CHAPTER TWO

Struggling to hold his breath, the Headmaster surveyed the baby in his arms with irritation.

He, the Headmaster, expected to look after a baby whilst their mother failed to discipline their elder sibling? It was preposterous!

'How dare that woman land me with this…. Sack of potatoes.'

The baby took his thumb out of his mouth, causing the Headmaster to grimace at the sight of the saliva coated digit. Harvey gurgled and kicked his podgy feet. His excited kicks hit the Headmaster in the chest, and as the man grunted in pain, he extended his arms out so that the baby was far away from him as possible.

Glaring at the baby, the Headmaster turned to look at one of the shop workers.

"Do you know how to deal with a dirty nappy?"

The acne-riddled teenage boy shook his head furiously. "Nah, man. I wouldn't know the first thing! Seems like you're on your own."

The teenager turned round and swaggered off, leaving the Headmaster to deal with the situation alone. Now utterly furious, the Headmaster hissed at Harvey:

"Why couldn't your mother have taken you?!"

In response, Harvey simply grinned at the Headmaster, revealing his toothless gums. The Headmaster shuddered, then sighed. He knew that HE had to change the baby's dirty nappy, before it got out of hand. As well as the stink intensifying, Harvey could also develop a rash. This would not bother the Headmaster in the slightest, but if Mrs Hunter found out….

Hastily, the Headmaster bent down and swiped the handbag from the packed shopping bag. Before the woman had run off, she had asked him to hand over the bag…. Quickly, the Headmaster concluded that there must be a spare clean nappy in the handbag. Opening it, he pulled out the blessed item, then closed the handbag and put it back amongst the items in the shopping bag.

Now he just needed a changing area…

As he was contemplating this, the worst thing possible happened.


Apart from giggling, Harvey had been docile. Yet now, the effects of wearing a dirty nappy was taking its toll on him and soon enough, he burst into tears. Shrieking at the top of his lungs, fat tears flashing down his face, Harvey screeched:

"MA-MA! MA-MA! LLO! DA-DA!"

Wincing at the sudden loud noise, the Headmaster realised that he had to change Harvey.

Fast.

The Headmaster snapped at the teenage employee to guard Mrs Hunter's belongings, then hurried out of the shop and towards the nearest bathroom. As he approached the public bathroom, the Headmaster aimed for the baby changing room, only to find out that it was in use. Snarling under his breath, the Headmaster set about trying to calm Harvey down. However, all he seemed to do was heighten the baby's cries, which caused his anger to rise up to the surface.

Just before he exploded at Harvey, the user of the changing room unlocked the door and stepped out. The woman cooed to her own baby as she passed the Headmaster and instead of wasting time by sneering at her, the Headmaster raced forwards into the baby changing room and locked the door behind him.

Setting the wailing baby down on the provided changing mat on top of the table, the Headmaster prepared the clean nappy and crouched down slightly, gaze focussed on Harvey's crotch. Shuddering, the Headmaster set the clean nappy aside, unbuttoned the onesie, slid the item of clothing off then undid the dirty nappy.

As soon as the dirty nappy had been peeled off of the baby, the Headmaster flung it into the bin, gagging at the horrific smell and disgusting sight before him. As the Headmaster had feared, Harvey DID have a rash. It affected only a small part of his backside, but it was enough for him to continue wailing at the top of his lungs.

Not wanting his gaze to linger on the baby's dirty backside, the Headmaster quickly nabbed some cleaning wipes from a dispenser and proceeded to clean Harvey's backside as quickly and thoroughly as possible.

Whilst he did this, the Headmaster crooned down at Harvey: "Good boy. Now, try to be quiet."

Obviously, this had no effect on the baby whatsoever, but once he was clean and the Headmaster had fastened a nappy onto him, Harvey began to calm down. Now quiet, he wriggled about on the changing mat happily as the Headmaster growled:

"I came here to purchase a new desk, INSTEAD, I had to clean a baby's bottom."

Aware that Harvey could catch a chill, the Headmaster dressed him in the onesie, then took off his glasses. Ominous green eyes gazing down at the wriggling baby, the Headmaster loomed over Harvey so that his eyes were drilling into the baby's chocolate brown ones.

As Harvey blinked up at him, his wriggling ceasing, the Headmaster growled:

"One day, you shall be under my control. Your Mother shall send you and your elder brother to My School and I will take over both of your minds. Just you wait and see…"

Chuckling lowly, the Headmaster put his glasses back on, then lifted Harvey into his arms. Rubbing his back soothingly, the Headmaster left the changing room and headed back to the shop.


Once there, the Headmaster shifted into panic mode as the baby in his arms started to cough and splutter. Although the baby's lungs were evidently providing as much oxygen as possible, Harvey was still struggling to breathe properly and within moments, the baby had started to wheeze.

The Headmaster's eyes widened behind his glasses as he attempted to avert the mounting crisis. Shouting at the teenage employee from before for some help, the Headmaster was saved when Mrs Hunter, her eldest son in tow, rushed into sight.

One look at her youngest child, was all it took for Teresa to leap into action. Snapping at Lloyd to stay put, she took Harvey out of the Headmaster's arms and set about helping him to breathe.

As Lloyd clamoured to help his little brother, the Headmaster watched in fascination as Mrs Hunter managed to soothe her little one's struggle for breath. He did not know what she had done to stop it, but realised that this had occurred before.

Teresa hugged Harvey to her, cooing to quiet his pitiful, distressed cries. The Headmaster arched an eyebrow, which Mrs Hunter noticed. Rocking her baby gently, she said:

"When Harvey was born, there were a few… complications. He was whisked away from me because he wasn't… b-breathing. They put him on a ventilator because his lungs weren't strong enough to support his body. We nearly… lost him a few times, but he's a little fighter. He pulled through, even though there was a big chance… Anyways, he has a weak Immune system and has asthma. When he's a bit older, he'll be given an asthma pump. It's very serious, Harvey will always need it with him."

Teresa kissed her baby's forehead. "Sometimes he coughs and his breathing gets laboured, so I always have to be on hand to help him. Otherwise…. Oh!"

She stopped talking and sniffed Harvey's lower half. "You're all clean!"

She looked towards the Headmaster and exclaimed: "You changed him!"

"Yes… I discovered a clean nappy in your handbag. I apologise for intruding on your personal belongings, but I am aware that you were attempting to reach that bag before your eldest son ran off."

Mrs Hunter smiled gratefully at him. "Thank you so much, Sir." Now that Harvey had stopped crying, Teresa could focus her attention onto Lloyd. Glaring down at him, she snapped:

"I don't want you EVER running off again, you hear me?! That was very bad of you, Lloyd. Because of that, you'll be getting a spanking when we get home."

"NO!" Lloyd wailed. "NO FAIR!"

"Yes, you were a bad boy, and this poor gentleman here was left to look after your brother."

"He's evil…" The toddler muttered under his breath.

Shaking her head, Mrs Hunter sighed. "We'd better go and buy the things we want."

The Headmaster nodded curtly, and half an hour later, they left the shop. The Headmaster had ordered his new desk, with delivery expected in a week, and Mrs Hunter had purchased a brand new pram. Harvey was now proudly sitting in it, and was currently chomping on a piece of banana that his mother had given him. Lloyd was peeking in at his baby brother, also making sure that the full shopping bag didn't dislodge from the compartment underneath the pram.

As they walked along, Mrs Hunter turned to the Headmaster and said:

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Sir. Once again, I'm sorry for the trouble that my boys caused you."

The Headmaster forced another smile. "No worries, Mrs Hunter. I am looking forwards to seeing your sons in the future at my school."

"Oh, you bet they'll be there!" She glanced down at her toddler son. "Come along, Lloyd, we're off to the Disney Store."

"Yay!"


As the Hunters departed, Mrs Hunter wheeling the pram away, with an eye on Lloyd, the Headmaster watched them go with a smirk.

In a few years' time, the Hunter boys would be HIS to control.

'And they can make up for what they put me through today. Yes... LLOYD… HARVEY… See you soon.'

Chuckling to himself, the Headmaster turned round and headed towards the Mall doors, unaware that Lloyd Hunter had whipped his head round and was glaring daggers into the back of his tall frame.