"Why do I have to do this?" Cain complained, "The last time he had to change a diaper was when Charles wet the bed, and it wasn't pleasant.
"Because I pay you and keep you out of jail," Magneto glared.
Erik was more moody than normal considering the situation he was in. This sucked so terribly. His child now a brain dead…child. He had no idea how to deal with this level of stress. Not to mention the fact that this put everything he'd planned on hold until he was fixed. Depite the fact of Cain being able to care for a child he couldn't quite say he trusted him.
Cain grumbled and tried to wrap the cloth around Pietro's kicking legs, "Be still, ya whacka!"
Magneto rolled his eyes. Apparently Juggarnaut being in Australia for those few years had given him a new set of words to use. And an authentic down under accent.
Pietro laughed and squirmed, making it intensly difficult for Cain to get the diaper on him, "Papa!" he called, wanting to be played with.
"Why are you using cloth? Why not disposable?" cain finally got the diaper on and snapped it in place.
"That way I don't have to constantly go to the store."
"It's going to be something ugh to have to wash them," he sat Pietro up so he could run away to his father.
"Good thing you do the laundry."
Cain groaned. This was going to be so disguisting. Ig he had to himself he would buy disposable. Anything to not have to deal with that horror of what Magneto was planning.
Pietro hugged his father. Erik rolled his eyes. He'd just gotten out of the tub after making a huge mess in the kitchen. A mess that Erik forced Tom, Cain's friend/ Sean Cassidy's cousin, to clean. He certainly wasn't going to do it.
Tom grumbled and leaned against Cain, "This sucks."
"Tell me about it. The palace prince is even more annoying as an ankle biter," he sighed leaning back into the couch, "I hate diaper duty."
"Well at least you're not on cleaning duty," Tom rolled his eyes and looked at Pietro. Mag had just dressed him and he was sitting on his father's lap for a bottle.