"That's not how you do it," the fifteen year old laughed, watching as Aaron tried to put the diaper on their crying baby after he had messed the other one. "It's backwards."
Aaron looked at the cloth. "How can you tell?"
Taking the diaper from the older boy, Emily moved the baby to the pillow in front of her and strapped it onto him. "See?" She lifted him up in her arms and pat the plastic toy on the back to soothe him. "He'll stop crying, just give it a few minutes," the brunette smiled.
The football player rolled his eyes, falling down onto his friend's comfortable bed. "This is ridiculous."
"Hey, you transferred into the class and this is what you get," Emily snorted, handing the baby back to the older boy. "A son."
Aaron glared playfully up to the beautiful girl and watched as she took her hair from her ponytail and let it fall around her shoulders. He had been watching her every moment since they'd been at her home, and every little move she made or word she spoke had him melting.
She was eternally beautiful.
She looked up from her bed, sensing the older boy's eyes on her, and felt herself blush when she saw his gaze darkening on her. "What?"
Aaron gave a shake of the head. "How do you know so much about babies?"
"I'm a girl," she shrugged, lying back against her pillows in their expensive cotton pillows and watching as he held their baby against his chest. "Some sort of maternal instinct or something. But just because I know about changing a diaper doesn't mean I'm automatically a mom."
The football player practically shoved Michael into his fake co-parent's face. "Don't lie," he laughed, putting the plastic into his friend's arms.
Emily watched as he laid beside her in the queen sized bed, her heartbeat picking up speed when he stretched and his shirt rose up a small amount and showed off the 'v' that led to down into his jeans. "Right."
Aaron let himself frown at the flushed look on Emily's face. "You ok?"
Shaking her head, the brunette girl sat up against the pillows and rocked her baby gently in her arms. "Yeah, no I'm good," she chuckled, making eye contact with the older boy to make sure he knew she was comfortable. "Just kind of hungry."
"Yeah, we never actually ate dinner," the football player groaned. "You want something?"
Emily's lips pursed as she shook her head. "No, we should get to bed soon anyway. It's almost ten and I have no idea when this baby is gonna wake up again."
"That's true. You mind if I take the couch?" he asked, looking to the leather loveseat over near the large windows of the ambassador's daughter's bedroom.
Emily felt her chest constrict as he got up off of her bed and she scrambled to sit up, watching the brunette boy lift his shirt so he could change to get ready for bed. "That's fine." Licking her bottom lip as she watched the muscles in his back move, her wide eyes looked down to the baby in her arms. "Let's go to bed, Michael."