"I'm at College," my sister told me, regret in her voice. My stomach dropped as my gaze shot to the calendar on the wall.
"Shi – I mean, shoot." I muttered registering the date. I'd forgotten to change the month… twice. "When did you start back?"
"Last week," she replied, and I heard laughter in the background. "Remember? I stayed with you for Spring Break."
I blinked then sighed as Ulf joined his brother in an effort to break the sound barrier. A familiar smell floated up to me as Leif's butt bubbled under my arm.
"Fuc- er, fudge," I muttered shifting Leif around.
"What about Liv?" Astrid asked, referring to our sister.
"She's in New York filming." Panic clawed up my throat.
"Dad?" Astrid asked, sounding just as desperate.
"With Ma."
"Rune?" She asked, referring to our youngest brother.
Desperate times, desperate measures.
"I'll call him." I promised, praying for help. "Sorry to bother you."
"Any time. Good luck. If you need, tell Rune that you're calling in my favor."
"Favor for what?" I asked, juggling my son onto the changing table positioned in my office.
"Don't worry about it, just call it in."'
"Will do, thanks Sis."
"Anytime."
I hung up, dropping the phone to the side and immediately focusing on my son. "Right, let's get you cleaned up then call Uncle Rune."
I pulled his onesie free, then gagged as I opened his diaper, finding a poo-ocalypse.
"God damn it, Leif. You're three months old. How is this possible? How?"
He gurgled at me, no longer screaming now his diaper was off. This one was my nudist. Even at three months he hated clothing. I knew he'd be ripping clothes off as soon as he gained some motor function.
I cleaned him up as best I could, attempting to keep myself as clean as possible when shit was literally getting real.
"I'm coming Ulf," I called, hearing him fussing. I finished dressing Leif, then lifted him up and set him on my shoulder. Leif gurgled happily against me, his little legs kicking as I moved to the crib and set him down, placing him beside his brother. Ulf, not one to enjoy being left alone, immediately ceased crying. He reached out, hand finding his brother. They both kicked their legs in unison, gurgling happily for a moment as they reconnected.
"You guys are lucky you're cute," I told my sons, rubbing an arm across my forehead. "It makes up for last night's lack of sleep."
I blew out a breath glancing at the clock.
"Fu- er, fudge." I muttered, reaching for my phone and dialing my brother.
"What?" He answered in his usually gruff manner.
"I need a favor."
"Nope."
"Rune, just listen. Astrid said to remind you that you owe her and that I'm calling it in on her behalf."
