Page 39 of Trusting You
“Ok buddy, stand right here until I can get your pants down. No peeing on Mommy, ok?” I leaned down and pushed his shorts and undies down around his ankles all the while praying that one of the cars flying down the highway didn’t hit us. “Ok,” I held onto him so he wouldn’t fall while I turned him to face away from us.
Now, I’ve learned the hard way over the time I’ve been a mom that you should always expect the unexpected, and if it can be done Brooklyn will find a way to do it. Things that are gross to the normal person don’t really bother me anymore because most of them have happened to me over the years.
“Poopie, Mama,” Brooklyn giggled as I held him there, waiting for him to pee.
“No, buddy. No poopie here,” I sighed just as he released one of the biggest farts I’ve ever heard. I didn’t even know that he could hold that much gas inside him.
“Feel better,” he giggled again. It was then that I looked down and saw what he really meant. When he’d farted, he’d also pooped and it was now splattered on my legs where I was holding him. He grinned as my lip curled and I slowly released my hold on him.
“Brooklyn,” I scowled. “Why’d you poop on Mama?” At this point Emma joined the conversation and began gagging at the same time.
“Oh my god!” she screeched as she reached into the back seat and grabbed ahold of the diaper bag. She flung it out the door with orders to ‘clean the shit up’ before getting back in the car. Brooklyn laughed the entire time as I used baby wipes to clean off my legs and wipe him before getting him back in the car. “I can’t believe he did that. Ugh, that’s so gross,” she gagged again as we pulled back onto the highway.
“Welcome to my life,” I shook my head and then glanced back at where my son was happily playing in his car seat.
“Has he done that before?” she glanced at me.
“Nope, but I’ve been puked on enough that it doesn’t really gross me out like it should. Just wait until you’re a mom,” I laughed.
“My kid is going to come out potty trained,” she shook her head and laughed.
“Un huh,” I chuckled. “I’m sure your mom said the same thing.”
“I was a good baby,” Emma pouted.
“Right, you slept through the night and everything,” I rolled my eyes.
“I did,” she gave a quick nod before the car grew quiet and we enjoyed the peace while we had it.
Aaron
“Hey, Dad,” I pushed open the front door to my parents’ house. I hadn’t asked them about Mel and I staying here yet. They still thought I was going back to my place after the party tomorrow night. It was odd that it was so quiet, but I rarely ever came home. If I did, it was just to grab a few things and then I’d head over to Uncle Nick’s. “Anybody home?” I wandered through the house hoping to at least find my little brother, Cayden.
As I slowly moved down the hall I could hear muffled voices and giggling, and then it happened. The one thing I never ever wanted to see was front and center when I stopped at the door to my parents’ room. “Fuck!” my dad shouted as he fell sideways off the bed, naked I might add. Avery’s laughter filled the air as the sheets on the bed were quickly tugged and wrapped around her. She was also naked.
“Not what I wanted to see either, Dad!” I slapped one hand over my eyes and pinched them shut as hard as I could. “Jesus! I can’t believe you still do that.”
“Don’t you know how to knock?” his voice was angry, but he was having a hard time hanging onto it. Avery couldn’t stop laughing, and I think that made some of his anger melt away. “Shit!” he growled as I heard a bang. “Fucking dresser!”
“Honey,” Avery laugher increased as I heard sheets ruffling. “Calm down. He knows what sex is,” she reassured my dad as I heard the distinct sound of kissing.
“Could you two put on some clothes. I really need to talk to you, and where the fuck is Cayden?” I sighed.
“He’s with Ryan,” they both answered together.
“So this is what you do when you have the house to yourself?” I used my free hand to motion around the room.
“Sometimes, we’re usually more adventurous,” Avery tried to sound serious. “The kitchen counter is a good spot, but your bed used to be really soft too,” at that comment I dropped my hand. The fact that she acted like it was no big deal that they were having sex in my bed made me not care that I might see my dad’s balls. “See,” she ribbed Dad in the side. “I knew that would get him.”
“That was mean,” I pouted.
“Just getting a little payback for all the times you cockblocked me,” Dad chided as he pushed my shoulder and walked out of the room.
“Well, do you to have a minute, or are you moving to a room with a door that locks? I really would like to discuss this weekend, and the fact that I’m insane enough to bring my girlfriend to meet this family,” I grumbled.
“I’m hungry,” Dad called from somewhere down the hall. “You talk, I’m gonna eat.”
“Glad to see my life is so important to you,” I sighed as I turned and walked in the direction he had gone.
