“Nothing, yet.” Slash picked up Clark and the baby grinned at her.
When she smiled at the little one, energy powered through him. He loved her smile. Always had. Her smile spread across her face, lighting up her eyes. She was already an extraordinarily beautiful woman… but man… that smile sent him to the stratosphere.
Every. Single. Time.
“Clark, tell Auntie Amanda May that I didn’t mean to touch her breast,” Carrera said. “While it’s a fantastic breast that too many pervs got to ogle last night, it was an accident. If it were smaller, that wouldn’t have happened.”
“Tell Uncle A-hole all I heard was blah-blah-blah,” she said before heading toward the stairs. “I have to change him. A bomb went off in his diaper.”
“Where’s Rebel and Brit?” he asked as he followed her up the long staircase, his eyes cemented on her fine, fine backside.
“Stop,” she growled.
“What?”
“You’re checking out my butt.”
He bit back a smile.
Into the twins’ bedroom they went. There, she laid Clark on the changing table and smiled down at him. He grinned up at her and she kissed his cheek. “Who’s the most handsome boy in all the land?”
“I am,” Carrera replied.
“Clark, that’s not true,” she said as she removed his shorts, then his diaper. Urine shot into the air and she covered him back up. “Nice job, Clark. The poop isn’t enough. You’ve gotta show off your peeing talents too?”
She smiled at him and he giggled. When she removed the diaper, Clark didn’t start peeing again.
“That is the stinkiest poop,” she said. “I’m sonotcutout for this.”
Carrera loved watching her. This was the first time he’d seen her maternal side… and it was crazy hot to watch. She talked to Clark, smiled non-stop, and was wicked fast.
After putting on the clean diaper, she pulled on his shorts, lifted him into the air and spun around in a slow circle. “Clark, you’re an airplane. Wheeeeeee.”
Belly laughs erupted from the little one.
He loved this carefree side of her.
Willow watched her brother with a cool indifference. “She’s pretty mellow,” Carrera said.
Slash held Clark in her arms while she cemented her piercing blue eyes on Willow. “Willow, what sound does a pig make?” Slash started making grunting sounds and Willow burst into gales of giggles.
“What the hell was that?” Carrera asked.
“A pig.” She smiled at Willow. “What about a horsey?” She neighed several times and Willow belly laughed again.
He chuffed out a laugh while his gaze jumped to Clark who had no reaction to the animal reenactment.
“Children are fascinating,” Slash said. “Why don’t you change her since we’re up here?”
“Me?”
“Yup.”
“So damn bossy.”
He laid Willow gently on the changing table, pulled up her dress, removed her diaper, and placed a new one under her. Then, he taped it together, and pulled her into his arms. “Another first. How’d I do?”
Slash’s eyes grew large. “You’ve never changed a diaper before?”
