When a girl had to go, a girl had to go.
Although when he reached for the toilet paper, she slapped his hand away. It was instinct! She couldn’t help it.
All right, maybe she should have tried to stop herself. But she didn’t think it was necessary for him to help her that much.
Jared gave her a stern look. “You did not just smack Daddy’s hand.”
Umm.
Oops?
She shrugged.
“Baby girls don’t smack Daddy’s hand away when he’s trying to help them.”
Sheesh.
She suffered through the embarrassment of having him clean her up, nearly snapping off his hand as she closed her legs quickly when he drew away.
“Silly baby, don’t you know that Daddy considers it a privilege to help you however he can?”
She bit her lip. He did?
All right, then.
“No underwear, huh?” he said as he redressed her, then washed both of their hands at the sink.
Picking her up, he carried her cradled against his chest into the playroom. North had set up a picnic in the middle of the room and it looked amazing.
But she just couldn’t find much interest in eating. She sighed as Jared sat with her on his lap. Jared grabbed a sandwich and held it to her. She screwed her nose up, though.
“No sandwich, huh? North has got some soup for you.”
Soup sounded better, but it was difficult for him to hold and feed her at the same time.
“Here, pass her to me,” North said. “I’ll hold her while you feed her.”
“Really?” Jared asked.
“Yes, this isn’t completely out of my skill set.”
Jared handed her over and North settled her on his lap. “Hmm, she probably needs a bib. Soup can be messy.”
“Right. I saw one in the bedside drawers,” Jared said, getting up and returning with a bib that looked like a whale.
It was so cute!
She clapped her hands as Jared put it around her neck.
Then he sat and spooned up some soup. It was actually pretty good and she was surprisingly hungry.
Until she started to think again.
Oh no.
No, no.
No thinking.
