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A/N: Whoa, SO sorry for the wait of this chapter. Would you believe I forgot I started writing this? Haha. Uhm... well, this is the second to last chapter, cuz it's a three-shot and all. And man, I love torturing the boys, haha. Enjoy! ;)


About five minutes later, Jeff stared in disbelief again, but this time not for a good reason. Becca was seated on the floor, her eyes wide and her mouth wailing. Her little fists thumped on the floor, the sound enough to alert someone from a good five miles away. "Becca," Matt tried again, trying to get the little girl's attention for the five time. "C'mon kid, I gotta check your diaper!"

At the sound of this, Becca wailed louder. "Stop saying that!" Jeff snapped at Matt. "I value my hearing!"

Matt glared back at Jeff. "What the fuck do you want me to do?" he yelled. "I need to check her damn diaper and the kid is causin' World War Three on her very damn own!"

"Stop cursing! The fucking kid can understand you!" Matt smirked, seeing how Jeff had just dropped the f-bomb.

And like she planned it, the little girl immediately stopped wailing and stared at Jeff with curiosity. "Fu-CK," she sounded out, pleased with herself. Then, as she realized she repeated the word Jeff had said, she cheered the word. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!"

Matt had to laugh. "Good going, Jeffrey."

The younger Hardy scowled. "Great. Just f-freakin' great." He looked around. "Get the D-I-A-P-E-R and I'll get the potty mouth. We'll hold her down and put it on, kay?"

This seemed simple enough. As Matt went into the kitchen, Jeff kneeled down at the pleased toddler who had begun to suck on her fingers. "Hey Becca," he chirped. "Wanna see something cool?"

Becca grinned with her tiny little teeth. "COOOOOOOOL!" she howled, clapping her hands. "Ucka 'Reffy! COOLL!"

"I guess that's a yes," Jeff mused. Sure, they had one or two little mishaps but it seemed to be looking up. It couldn't take too much to trick at two-year-old into changing her diaper, right? He picked the little girl up, who was still clapping and brought her into the kitchen. Matt had set up a spot on the tiles with a towel and some baby wipes. "Do not say the word," Jeff warned.

"Get put the kid down," Matt responded with a roll of his eyes.

Jeff did so and Becca stared up at them with distrust in her eyes. Then, the little eyes saw the wipes and promptly began squirming as she realized what was happening. "NO COOL!" she cried. "NO COOL!"

"Look, man, she's Carlito."

Matt scowled. "Hold her still. It's kind of fuc—freaking hard to take the diaper off when she's wailing like that."

Jeff smiled and placed one hand on her tiny little legs. "Have fun with that, Matthew."

For a second, Matt stared at Jeff like he didn't understand, but as the odor reached his nose, it finally set in. "Oh gross," he moaned, covering his nose. "Shit."

"Exactly," Jeff crowed.

"You're this close to meeting it personally," Matt started, yet suddenly he felt something warm on his shirt. "WHAT THE HELL! JEFF, SHE'S PISSIN' ON ME! I THOUGHT ONLY BOYS DID THAT!"

"She really likes you, Uncle Matthew." Jeff smirked heavily.

As if she were a water gun, Matt shifted the gleeful looking Becca and sprayed him with the "lovely" liquid. Jeff dropped her legs like she was on fire and ran from the spraying, coughing and sputtering. "YOU ASSHOLE!" Jeff barked.

"Aww, what's the matter, Uncle Jeffrey, don't like it when it happens to you?"

Jeff narrowed his eyes. Then, he pulled his shirt off and stormed out of the house. "Ucka 'Reffy mad," Becca crowed sadly. She stared at Matt with dislike in her eyes. "No likey Ucka Mattie."

Matt sighed, shaking his head. "Just like your mother." But inside he was thinking, if Jeff just left me, how am I supposed to handle this kid on my own?