Disclaimer: Don't own Ben 10 D:
A/N:Welllll whaddya know. Insanely bored outta my mind. Well, this oughta cure it :) Another Mikia story!
Big Damn Table
28. Children
"For once, I won't be the only one baby-sitting her."
"Is she that bad?"
"No, not really."
"Then why do you sound so relieved about it?"
Gwen sighed, running her fingers through her hair. She made a face when the ponytail loosened and she pulled the hair tie from her hair to redo the hairstyle again. "I just wanted to work with someone. She's better, now that we know each other a bit more. But still, children are hard to handle."
"It's not a baby Gwen," Kevin smiled, rolling his eyes. "Shouldn't be that hard."
Gwen glared at him. "Have you ever baby-sat a toddler before?"
Kevin pursed his lips, frowning. "Nope."
"Then shush."
He sighed, shaking his head. "It won't be all that bad, I'm telling ya. Children are easy to control."
"You want to bet on that?"
"Sure thing."
"OK. So I've been wrong before."
Gwen and Kevin laid in a heap underneath the wild child, Mikia, being forced down even with her small size. She was cackling with laughter, tugging at Kevin's hair. "Why do you have long hair Kelly?"
"OK. That's it. No more Mr. Nice Guy." He reached his hands up off the floor and grabbed Mikia's sides. Mikia squealed as he began to poke her sides and she rolled off, letting Kevin and Gwen have room to breathe. Gwen looked up at Kevin, red hair in her face. She blew at the strands hanging in her face then brushed them away. She smirked at him and he sighed. "Yeah. I know. You were right. Again. For the billionth time in a row."
Gwen laughed, shaking her head. She picked up Mikia, who seemed to be shockingly calm now, and gave her a stern look. "Is that any way to treat a guest Mikia?"
"No Gwen." Mikia looked down, fiddling with the string bow that was strewn into the top of Gwen's shirt. "I'm sorry."
Gwen smiled gently, brushing back a few stray curls from Mikia's face. Kevin looked at the two in shock. "OK, excuse me, but...how did you just calm her down so easily?" He had to know. That kid tackled them to the ground the instant her parents had left the house, then all of a sudden she was Little Miss Sunshine? The hell?
"Magic." Gwen gave him a small wink over her shoulder as she walked to the stairs. "How's a bath sound?"
"Yeah!"
Kevin watched as Gwen walked up the stairs and waited for the sound of a door shutting. With a sigh of relief, he made his way to the couch and plopped down, remote in his hand. He flipped through all the channels that the TV had to offer, which was annoyingly pointless because out of all the 800 channels, there were only sport game recaps and some stupid Spongebob marathon. He got up from the couch, bored out of his mind. Then he paused, looking at the stairs. Was it safe?
He head upstairs and directed to the sound of splashing and two different toned giggling. One was spastic and bubbly, while the other was much softer and enjoyable to listen to. He smiled and knocked on the door. "Everyone decent in there?" he called.
"Yes. There's alot of bubbles in here, don't worry." Kevin rolled his eyes, chuckling and entered the room, only to have hot water and bubbles splashing his face. He blinked through the foam, smirking when he saw Gwen bending over, laughing with bubble and water soaked hands. Mikia was cackling evilly, a Santa bubble beard on her face. Kevin couldn't help but smile at the scene.
After wiping his face, Kevin sat on the toilet as Gwen sat on the ledge of the bathtub, washing Mikia's hair. Mikia was calm and relaxed, leaning into Gwen's hands as she covered a naked Barbie doll with bubbles. Kevin watched Gwen, taking in Gwen's soft smile and her laughter when Mikia showed the Barbie doll to her. Kevin smiled at the scene and grabbed a large towel for Mikia when Gwen unplugged the drain. The bubbles still hid Mikia's body when he handed Gwen the towel. Gwen threw the towel around Mikia's shoulders and picked her up, drying the bubbles off of her body.
"Kevin, can you grab the nightgown that's on the bed in her room? It should be there." Gwen took the underwear off the counter and Kevin walked out. Mikia's room was a shocking pink and purple, girly things everywhere. He grabbed the frilly light pink nightgown of the bed and went back into the room. Mikia was in her underwear, but it wasn't too bad. It's not like she was a grown girl or anything.
Gwen slipped the nightgown over Mikia's head and they all headed downstairs for a snack. After drinking her cup of milk, Mikia was knocked out instantly like someone slipped something in her drink. She was tucked in next to Gwen and Kevin, Kevin's arm wrapped around Gwen and Mikia. Kevin tipped his head on the top of Gwen's as Mikia snored softly. "So. I was half right."
"I'm more experienced than you," Gwen whispered, smiling. "So what you did was just merely assisting me."
"Either way, it was better than you made it sound. I mean, the introduction wasn't so great but..."
"Yeah. I know." Gwen looked up, smiling. "So, the way you make it sound, you really want kids don't you?"
Kevin sighed, blushing. "OK. I already talked to your dad before. Let's just say that we don't want to cross that conversation ever again..."
A/N: Brooke, it's not a Bevin, I know. SOON! EVENTUALLY! STOP MESSING WITH MY HEAD! Ha ha, review plz :D
