Chapter 7- Baby Swap!
Layla's POV:
After we all got out of the hospital, John and I decided to go to Barbie and Randy's house. "John, will you knock? My hands are full." "Sure." then he knocked on their door. Randy answered. "Hey! Barb's upstairs feeding the baby, I'll get her." then he ran up the steps. "Speaking of feeding, I think Jonathon may need some milk, too," I said as I went into Barbie and Randy's room, and fed the baby. *KNOCK KNOCK* "Hold on one moment!" I say as I pull my shirt back down and answer the door. "Hey!" says Barb. "Were you feeding Jonathon?" "Yep... when Randy told me that you were feeding Layla it reminded me to feed Jonathon." "Haha! Well I guess Randy can save the day!" "Yep... You wanna baby swap?" "You mean I take Jonathon and you take Layla?" "Yep, just for a little while though," "Ok, so we can like play with the baby, change the baby, etc;?" "Yes, oh and here.." Barbie said to me as she gave me gloves, baby wipes, and a full package of diapers. "You'll need 'em!" "Wh-What?" I asked, but she was gone with my baby.
Kelly's POV:
Wow! No Poop to change for 2 hours! Freedom! Freedom at last! "WA!" Jonathon suddenly starts to scream. "What in the world? John! John! Somebody! Help!" John came rushing in. "What's wrong?" "Jonathon's crying!" "Wait, why do you have my baby?" "Because Layla wanted us to baby swap." "Oh, well he probably misses his mother. He's a momma's boy." "Oh, Layla never did mention that." "Probably because she wants to be away from him, he'll only let her change him, feed him, burp him, everything! So, she probably wanted freedom," "Oh, well, I'll go swap back then. Thanks John!" "Welcome, hey do you have slim jims?" I sigh and say, "Yes, I just bought a pack today." "Flavor?" "Um, I don't know. I think original and spicy BBQ." "Aw! No Pizza flavored? Those are the bomb digity!" "All or nothing?!" "All!" "Okay, go!" then I pretty much basically shoved him into the kitchen.
Layla's POV:
After no less than 1 hour, I was ready to give Barbie her baby. "Here! Take it!" "Here take it! she said repeating my words. "How long did it last before he started to scream 'Wa!'?" "No less than 1 second! How long did it last before Layla broke wind?" "No less than 10-15 minutes." "Haha! did you use my gloves?" "Yes! Thank God you gave them to me! I don't know what I could've done!" "Well, its definitely Randy's baby! You know crapping and all!" "Yep, it sure is John's baby, you know crying for mom and all!" Then I had my baby and Barb had hers. Things are back to the way it should be.
Randy's POV:
"Barb! Come in here please," I yell as I sit down on the couch. "Okay, what sweetie?" "You wanna stop?" "What? What do you mean?" "I mean, do you wanna have more children?" "Oh, yea! Yes Randy... but not now. It'll just make us look bad if we have a baby while we have a baby." "Okay, so how long do you wanna wait?" "At Least a year." "Okay, that way when the baby is in school Layla will be a year ahead." "Yea, but, you know, I don't want to stop at two, Randy," "I know, I don't either." "So... what will we do?" "I don't know, sweetie. We atleast need three." "I want four," "Four... okay. Four. That sounds good." "I mean, our house is a mansion. It's meant to have 10 people living in it," "You thinking what I'm thinking?" "Yea... John and Layla should move in with us!" "Yep! I mean if they have two children, but you know John... he's a party animal..." "And sugar daddy!" "Well, he'll have to settle with two... wait! Don't we have that office room we never use?" "Yea... they can maybe use that as a spare bedroom." "I'll go tell John,"