Leg-xercises
@brokenthimbles
Thomas hadn’t been back a week before he was jetting off again to another conference and Alfred was slowly growing worried he was now forgetting, not about his girlfriend this time, no, about his wife and three-month old son, letting his business get back in the way of having a family.
With Wendy still somewhat recovering from a hard nine months and six hours of labour, it was left to Alfred to look after Bruce at certain hours between feedings.
He’d been busy reading parenting articles ever since Bruce had been born, wishing to be prepared for any situation, alas, it seemed you could never really predict what was going to happen.
So from food to clothes, he tried very hard to make sure Wendy had whatever she needed for Bruce, down to nappies and even six different methods of putting a restless baby to sleep.
Having just been fed by Wendy only ten minutes ago and burped Alfred had Bruce laid on his changing mat rubbing the boy's tiny bloated tummy as he squirmed and whimpered unhappily. “Looks like you need some leg exercise my boy”
