"Okay. I can do this."
"Okay. No I cant."
"No, no. I can do this. I can't avoid this forever."
"I can't do it. I can't. I'm a horrible father."
"Okay man, you can do it."
"Alright. No I cant."
"Are you talking to yourself again?"
Zac looked up, seeing his beautiful wife leaning against their week-old daughter's doorframe. "Of course not." He said, looking down at said daughter who was staring up at him with her big beautiful eyes from the changing table, sucking on her fingers. "I'm.. talking to Lilac."
Miley laughed as she walked over, hugging her husband from behind. "Lilac doesn't even understand you. What's wrong, hubby?"
Zac sighed. "I.. I don't know how to change her diaper."
Miley looked at him and laughed as she heard the phone ring from downstairs. "Oh, you'll get the hang of it baby." She said giving him a pinch on the ass before walking out.
"I did it."
Miley looked up from her spot on the love seat where she was talking on the phone, and her eyes widened. Her husband stood there, covered in Lilac's poop. He was holding the baby in his arms with a relieved look on his face. Miley put her hand on her mouth in shock and amusement, going back to her phone conversation. "Mom.. I'll have to call you back.."