s dad. I’m not even her guardian. And I never will be. Parenthood is not for me.
The washing machine beeps to indicate the laundry is finished, and I grab hold of the excuse to flee. “My t-shirt.”
I open the washing machine to remove my t-shirt and grimace when I realize my white t-shirt is now pink. What the hell? I root around the machine until I find a pair of red panties. Red lace panties that don’t leave much to the imagination. Is this what Harmony wears under her ripped jeans and worn t-shirts? Do her bras match?
My cock twitches. He’s ready to find out exactly what Harmony wears underneath her clothes. And how she looks without any clothes at all. Calm down, I tell him. There will be no exploratory expeditions concerning Harmony.
I throw my now pink t-shirt in the dryer before returning to the living room where the baby is no longer crying.
“It’s quiet.”
“Did you doubt my ability to calm a crying baby?” Mom asks.
Clementine snorts. “You changed her diaper and took off her pants and socks. You didn’t wield a miracle.”
“But I changed her,” I say.
“I guess I have the magical touch.” Mom nuzzles Robin’s neck. “Don’t I, baby girl?”
This isn’t good. Mom is getting attached to Robin. She thinks she has a new granddaughter. She doesn’t. Harmony and I won’t be co-parenting Robin.
“I’m home,” Harmony shouts as she rushes into the house. “I came back early. I couldn’t …”
She trails off when she enters the living room and discovers my mom and Clementine sitting on the sofa together with the baby. “What are you doing here? Is there something wrong with Robin? Do we need to take her to the doctor?”
I squeeze her hands. “There’s nothing wrong with Robin.”
