The next morning at the Little Freaks' house, Braingel just started to wake up.
"Good morning, Tryla," said Braingel, yawning a little bit. "Did you sleep well?"
He noticed that Tryla wasn't in bed with him.
"Tryla?" Braingel said, looking around for his girlfriend. "Tryla? Honey, where are you?"
He gets out of bed as he leaves the bedroom. He then sees Tryla in the kitchen making breakfast.
"There you are, honey," said Braingel, walking over to her.
"Huh?" said Tryla, turning around and seeing him next to her. "Oh, morning sweetie."
"Morning love," said Braingel, as he and Tryla kiss. "I just woke up and noticed that you weren't in bed. You kind of worried me there a bit."
"Oh I'm sorry, Braingel," said Tryla. "I wanted to get up a little early to make breakfast for everyone."
"What are we having?" asked Braingel.
"Bacon, eggs, hash browns, and toast," said Tryla.
"Sounds yummy," said Braingel. "Wait, no pastries?"
"No," said Tryla. "They're not good for you."
"But I like my sugar," said Braingel, frowning.
"Sorry honey," said Tryla. "No sugary foods allowed in this house. Only during dessert time."
"Awwwwwww!" said Braingel, folding his arms with a mad face. "And I wanted some apple strudel!"
"Hush!" said Tryla, unfolding Braingel's arms. "Act your age, will you?!"
Just then, they started to hear Lilibeth crying from her bedroom.
"Sounds like someone's awake," said Braingel. "I'll go get her."
"Thank you," said Tryla.
Tryla continued to make breakfast as Braingel walked into Lilibeth's bedroom as he sees his daughter in her crib crying.
"Good morning, sunshine," said Braingel, picking the baby up. "How is my little girl this fine morning?"
Lilibeth sniffs as she looks up at Braingel. She then smiles as she touches his face while starting to make happy coos.
"Yes sweetie," said Braingel, smiling back at her. "It's me, your daddy."
Lilibeth continued to touch her father's face when she grabbed his nose with one of her hands.
"Lilibeth, that's my nose," said Braingel. "Can you let go of it, please?"
Lilibeth started to laugh at Braingel's changed voice since his nose was plugged.
"Alright, that's enough," said Braingel, removing Lilibeth's hand from his nose. "You shouldn't play with my nose, Lilibeth. I need it to breathe."
Lilibeth then placed her hand on Braingel's mouth.
"Mmmm….Mmmm!" said Braingel, uncovering his mouth. "I need my mouth to breathe, too."
Lilibeth did a small giggle.
"Braingel!" Tryla called from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready! Come and get it!"
"Coming!" said Braingel, then saying to Lilibeth. "Alright Lilibeth, breakfast time!"
He leaves Lilibeth's bedroom with the baby girl in his arms as he walked back into the kitchen.
"Oh good, you're back," said Tryla, preparing everyone's plates. "Do you have Lilibeth with you?"
"I sure do," said Braingel, showing her their baby. "She's right here."
"Mind if you place her in her high chair?" Tryla said to Braingel.
"Not at all, Tryla," said Braingel.
Braingel sits Lilibeth in the baby high chair as he sits down at the table.
"Here you go, honey," Tryla said, serving Braingel his breakfast.
"Thank you, Buttercup," said Braingel.
"You're welcome," said Tryla.
Just then, Dubs entered the kitchen.
"Morning Freaks," said Dubs.
"Morning Dubs," said Tryla. "Did you sleep alright?"
"Not really," said Dubs, still yawning. "I couldn't stay asleep with all that crying coming from Lilibeth."
"Hey, it's okay, Dubs," said Braingel. "Tryla and I feel you. We didn't really sleep well either. But Lilibeth is just a baby. She can't help it."
"Looks like we're not going to sleep well for at least a year..." said Dubs. "Oooh boy…"
"That's exactly what I said!" said Tryla. "Anyways, come sit with us and have some breakfast. I already set the table."
"Okay thanks, Tryla," said Dubs.
Dubs sits at the table. Then Tryla herself gets her plate and sits with the rest as the Little Freaks started eating their breakfast. But since Lilibeth wasn't served any of the food, she started whining.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Braingel asked Lilibeth. "Are you hungry?"
Lilibeth started crying.
"Oh no, she's crying," said Dubs. "Tryla, do you have any food for her?"
"Well, we can't give her this food," said Tryla. "Hey Dubs, can you check to see if we have any baby food in the cupboard?"
"Sure," said Dubs, getting up from his chair.
Dubs went to the kitchen cupboard and opened it as he saw a small jar of baby food.
"Is this it, Tryla?" Dubs asked Tryla, showing her the baby food.
"Yes, that's it," said Tryla. "Bring it over here."
Dubs walked back to the table as he gave Tryla the baby food.
"Thanks," said Tryla.
Tryla removed the lid from the jar as she placed a small spoon into the baby food. She then mixed the baby food as she scooped a spoonful of it.
"Lilibeth?" Tryla said to Lilibeth. "Honey, look at me."
Lilibeth calmed down a little bit and turned her head to Tryla.
"I have your food for you," said Tryla, puts the spoonful of baby food towards the baby girl's mouth. "Now open your mouth. Come on, open up."
Lilibeth opens her mouth as Tryla places the food into Lilibeth's mouth as the baby swallowed it.
"Mmmm…" said Lilibeth.
"Can I feed her?" asked Braingel.
"Sure Braingel," said Tryla, giving Braingel the baby food and spoon.
"Lilibeth sweetie?" Braingel said to Lilibeth, giving her another spoonful of the baby food. "Look over here. You want this?"
Lilibeth looks at Braingel.
"Well…Here comes the airplane!" Braingel said, moving the spoon towards Lilibeth's mouth. "Nnneeaoowww!"
He puts the baby food in Lilibeth's mouth. Lilibeth swallows the food as she giggles and claps her hands.
"You liked that?" Braingel asked her, in his baby talk. "You liked me feeding you?"
Lilibeth continued to clap as she made happy coos.
"Wonderful," said Braingel, giving Lilibeth a kiss on her forehead.
Braingel continued to feed Lilibeth her baby food as well as giving her the bottle of milk formula. Then after Lilibeth was done with her food and drink, Braingel burps her.
"Good girl, sweetie," said Braingel, wiping Lilibeth's face.
The Little Freaks then finished their breakfast as they went to do their own thing in the house. But it wasn't long until Lilibeth became fussy again.
"What's the matter, sweet child?" Dubs asked Lilibeth, as he was watching her in the living room.
Lilibeth started squirming on the living room floor.
"Is your outfit on too tight?" said Dubs.
Lilibeth was still fussing. She then curled her two main hands, placed her two extra hands on her belly, and started to push herself as she strained her face.
"Oh no…" said Dubs. "Braingel! Tryla!"
Braingel and Tryla come running in the living room.
"What is it, Dubs?!" said Tryla.
"What's happening?!" said Braingel.
"I don't really know," said Dubs. "But I think something's wrong with your daughter."
"Oh dear," said Tryla, kneeling down to Lilibeth. "You alright, honey? Is your tummy upset?"
"Yeah, does your tummy hurt, sweetie?" Braingel said, kneeling down as well.
The group then started to notice a foul smell. They plugged their noses as a result.
"P.U." said Braingel. "What's that awful smell?!"
"What is that horrible stench?!" said Tryla.
"Did a skunk just pass by the house?!" said Dubs.
The Little Freaks looked down at Lilibeth and noticed that the bad smell was coming from Lilibeth's diaper.
"Uhhh guys?" said Braingel. "I think it's coming from Lilibeth."
"Is it?" said Tryla, looking inside Lilibeth's diaper. "Yep. She went in her diaper. Both ways…"
"Okay, that's gross," said Dubs.
Lilibeth started to pass gas a few times.
"Ewww…!" everyone said.
Lilibeth giggled as she was passing gas, but quickly started crying when she felt uncomfortable in her full diaper.
"I guess we're gonna have to change Lilibeth's diaper," said Tryla, standing back up.
"We?" said Braingel. "We as in you and I, Tryla?"
"Nope," said Tryla. "We as in you, me, AND Dubs."
"What?!" said Dubs, putting his hands in front of him. "Ooooh no! I am not changing a dirty diaper!"
"You're going to help us," said Braingel. "Tryla and I can't do this by ourselves."
"How about you just pass Braingel and I the stuff we need to change her?" said Tryla. "Is that good enough for you?"
"Yes," said Dubs. "As long as I'm not touching the diaper, I will help."
"Thank you," said Tryla, then picking up Lilibeth and saying to her, "Come on, sweetie. Time to get changed."
The Little Freaks went into Lilibeth's bedroom. Braingel placed a small towel on the changing table as Tryla lied Lilibeth down on her back.
"Alright, you ready for this, Freaks?" Tryla asked Braingel and Dubs, as she took Lilibeth's clothes off her.
"I'm ready," said Braingel.
"I'm ready, too," Dubs said, putting on two doctor facial masks above his two head's mouths and noses as well as rubber gloves on both hands.
"Dubs…" said Tryla, looking at him. "Really…?"
"What?" said Dubs. "I'm just protecting myself from the baby's excrement."
"Maybe I should've wore protective gear, too," said Braingel.
"Man up, you two!" said Tryla. "Changing a diaper is not so bad, you know. Alright, shall we start changing my baby's diaper?"
"Yes…" said Braingel and Dubs.
"Good," said Tryla. "Now…"
Tryla unwraps the dirty diaper as she sees that it was really full.
"Whoa!" said Tryla, all surprised. "She went a lot!"
"Wow, she sure did!" said Braingel, then saying to Lilibeth in his baby voice, "Wiwibeff, you made a big one, didn't woo?"
Lilibeth giggled a bit.
"Braingel, can you fold this diaper and throw it in the garbage?" Tryla asked Braingel.
"Okay…" said Braingel, removing the diaper away from Lilibeth and folded it. "Yuck…"
He plugs his nose with one hand as he grabs the stinky diaper with the other hand as he tosses it in the trash.
"Wipes please," Tryla said, with her hand out.
"Right away, Tryla," said Dubs, giving Tryla the baby wipes.
But when Tryla starts the clean Lilibeth with the wipes, the baby girl somehow starts peeing.
"Aaaah!" said Tryla, covering herself with a spare towel.
"Take cover!" Dubs said, ducking to the floor.
"How much did she have to drink?!" said Braingel, going to the side.
"A lot…" said Tryla. "I have to feed her so many times a day…"
Lilibeth finally stops peeing as she sighs in relief. Then Tryla puts the dirty towel in the laundry basket as she starts to wipe Lilibeth again with the baby wipes.
"Anti-rash cream," said Tryla, with her hand out again.
"Is Lilibeth done yet?" asked Dubs, still on the floor.
"Yes she's done," said Tryla. "You can get back up."
"Thanks," said Dubs, standing back up.
"Now hand me the anti-rash cream, please," said Tryla.
Dubs grabs the diaper rash ointment and gives it to Tryla as he said, "Here you are, Tryla."
"Thanks Dubs," said Tryla, rubbing the cream on Lilibeth's bottom.
"Hey, how come you're not using baby powder, you two?" asked Dubs.
"Well, I heard baby powder can cause breathing trouble and serious lung damage for babies," said Tryla. "That's if they inhale the particles…"
"And it can make the baby sick," said Braingel. "Possibly with cancer…"
"Braingel, knock it off!" said Tryla.
"What, it could happen!" said Braingel. "I don't want our little girl to get sick!"
"Just don't think about it, okay?" said Tryla, sighing angrily. "Now hand me a new diaper, will you, Braingel?"
"Yes Tryla," said Braingel, handing Tryla an unused diaper.
Tryla wraps the diaper on Lilibeth as the baby was in a clean diaper.
"There you go, sweetiepie," said Tryla, picking up her daughter. "You're now in a clean and fresh diaper."
"Mmmm…" Braingel said, as he smelled Lilibeth's clean diaper. "You smell like flowers…"
Lilibeth smiled as she made a happy cooing noise.
Later that day, Braingel and Tryla were sitting on the couch in the living room watching the television while Lilibeth was in her baby bouncer on the floor. Lilibeth then started to make loud noises since she wanted her parents' attention.
"What is it, Lilibeth?" Tryla said, turning to Lilibeth.
Lilibeth reached her hands out to Tryla.
"Aww, you want mommy to hold you?" said Tryla, adored at Lilibeth's gestures. "Okay honey."
Tryla takes Lilibeth out of her baby bouncer and holds her baby in her arms.
"Hello there, Lilibeth," said Tryla, talking sweetly to her. "How's my little baby?"
"You feeling good, sweetheart?" Braingel said to Lilibeth.
Lilibeth smiled as she moved her arms around.
"She's so cute, isn't she, Tryla?" said Braingel, with a smile.
"Yes," said Tryla, agreeing with her boyfriend. "She's very adorable."
She then started using baby talk as she said to her child, "Are you cute? Huh? Are you a cute little one?"
Lilibeth then managed to reach Tryla's head with her arms as she grabbed onto her hair and started pulling on it.
"Oww!" said Tryla, trying to free her hair from Lilibeth's hands. "Oww, that's my hair! Let go! Honey, let go of my hair! It hurts!"
She turned to Braingel and said, "Braingel, help me! She's grabbed hold my hair!"
"Uh oh!" said Braingel, trying to move Lilibeth's hands away. "Lilibeth, let go! Let go right now!"
He managed to pull all of Lilibeth's four hands away from Tryla's hair.
"That was very naughty, Lilibeth," Tryla said waving her finger at her baby. "We don't pull hair. No, no, no."
Lilibeth then got teary.
"Oh no…" said Braingel. "She's gonna cry…"
"Lilibeth, don't cry," said Tryla. "Please don't cry, honey."
But Lilibeth started to cry.
"Awww sweetie…" said Tryla, frowning. "I just didn't want you to pull on my hair, that's all."
Lilibeth continued to cry.
"Braingel, we have to cheer her up somehow," said Tryla.
"I think I know just the trick," said Braingel, having an idea.
He takes out Lilibeth's baby rattle from her baby bouncer and shows it to the baby.
"Lilibeth?" said Braingel, shaking the rattle for her. "Look Lilibeth. It's your little rattle."
Lilibeth calms down a bit as she starts reaching for the rattle with her four hands.
"You want it?" said Braingel, then giving the rattle to her. "Okay, here you are."
Lilibeth looks at her rattle, shakes it, and starts to giggle.
"Good job, honey," Tryla said to Braingel.
"Thanks," said Braingel.
For the rest of the day, Braingel and Tryla were taking care of their new baby as best they could. Sometimes with the help from Dubs. They fed her, changed her diapers, gave her her daily naps, and they even gave her a bath. But while Tryla and Braingel were giving Lilibeth her first bath, the baby girl at first didn't like how she was poured on with water and soap and was fussy and whiny. Then she quickly got used to it and started to like bath time as she was happy and giggly.
"There you go, Lilibeth," said Tryla, drying Lilibeth with a towel. "You're all clean and dried off. Now let's put you in some nice, warm clothes."
Tryla went into Lilibeth's bedroom as she dressed her baby into her pajamas since it was nighttime. When just then, Lilibeth was crying again because she was very tired.
"Sounds like somebody's tired," said Braingel.
"Good," said Tryla. "It's already 9 o'clock at night. And we had to be with her all day today. It's only her second day of life so far."
"Shall we put her in her crib?" said Braingel.
"Yes," said Tryla.
Lilibeth continued to cry.
"Maybe we should calm her down first," said Tryla. "But how?"
"We can turn this on," said Braingel, turning on Lilibeth's baby mobile.
"I have an idea," said Tryla, thinking of something. "Hey Braingel, what song is the baby mobile playing?"
"Hmmm…" said Braingel, listening closely to the baby mobile's music and recognizing the song. "It sounds like "Beautiful Dreamer". Why?"
"We should sing to her," said Tryla. "That might help her fall asleep."
"We? Sing?" said Braingel. "Oh but Tryla, I can't sing very well."
"So?" said Tryla. "You're singing for your child. She won't care about how you sound."
"Oooh alright," said Braingel. "But you're singing with me, too."
"Of course," said Tryla. "Now can you wind up the baby mobile so it can go to the beginning?"
"Sure," said Braingel.
Braingel winds up the baby mobile again so the music can go longer. Tryla sits on the rocking chair while holding Lilibeth as she starts rocking her baby. Then Braingel stood next to Tryla as they both looked down at Lilibeth and started to sing "Beautiful Dreamer" to her.
"Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me," Braingel sang. "Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee."
"Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day," Tryla sang. "Lull'd by the moonlight have all passed away."
"Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song," Braingel and Tryla sang. "List while I woo thee with soft melody."
"Gone are the cares of life's busy throng," Braingel sang.
"Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me," Tryla sang.
"Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me," Braingel and Tryla sang, finishing the song.
As the two finish the last line, they saw that Lilibeth's eyes were closed and she was quiet. The baby girl was in a deep sleep.
"She's sound asleep," whispered Braingel.
"Now let's place her in the crib," whispered Tryla.
Tryla got up from the rocking chair and placed Lilibeth gently in the crib so the baby doesn't wake up.
"Look at her sleeping peacefully in her baby crib," said Braingel, with a smile. "Doesn't she look adorable?"
"She sure does," said Tryla, with a smile as well. "She's so precious."
"I say it's time for us to go to bed, too," said Braingel. "Don't you think?"
"Yeah, we should," said Tryla, then saying to Lilibeth. "Nighty night, Lilibeth darling. Mommy and daddy love you."
Braingel and Tryla turn off the light, tiptoe out of the bedroom, slowly closed the door, and walk into their own bedroom. Then they got into their pajamas, brushed their teeth, and crawled into their bed.
"Wow…" said Braingel. "I never knew taking care of a baby would be so much work."
"Yeah…" said Tryla. "Hard work, to be exact."
"You got that right," said Braingel, then saying to his girlfriend. "You know, Tryla? I changed my mind. Having a baby is a great thing for us."
"I agree," said Tryla. "A baby may take lots of work, but a baby can also bring joy into someone's life."
"Yep," said Braingel, holding Tryla's hand. "We've only just begun."
"We sure did," said Tryla, holding Braingel's hand as well. "Thank you so much, Braingel. For helping me bring Lilibeth into our lives and taking care of her. You're such a big help and you're also a great father."
"You're very welcome, Tryla," said Braingel. "Same to you."
"I love you," said Tryla, holding both of Braingel's hands.
"I love you, too," said Braingel, also holding both of Tryla's hands.
The couple smile at each other as they hug and give each other a sweet, passionate kiss.
Now that Braingel and Tryla have a new baby together, the two had a lot of work to do until Lilibeth grows up in a few years. It'll take a long time, but they were ready and prepared to care for their little bundle of joy. As brand new parents of a little girl, they've only just begun.
THE END