Have you ever tried to take care of a smol baby?
Yes, and disaster might be an understatement. Bucky at least had some idea what he was doing, but the minute the baby touched my arms, all hell broke loose. The kid had a blow out, one nasty enough it might have killed a small community. Then she decided to crawl around with a poopy butt, despite my best efforts to try and keep her on the changing mat. And don’t even get me started on nap time. We got the diaper cleaned up and Bucky got her a bottle, handing it over to me. She vomited everywhere, and screamed when we put her down in the crib thing. So we had a child screaming in a crib and an apartment that smelled like someone died because of the amount of poop and vomit everywhere. Babies are not easy. Don’t let anyone convince you that they are. The poop, the mess, the screaming. The only good that came out of it was watching Bucky make cute faces and talk to her in that voice everyone seems to use when they’re talking to babies. -C














