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Chapter 9

Roger returned from the park a little after four on Saturday afternoon. Mark was nowhere to be found, probably out filming God knows what. Evangeline had fallen asleep on the way home. Roger took the opportunity to sprawl out on the couch and relax.
"Oh yeah this is the life. Just sitting back on my ass". He told himself as he stretched his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. Roger felt like he just shut his eyes when:
"Roger! Roger"
"What? Mimi what the hell are you doing here"
"I just got home from work and I heard her crying through the floor." She was cradling a howling Evangeline in her arms, trying the best she could to calm her down.
"Wait you get off work at eight, did you get off early"
"No it's a quarter after eight. How long have you been asleep"
"I laid down at four thirty and I closed my eyes for all of five seconds"
"Well apparently it was long than five seconds. Come over here and take her please"
Roger got up and ran over to take Evangeline. Once in his arms, he took one whiff of her diaper and handed her right back to Mimi.
"Oh God what's that smell"
"I guess you have to change her Roger." She handed the baby back to Roger "What? Mimi no! I can't do that. You do it"
"I can't I have to get back to work. I told Stacy I would cover for her tonight. I just came home to grab something when I heard her"
"Oh baby don't make me do this"
"Sorry Roger. Come on if you can kick smack you can do this." With that she left the loft, leaving Roger with a crying baby in his arms.
"Thanks for the encouragement Mimi." He muttered the last bit to himself, then went on a frantic search for diapers. After a minute of searching he had Evangeline in one arm, a towel in the other, and was kicking the diaper bag across the floor. Roger spread the towel out on the kitchen table, and placed Evangeline on top of it. He held her down with his right hand as he bent over to get some things out of the bag. "Dammit Mark where are you? You did this for me yesterday." Roger lifted up her little dress, and peeled back the diaper. Once the smell hit him, all he could do was cough. All that could be heard in the loft was him coughing and gagging.
"Eh! It's green! What are they feeding you? Algae?" He continued gagging as he cleaned her off, and put on the new diaper. " See look you're all clean. That wasn't too hard." But he spoke too soon, his arm smacked into the dirty diaper and it felt right on his left thigh.
"Oh no not the plaid. Anything but the plaid." He looked down at Evangeline and she was just laughing. He picked her up, and walked back over to the bassinet.
"I'm glad you find this amusing." He said to her as he placed her in the bassinet. He then went off towards his room in search of pants. All he could find was a pair of leather pants he wore for Halloween last year. He put them on and went back to the couch, determined not to fall asleep. Once he sat down she started crying again. But it was just for attention, because the minute he picked her up she stopped. Once back on the couch he put his feet up on the table, so that his knees were bent up towards his chest. He placed Evangeline on his thighs, and put both his arms on either side of her for support.
"I'm not gonna fall asleep this time I swear. You have my word, I am at your service." After a couple of minutes she let out a yawn. Roger moved her so that she was in his arms.
"Eva I would sing you to sleep but Mark could be lurking somewhere with his camera." He decided instead to rock her to sleep, and hum her twinkle twinkle little star. Once asleep, he left her in his arms, fearing he would fall back to sleep if he put her down.
Roger reached over with his arms hand and started strumming this guitar. He was only able to play whole strings of course. It was getting hot in the loft so Roger walked over to a window, opened it, and sat on the sill. The breeze would have been welcomed had it not been for the rotting smell of garbage that came along with it. "No Roger! Don't do it!" The sound of Mark's voice made him jump.
"God damn it Mark! You scared the hell out of me. Put a bell around your neck would ya." Mark went to put his camera down, then came back over to sit next to Roger on the window sill.
"So what's with the leather man? Its seventy degrees outside, I think you picked the wrong weather to wear those in"
"Dude, It was the only clean thing I had." "What happened to the plaid ones you had on this morning"
"Yeah, ummm, well I kind of dropped…" Roger turned his face away from Mark.
"What was that you were trailing off?" Mark asked sarcastically.
"Look, I was changing her ok and I kind of dropped it on my pants"
"You have got to be kidding. I knew I should have stayed here, I would have gotten it all on tape." Mark burst into a fit of laughter, that just added to Roger's frustrated state.
"You just get a kick out of all this don't you"
"It's what I live for man. Look I have to run out again and pick up some more film." Mark got up and headed towards the door. Before exiting he turned back around towards Roger.
"Don't forget to feed her man. Otherwise she'll just start crying again, and I know how much you hate that." With that he left, leaving Roger alone in the loft again.
"Yes mom I will!" Roger found his way over to the baby bags. He searched through the food containers till he found something that sounded remotely appealing. Evangeline had woken up during Roger's hunt for food. He found one labeled 'apples', figuring that would taste just fine. Roger took the jar, a spoon and walked over to the couch. He had Evangeline in his left arm, was holding the spoon in his right hand, and the open jar sat on the coffee table. He put the spoon in the jar and then took it back out, a little bit of the contents sat on the tip.
"Ok Eva, open up." Roger moved the spoon to her lips, but she didn't open her mouth. He let out a sigh, why did he think this was going to be easy? He pushed it gently against her lips, again nothing.
"Oh come on Eva, don't you think you've tortured me enough today?" She must have felt pity for him because she opened her mouth. She consumed about half the jar, before refusing to eat any more.
"Ok I guess that enough for now. I don't wanna stuff you full of food. Good thing my mother isn't feeding you. Spend one day with her and you'll be ready to join Jenny Craig"
Roger was thankful that the loft was beginning to cool off because those leather pants were starting to get uncomfortable. Eva fell back to sleep about twenty minutes later. Roger put her in the bassinet and moved the thing closer to the couch. He figured if he fell asleep he could at least hear her if she was next to him. Roger lay back on the arm of the couch and closed his eyes, proud of himself for surviving a full day with a baby.