The Morgan Penthouse: Adventures in Babysitting
Okay everyone. I am so sorry for the long wait. I know I always say that my updates won't take longer than 5 days but I don't know why this took me so long. But, here it is. I'll skip the note and go straight to the chapter.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Morgan Penthouse
Courtney closed the door behind her leaving Dillon with the baby.
He wasn't a babysitter. He hadn't ever even held a baby before Morgan.
"Okay kid. As you know, I'm Dillon. I'll be your babysitter for the next two hours."
But all Morgan did was stare up at him. * This is going to be easy. Feed the kid his dinner, put him to bed. Play with him a bit in between. No problem..*
"Okay, Courteny said to feed you now then do the play thing. So I'll just get your food." Dillon spoke to the child. He got three feet from the basinette before he rushed back. "Don't go any where. I mean it kid. Don't move."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~10 Minutes Later
That was it for Dillon. He was never having kids.
Morgan was laying in his arms stubbornly rufusing the milk Dillon was trying to feed him.
"Come on Morgan. Yummy milk. You know you want it."
Dillon refused to drink it himself. He was a movie buff. It never worked and he knew it. He had done everything Courtney had told him too. * Get bottle from the fridge, check. Warm milk, oops.*
"Oh, I get it. I forgot to warm the milk. Sorry, Morgan. Give me a minute. But I swear, if you still won't eat it."
He put the baby back in his basinette. Dillon ran to the kitchen and followed Courtney's insturctions this time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~After Morgan's Dinner
After Morgan got his milk the way he wanted it there was no problem feeding the kid. Now the playing was about to start.
But what do you play with a infant? Its not like they could watch a movie. Or even play any other game. So Dillon settled for a story that the baby wouldn't even listen too.
Propping the baby up against him he opened the book that was in his baby bag. A well worn copy of a Africa Book.
"Okay, this is a book all about Africa, Morgan. I think you'll like it. It seems that Michael did."
But before Dillon could start the story the worst thing that could ever happen did.
Morgan started to cry.
"Oh no, Morgan please no. Come on, please don't cry."
But this only served to make the baby cry harder. One thing was for sure in Dillon's mind. This kid had nothing wrong with his lungs.
Dillon had fed and burped him so that wasn't the problem. Maybe the baby didn't like Africa? "Okay Morgan we don't need to read the book okay. You're right, you have five years before you have to go to school. Why start early? Completely right. We can do something non-educational."
If being forced to learn was Morgan's problem he didn't let on. The newborn just kept screaming his little bald head off.
"Alright Mor, you asked for it." Dillon said. He was running out of ideas as to what to do.
"Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the word so high like a dimond in the sky. Twinl-"
The song didn't seem to be helping any bit. "Okay so you don't like that one. Here, this one got the whole hospital to laugh. Its a classic, you'll love it."
So Dillon started a new song. "When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, thats amore. When-"
But still he didn't seem to be soothing the screaming beast at all. "So songs aren't your thing. Thats okay."
Dillon wracked his brain for what might be bugging the infant to the point of trying to murder Dillon's ear drums. The baby's diaper was fine so that wasn't the issue. He had eaten and been burped. Dillon had rocked him, sung to him.
He put the still crying Morgan back in the bassinette and ran to the baby bag. Freeing two stuffed animals he brought them back to the baby.
He held up the lion and started to speak. "Hello Mr Bear. How are you today?"
Holding up the bear Dillon felt his embarrasment creep in. But at the moment he was desperate. "I'm good Mr Lion. But theres this kid who won't stop crying and its really starting to make my ears ring."
Dillon dropped the two stuffed animals and went to the nearest wall. He banged his head against it for a full minute before he realized the source of torture was gone.
Morgan had stopped crying. Instead he was laughing and looking at Dillon.
Dillon stopped smacking himself silly and leaned into the bassinette. "Yes! Good Morgan." But the baby's face screwed up and reddened "No! No no, Morgan please don't start again. I've already lost the abilty to hear high pitched sounds. Don't take anymore from me here Mor."
Dillon ran back to the wall and started to bang his head again. It had tamed the beast once and Dillon hoped it would again.
And to his great joy it did. Morgan stopped his crying before it had started and was back to laughing at his babysitter.
Dillon's head was sore as he watched the tired baby start to close his eyes. "Oh man kid. When you learn the concept of wrestling I am going to be paying you back for this."
Morgan's eyes were now closed and Dillon was sure that the baby was asleep. He walked over to the bassinette and peered in. The baby didn't look too threatening now. Instead Dillon could see why all the women who came to see him saw.
The kid was cute. That was for sure.
"Well, I guess you aren't so bad after all there kid. Nah, you're downright okay. And thats a compliment considering what you put me through. But you're alright."
"But I still am never going to babysit for you again."
Okay, I'm sorry that isn't some of my best work. I have a bit of a writers block concerning this fic. I hope you all enjoyed it. And in case anyone had any doubts I do not own those songs. I saw GH today and loved Dillon. I felt the need to include it. Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up soon. But since I start school Friday I make no promises. REVIEW!!
Okay everyone. I am so sorry for the long wait. I know I always say that my updates won't take longer than 5 days but I don't know why this took me so long. But, here it is. I'll skip the note and go straight to the chapter.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Morgan Penthouse
Courtney closed the door behind her leaving Dillon with the baby.
He wasn't a babysitter. He hadn't ever even held a baby before Morgan.
"Okay kid. As you know, I'm Dillon. I'll be your babysitter for the next two hours."
But all Morgan did was stare up at him. * This is going to be easy. Feed the kid his dinner, put him to bed. Play with him a bit in between. No problem..*
"Okay, Courteny said to feed you now then do the play thing. So I'll just get your food." Dillon spoke to the child. He got three feet from the basinette before he rushed back. "Don't go any where. I mean it kid. Don't move."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~10 Minutes Later
That was it for Dillon. He was never having kids.
Morgan was laying in his arms stubbornly rufusing the milk Dillon was trying to feed him.
"Come on Morgan. Yummy milk. You know you want it."
Dillon refused to drink it himself. He was a movie buff. It never worked and he knew it. He had done everything Courtney had told him too. * Get bottle from the fridge, check. Warm milk, oops.*
"Oh, I get it. I forgot to warm the milk. Sorry, Morgan. Give me a minute. But I swear, if you still won't eat it."
He put the baby back in his basinette. Dillon ran to the kitchen and followed Courtney's insturctions this time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~After Morgan's Dinner
After Morgan got his milk the way he wanted it there was no problem feeding the kid. Now the playing was about to start.
But what do you play with a infant? Its not like they could watch a movie. Or even play any other game. So Dillon settled for a story that the baby wouldn't even listen too.
Propping the baby up against him he opened the book that was in his baby bag. A well worn copy of a Africa Book.
"Okay, this is a book all about Africa, Morgan. I think you'll like it. It seems that Michael did."
But before Dillon could start the story the worst thing that could ever happen did.
Morgan started to cry.
"Oh no, Morgan please no. Come on, please don't cry."
But this only served to make the baby cry harder. One thing was for sure in Dillon's mind. This kid had nothing wrong with his lungs.
Dillon had fed and burped him so that wasn't the problem. Maybe the baby didn't like Africa? "Okay Morgan we don't need to read the book okay. You're right, you have five years before you have to go to school. Why start early? Completely right. We can do something non-educational."
If being forced to learn was Morgan's problem he didn't let on. The newborn just kept screaming his little bald head off.
"Alright Mor, you asked for it." Dillon said. He was running out of ideas as to what to do.
"Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the word so high like a dimond in the sky. Twinl-"
The song didn't seem to be helping any bit. "Okay so you don't like that one. Here, this one got the whole hospital to laugh. Its a classic, you'll love it."
So Dillon started a new song. "When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, thats amore. When-"
But still he didn't seem to be soothing the screaming beast at all. "So songs aren't your thing. Thats okay."
Dillon wracked his brain for what might be bugging the infant to the point of trying to murder Dillon's ear drums. The baby's diaper was fine so that wasn't the issue. He had eaten and been burped. Dillon had rocked him, sung to him.
He put the still crying Morgan back in the bassinette and ran to the baby bag. Freeing two stuffed animals he brought them back to the baby.
He held up the lion and started to speak. "Hello Mr Bear. How are you today?"
Holding up the bear Dillon felt his embarrasment creep in. But at the moment he was desperate. "I'm good Mr Lion. But theres this kid who won't stop crying and its really starting to make my ears ring."
Dillon dropped the two stuffed animals and went to the nearest wall. He banged his head against it for a full minute before he realized the source of torture was gone.
Morgan had stopped crying. Instead he was laughing and looking at Dillon.
Dillon stopped smacking himself silly and leaned into the bassinette. "Yes! Good Morgan." But the baby's face screwed up and reddened "No! No no, Morgan please don't start again. I've already lost the abilty to hear high pitched sounds. Don't take anymore from me here Mor."
Dillon ran back to the wall and started to bang his head again. It had tamed the beast once and Dillon hoped it would again.
And to his great joy it did. Morgan stopped his crying before it had started and was back to laughing at his babysitter.
Dillon's head was sore as he watched the tired baby start to close his eyes. "Oh man kid. When you learn the concept of wrestling I am going to be paying you back for this."
Morgan's eyes were now closed and Dillon was sure that the baby was asleep. He walked over to the bassinette and peered in. The baby didn't look too threatening now. Instead Dillon could see why all the women who came to see him saw.
The kid was cute. That was for sure.
"Well, I guess you aren't so bad after all there kid. Nah, you're downright okay. And thats a compliment considering what you put me through. But you're alright."
"But I still am never going to babysit for you again."
Okay, I'm sorry that isn't some of my best work. I have a bit of a writers block concerning this fic. I hope you all enjoyed it. And in case anyone had any doubts I do not own those songs. I saw GH today and loved Dillon. I felt the need to include it. Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up soon. But since I start school Friday I make no promises. REVIEW!!