Part Sixty-Seven

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I am about to take your mind, and blow it to smithereens.

Take several moments to mentally prepare yourself.

“Who’s a cute baby? Are you a cute baby? Yes you are! Yes you are! You look just like a little penguin!”

“Luke put her down!”

Looking up from where I was trying to make a bottle of formula in the small bus bathroom I watched as Destiny plucked Charlotte from Luke, where he was lying on his back on the ground, holding her up on his knees, holding onto her tiny hands.

At this point I’m sure you’re wondering why Charlotte wasn’t with Georgia’s parents, and the answer is simple, they didn’t want her. Which meant either the poor kid went into foster care or we took her. Obviously all our parents shot that down, except for Harry’s, they already had Lily, so what was another baby.

But, we wouldn’t  be seeing them for at least a month since they were on a mission trip in Dubi, which meant in the mean time, Liz was back and Charlotte was officially our tour baby.

“Ashton are you about ready with that bottle?” Destiny called out, bouncing Charlie gently.

“Um, yeah!” I replied, “How many ounces are in a scoop?”

“Oh Jesus get out of the way!” Louis cried, bumping me out of the way and ripping the small plastic formula scoop from my hands.

“Hey! I could have done it!” I cried.

“Please!” Louis laughed, “I don’t know how your siblings have made it as long as they have, you’re hopeless.”

“What are you even doing here?” I demanded.

“Our xbox broke.” He grumbled, “So Zayn and I have to suffer on your subpar bus until we can buy a new one.”

Finishing scooping the formula into the bottle he twisted on the lid, shook it violently then squirted it on his hand.

“Why are you wasting it?” Luke asked, popping seemingly out of nowhere.

“I’m checking the temperature you dipshit.” Louis spat.

“Why?” Luke asked.

“So you don’t scald off her taste buds and subject her to a life of bland food.”

“Oh.” Luke mumbled.

Rolling his eyes Louis thrust the bottle in my hands before storming to the back of the bus, closing the door behind him.

“Ashton can you hurry up she’s gonna cry!” Destiny called out.

“I’m coming!” I said, making my way over to where she sat on the couch and gently taking Charlie from her.

Positioning her in the crook of my arm and draping her stained up burp rag over my shoulder, I put the bottle to her tiny mouth and she began sucking violently, grabbing my hands to bring it impossibly closer to herself.

Suddenly a flash went off. Blinded, I looked up to find Luke standing there sheepishly.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

“It’s for Instagram.” He mumbled, “I want everyone to see her OOTD.”

Glancing down at Charlie I surprised the urge to roll my eyes at her penguin hat and matching onzie.

“We need to stop letting Luke get her dressed.” Calum muttered, “Poor kid looks like an idiot.”

“You know what I think she should wear?” Michael asked.

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