"Still arranged Marriage."
He pressed his lips together.
"Fine. but they will love each other."
Mason started squirming, then crying.
"Valerie... Valerie what do I do?"
"Did you feed him?"
"Yes."
"Did he sleep?"
"He had a nap."
Lou's a better parent than I gave him credit for.
"He might have to burp."
"So why doesn't he just burp?"
"ugh."
I grabbed Mason from his arms, and pressed him against my shoulder. I patted his back, until a small burp erupted from deep within his little body.
"Wow. You're good."
"You try, he doesn't seem done."
So Lou picked him up, and held him lower on his shoulder than he should, but he'll figure that out. He started patting away, softly, smoothly.
What came out of Mason's mouth wasn't a burp. He spat up on Lou's shirt.
"Oh god. Ugh this is so gross. It's all over my back!"
"Lou it's just a bit of spit. Go to the kitchen and clean it off. I'll clean him."
I plopped Mase down in his high chair and wiped his mouth. I got him his bottle and fed him a bit. Meanwhile, his dad was squealing by the sink.
"Ew. Ew. Gross. So, so Gross."
"Grow a pair."
He shot me a look, then sighed.
"I should."
"yes. Magic ball growing powder."
"What did you say about my magic balls?"
Harry sung, walking into the room.
"We were talking about--"
"My magic balls, I know."
I rolled my eyes than turned my attention back to Mason, who was done. I dropped the bottle, than picked him up, rocking him back and forth.
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