The Bad boy, the baby and Me

5. Diapers...ew!

"Was this necessary?"

I glared at Ashton, flashing my poor phone in front of his face.

He spared a glance towards my phone and winced.

"Sorry, crazy. I will get it repaired. Just leave it in the gloves compartment."

I huffed, but, did as he said.

Currently, we were in Ashton's car because by the time we had left the backyard with Stella, school had been long over and all the buses had left. I won't lie, his car was as elegant and fancy on the inside as it was on the outside. It was a shame; I was not even remotely interested in cars and forgot the big-ass name of Ashton's car as soon as he told me.

I peeked at Ashton from the corner of my eye. His jaw was taut with tension and frustration and his knuckles had turned white from the pressure he was applying on the steering wheel.

I glanced at Stella who was sleeping in my arms, unaware of everything. I couldn't help but admire her beauty. She was so cute and chubby, her lips were pink and soft and her nose was small like a button. Her eyes, which were closed, were framed with long, thick eyelashes. A sigh of appreciation escaped my lips.

I wondered what her story was, who were her parents and most importantly, why was she handed over to two immature teenagers.

"What is that funny smell?" Ashton suddenly asked.

I sniffed the air and immediately scrunched up my nose. "It smells like...poop."

Ashton's eyes widened in horror and he glanced at Stella. "She pooped in my freaking car!" he exclaimed.

I frowned at him and lifted Stella to sniff her and immediately regretted it. I nodded towards Ashton in confirmation.

He let out a groan, while keeping his eyes on the road, "God, it's not even been an hour since we got her. What are we supposed to do now?"

"I suggest, stop talking and drive to a mall. We will buy diapers." I told him.

He closed his eyes and released a dramatic breath.

Fifteen minutes later, we were inside an all purpose baby store. The store was enormous and had all kinds of things (things which I didn't know the name of) that a baby could need.

"This is ridiculous. I am stuck here buying diapers when I should be hanging out with my friends." Ashton complained.

"Stop whining. I am stuck here with you. Do you see me complaining?" I retorted, while scanning the aisle which was lined with diapers.

"I seriously don't understand how you are so calm about all this."

I scoffed. If only Ashton knew the truth. I was far from calm; I was a freaking tornado on the inside. But, I was not going to let that show. One of us had to be the sensible one, even if it was for show.

"Hold her for me, will you?" I asked Ashton.

He immediately backed away a step and made a face as if I had asked him to detonate a bomb.

"Are you serious, right now?" I asked, exasperated.

"What if she bites me?" he protested.

"She's a baby not a dog. I can't believe you. How can you call yourself a real man, when you are afraid of a baby?"

His eyes immediately narrowed. Yay! I had hit the target: his masculinity.

"Challenge accepted crazy. Hand her over to me. Though, you shouldn't have said that, I can show you in more ways than one how much of a real man I am." He said, with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

I fought hard to fight the blush which was making its way onto my cheeks and carefully, handed over Stella to him.

He held her with both his hands, at an arm's length and looked into her eyes which had just opened after an hour of sleep.

Don't cry, Stella. Don't cry. I mentally pleaded.

Stella seemed to have listened to my prayers and instead of crying, she lifted her tiny hands and gave a chuckle. A sweet, melodic chuckle which highlighted a dimple on her cheek and lit up her whole face.

On seeing this, Ashton's furrowed expression changed to that of surprise and he grinned.

"She likes me!" he exclaimed like a kid who had just been given his favorite toy.

I shook my head and grinned at them. Both of them were so cute.

"You will want to get rid of that smell first, though. I can't hold her closer to me." he said with a grimace.

I rolled my eyes and began looking for the diaper. The problem was, there were varieties of diapers, in all shapes and sizes and even colors. And, what did I know about diapers? Nothing.

"Girls always take so long for shopping. They are diapers, for frick's sake" Ashton pestered me.

"I am trying!" I snapped. I wished, Hailey was with me. She would know what to do.

I finally closed my eyes and chose a pack of diapers blindly. I would Google everything about them later. And, we had to buy many other things anyway, if we were going to look after Stella. I would have to make a list.

I internally groaned, at my thoughts. Is this what adults had to go through every day?

Being responsible sucks.

We bought the diapers, ignoring the weird looks of the store clerk and rushed out of there to look for a washroom.

Now, Ashton had an advantage here. He easily got out of changing Stella's diaper because of separate men's and women's washrooms. I gritted my teeth and resolved to take revenge on him later.

Somehow, I managed to change her diaper. Don't ask, how. I don't want to relive that gross moment. No offence to Stella or the babies all over the world but changing diapers is something that would forever be on my hate list. I would make sure, Ashton does it from the next time.

Finally, when we were ready to go back to the car, another thing came up.

Stella's food. It was an emergency. Her stomach was making sounds and she looked on the verge of crying. Poor baby. God knows, for how long she had been hungry.

"Ask the unknown pisser how old she is." I told Ashton.

Even I was not that dumb when it came to a baby's food. It depended on how old the baby was.

"He says, ten months." Ashton stated with his eyes on the message.

"She is so young. I feel so bad for her and her parents." I pouted.

Ashton lifted his head to look at Stella and his eyes softened. "Yeah, me too."

"But, I am not going to give up," he continued, "I will dig deep into this whole thing, no matter what it takes."

Ashton quickly googled Stella's nutritional requirements and for the time being, we settled with baby formula.

"That douche should have chosen adults for this task. I mean, what was he thinking?" Ashton said, once we were in the car again.

I released a tired sigh, "I agree. We are so not qualified for this."

"Anyways, what are we going to tell our parents? We can't tell them the truth." Ashton asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

"It's best if we don't tell them at all. At least, not for tonight. I don't have the strength left to come up with a creative lie."

Ashton nodded.

"We will take turns with Stella's night duty. You keep her tonight," I raised a hand when Ashton opened his mouth to protest, "I have plans with my mom. I will not be home till late."

This shut him up. "I have a band practice tonight," he said quietly.

I bit my lip then, shrugged, "Your call. Find a way to deal with it or better yet, cancel the practice."

Ashton turned to give me a glare. He had no idea, how long I had wanted to say those words.

We finally arrived at Ashton's driveway. I got out of the car and handed over Stella in his arms. It was already late, six in the evening. My mom was going to kill me with her questions.

Thankfully, my mom was in a good mood and believed the lies I spewed. As planned, we went to a movie shortly afterwards.

But, my mind was stuck in only one direction. I wondered how Ashton had been able to sneak in Stella, was he taking care of her, was she crying, and was she hungry, did she poop again?

By the time we got home, I was utterly exhausted due to all of the day's events. but, that didn't stop me from immediately going to my room and peek outside my window to see how well Ashton was taking care of Stella.

What I saw made my jaw drop to the floor.

There, in Ashton's room, the rest of the b3 band members: Cameron, Blake and Alex, were gathered around Stella.

Which only meant one thing: they knew.