Correcting a mistake
It was half past two in the morning, and Tom and Jackie Hanson were woken yet again by the cries of their four month old son Will. Jackie and Tom had brought Will home from the hospital after a couple of days.
They supposed they couldn't complain. It wasn't as if Will cried constantly. He only cried when he was hungry or needed his nappy changing. Apart from that he was a quite baby, and gave the term angelic a whole new meaning.
After a couple of weeks, Will's eyes shifted from blue to the same brown that both of his parents had. Tom sighed and kissed his wife on her jaw and told her "don't get up love, I'll go and see to him. Go back to sleep."
Tom yawned as he made his way to his son's room that was jointly attached to his and Jackie's room. All you had to do was get up out of bed and walk through a door in the far corner of the room. And the nursery was right there.
Tom walked inside and gently picked up his crying son. He smiled and gently cooed at the little boy. His soft dark brown hair was sticking up in all directions, and his little face was red and covered in tears from all of his crying.
Tom asked his son "what is it little guy, are you hungry? Or do you have a nasty dirty nappy?" Will giggled at his daddy, his big brown eyes shining with unshed tears.
Tom gently patted his son's bottom checking to see if his nappy was wet or felt full. He grimaced when he realised it felt warm and slightly heavy. Will had done a number two his nappy, much to his daddy's dismay.
He giggled in delight at the face Tom pulled, at the thought of having to change said soiled nappy. Tom gently lay Will down upon the changing mat in the far corner of the room.
He gently began to remove the soft cotton white baby suit. It was one of those white jump suits with the feet covered. It had Winnie the Pooh all over it. Tom grabbed the baby wipes and a clean nappy as well as talcum powder. As well as a clean jump suite.
He then grimaced and braced him self for the unpleasant task a head, removing his son's shit filled nappy. He undid the tabs holding the nappy together and immediately wished he hadn't. Tom gagged making Will laugh and clap his hands.
Tom, no matter how many times over the last four months he had changed Will's shit filled nappies, the smell never got any easier to bear. He had no idea Jackie was standing near the door in the shadows, silently gagging her self, to prevent the hysterical giggles that were bubbling up inside of her, from escaping.
Tom was going every interesting shade of green possible, as he removed the nappy, and used the baby wipes the clean his son's bottom and any where else that needed it.
Once Will was clean, Tom covered his bottom in the talcum powder. He then placed the nappy under Will, before positing the nappy correctly, then fastening and securing the tabs in place.
Once that was done Tom chuckled the dirty wipes in the nearest waste basket, he then turned back to Will and picked up the mint green cotton jump suit, with Tigger all over it.
Once Will was clean and freshly dressed, Jackie let her presence be known. She clapped her hands and laughed as she came into the light, where Tom could clearly see her.
Tom glared at her as he cradled Will up against his white t shirt covered chest. Tom asked "how long exactly have you been standing there, obviously getting a kick out of this?"
Jackie sniggered and commented teasingly and with relish "long enough to discover how many different sickly shades of green you're capable of turning, when confronted with the smell of your son's shitty nappies."
Tom glared at her, but couldn't help the small grin that escaped him as he said "you despicable little bitch." This only made the smirk on his wife's face turn Cheshire cat like, and an extremely sly Cheshire cat at that.
Will yawned and snuggled up against his daddy's chest and sighed content. Tom smiled down at his son and kissed the top of his head as he placed a blue dummy into his mouth, and grinned when Will began to suckle contently.
Tom carefully placed Will into is mother's arms, he then left the room and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.