Venus
I kept watching. You can do it, baby.
Clearly showing his furrow, he was kind of stressed out. No, he could do this. Micah had said it. And whenever he decided on something, he’d get it done.
And… “Done,” he said while exhaling. Letting out the stress.
I smiled, feeling proud. “Well done.” As he was exhaling, he looked like he was holding back his breath while changing Levi’s diaper. He even had a single sweat even though the room was quite cold now. He wiped it away with his elbow, displaying his impeccable bicep bulging in his t-shirt. Aw, he was so yummy.
“Thank God I didn’t have to swallow his pee this time,” he stated and I giggled.
Micah and I had decided that we’d get our turns whenever Levi was crying. To a baby, crying meant two things; hungry or wet diapers. Last
