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A/N: This was meant to be posted on Thursday, but my school's administrators have decided to be bitches and have blocked the damn site, stating sexual content as the reasoning. Unfortunately, unless I can convince them to reconsider, which is unlikely, I will only be allowed to post on weekends.
Trials of Love Rewrite: Chapter 36
Final class
A couple of weeks went by and the child care classes continued. Thankfully, we were getting ready to go to our final class. We had become good friends with Melissa and her husband and it was going to be sad that we wouldn't see each other any more, yet we were also glad that we would now have our Wednesday evenings free.
We walked into class and took our usual seats behind Melissa and Steven. "I can't believe this is the last class. I still feel so unprepared." Melissa told us.
Julie smiled at her. "I know what you mean. It seams like only yesterday we started these classes and I don't feel that much prepared now then I did then."
"I feel okay about my abilities." I stated proudly. "I haven't knocked the dolls head off in weeks."
"That's great to know Scooter, else wise you would be staying away from our kid." Julie told me.
"I could have still held her though, right?"
Julie turned her head and gave me that 'are you crazy' look. "Only if there were pillows all around you so our baby wouldn't get hurt."
"I wasn't going to hurt our baby, I………" I started, but stopped when Mrs. Robinson walked in.
"As you know, today will be you last class. Today will be a combination of all of the things that you have already learned." She started. "You are all going to come up here and get one of the battery powered crying babies. Your objective is simple; get the baby to stop crying. Once you have done that, you are free to leave. Come and get your babies and get started."
Julie and I headed up to the front of the room and each of grabbed a crying baby and took it back to our seats. I thought back to our previous lessons and quickly got started. I decided that it would be best if I tried to feed the baby first. When that didn't work, I went back to an old favorite of mine.
I unfastened the tabs of the diaper and fasten them back on themselves so they don't stick to the crying baby. Once I completed that task I wiped away excess poop from the genital area with the corner of the diaper. I then grasped the crying baby by the ankles, lifting his bottom off the changing table and folded the dirty diaper in half under the baby, unsoiled side up. Next I used a baby wipe to clean the baby's front thoroughly. Then I did the same to the baby's bottom. Finally I swapped a clean diaper for the dirty one and latched the tabs together. I was pleased to find that once I was finished the baby stopped crying. I smiled and returned the baby to the front of the class, without dropping the baby on its head.
I retuned to Julie and watched, amused, as she continued to work on her baby. I watched as she tried changing the diaper. Julie grew frustrated as that solution did not work and the baby continued to cry. By this time most of the other couples had already finished and were starting to file out of the classroom.
Next, I watched as Julie tried to feed her baby. She closed her eyes tightly, in frustration, when the baby did not stop crying. "I hope we'll see you guys around." Melissa told me as she and Steven left, leaving Julie and I as the only ones left in the classroom, along with the teacher.
"Yeah, hopefully." I answered, shaking Steven's hand as I continued to watch Julie try yet another strategy.
Julie took a deep breath and sighed as the latest action failed to work as well. Finally letting her frustration out, Julie lifted the doll and shook it violently. "Why the hell won't you stop crying?" I couldn't help but laugh out loud at how frustrated she was. Up until this point she had been flying through these classes with a breeze while I had been struggling. It was nice to have things turned around for once.
'Ms. Gaffney, just what do you think you are doing?" Julie stopped shaking the baby and looked up to see Mrs. Robinson standing over her with her hands on her hips. "You can't go around shaking your baby."
"I know that." Julie stated, calming down a little. "I just got a little frustrated."
"Is this the way you are going to act when you have your child, and he or she will not stop crying? If so, then I must recommend that you do the right thing and give up your baby." Mrs. Robinson chastised Julie. She then looked to me. "And you, this is in no way, shape, or form funny."
I quickly stopped laughing as Julie answered Mrs. Robinson. "I'm not going to treat my baby like that."
"Good." She answered, walking back up to her desk.
"Have you tried giving the baby his pacifier?" I asked.
A light went on in Julie's eyes and she tried my suggestion. Afterwards, sure enough, the baby stopped crying. Julie breathed a sigh of relief as she returned the baby to the front. Mrs. Robinson gave us both certificates stating that we had sufficiently passed the class. We headed out of the classroom and down to the parking lot. As we opened the main door to the parking lot, my stomach jumped up into my throat at the sight I saw. "Oh my God."
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