WARNING: the eli babysitting club :D, dead hand shirts, yo gabba gabba, first words && thoughts of marriage?
Chapter Thirty-One: Babysitting (Eli's POV)
"You're serious?" I groaned. Jenna nodded her head causing her long blond hair to fall over her shoulders. "Fi's in New York, Adam has that wonderful Grandma visit and Kyle has a date with Savannah. That only leaves you." Jenna explained. I groaned and eyed the little monster in her arms. "Can't you hire someone to watch her. I have no experience with babies." I complained. Jenna shook her head and stuffed Bethany in my arms. "You're parental instincts will set in. Trust me. Does for everyone." Jenna reassured. I shifted Bethany higher on my hip. Her immediate response was to pull at my hair. "Ugh.. Dammit Bethany." I cursed, trying to remove her chubby hands from my hair. "No vulgar language Eli. I'm trying to teach Bethany her first word that doesn't use any bad words." Jenna said smiling at Bethany. "Be a good girl for Uncle Eli, Beth. Mommy will be back from making pop history." Jenna cooed while kissing Bethany's cheek. I sighed. "Jenna.. You're just recording some songs for an album." Jenna rolled her eyes. "My last one went platinum. This one will be better. See you two later." Jenna called out as she left my house. I looked down at the blond monster and sighed. "Do you like reading comics?" I asked softly. Bethany then let out a wail as she stared at the door swinging shut. "Shh. Mommy will be back Bethany." I said in my best cooing voice. It didn't work. She only screamed louder. Now I understood why Lizzy would scream when I tried to talk to her when I was five and she was just a newborn. Either that or I was an ugly kid. My attention turned back on Bethany who was continuing to scream. "Please.. Shh.. Beth please.." I cooed as I rocked her on my hip. She screamed and screamed to no end. This was going to be a long day.
"Gah! Gah!" Bethany gurgled. I glared at the TV screen under my lashes. "I know Beth. It's freaking Yo Gabba Gabba. I get that all they freaking do is dance with monsters. That's freaking creepy." I muttered. I thought that my eyes were going to fall out. It was a marathon. At least she was sitting still watching the TV, holding tightly to a thrashed giraffe. I smirked looking at her. The giraffe use to be mine. I found it through my closet in a attempt to shut her up. It worked. Now she won't let it go. Just one more hour. I can handle that. What else can possibly go wrong.
"Bethany! Out of my room! Now!" I shouted. Bethany was tearing my room up. The sheets were on the floor and some posters were shredded. I fell asleep for a little bit and she goes straight for the scariest room in the house. "Beth! Now!" I shouted. She continued to ignore me. How did Jenna manage. When Clare and I get married, we're so waiting for children.. Clare? I shook my head. Marriage with Clare. That didn't sound so bad. My attention was brought back on Bethany who was now holding a picture. "Beth.. Don't drop that." I murmured getting closer to her. Bethany didn't move or scream. She stared at the picture. I got close enough to see that the picture was of Clare. Clare swinging on a tire swing, her reddish brown curls flowing behind her. I noticed that Clare was dressed in my clothes. I smiled remembering that we had gone to the beach and I pushed her in, causing her to be very pissed, but she was happy no doubt. Bethany looked up at me and back at Clare. "That's Clare." I said softly. I sat next to Bethany, she plopped down in my lap and stared at the picture. "Cwa..re? Bethany gurgled. I chuckled. "Close. Mommy wouldn't count that as a first word." I murmured. Bethany shoved the picture in my hand and looked at me. "I love Clare. Like you love Mommy." I told Bethany, even touching her little nose. She giggled and held onto mine. "Not cool Beth." I said nasally. Bethany let go and clapped for her effort. She then unexpectedly threw her arms around my neck and nuzzled her face in my neck. My emeralds widen, like Jenna said, my parental instinct set in and I pulled Bethany closer to me. "Your so precious Bethany." I murmured into her blond hair. For a fraction of a second I wished that Bethany could be mine. Or she could be mine and Clare's. That would be amazing. A baby with reddish brown hair and emerald eyes. Or a baby with dark brown hair and ocean blue eyes.
"It's a little long. But you look good in it." I complimented on Bethany. I had fed her and she managed to pour all her food on her shirt. I just threw the dirty clothes in the baby bag and cleaned Bethany enough to let her wear a dead hand t shirt. She attempted to walk around in it, but she tripped face first. I caught her and threw her over my shoulder. "I hear Mommy. Let's go downstairs." I cooed. I heard keys jingling and Jenna emerged. She had a huge smile on her face. "Ooh! Where's baby Bethany?" She exclaimed. Bethany jumped into Jenna's arms and held her close. "Was she good?" Jenna asked over Bethany's shoulder. I nodded. "She was good." I said. I didn't feel like getting her in trouble for tearing my room up. "Beth? What in the world are you wearing?" Jenna exclaimed. I snickered and Bethany pointed at the dead hand shirt. "She spilled food on hers. I let her wear that one." I said. Jenna rolled her eyes. "There is such thing as a washing machine, Eli." I smirked. "Whatever Jenna. I took care of her. Now she's your problem." I said. Jenna smiled. "Thanks Eli. I appreciate it." Jenna said with a smile. "No problem." Jenna said her goodbye and was about to leave when Bethany chirped. "Eli!" My jaw fell open and so did Jenna's. "Beth? Did you just say your first word?" Jenna asked. Bethany smiled and pointed to me, "Eli!" She chirped. I smirked as Jenna's smile fell. "Why can't you say Mommy?" Jenna asked. "That's because I'm cooler than Mommy."
Cuteness! I just wanted to imagine Eli taking care of Bethany, and it happened! Like I said this is a fun/cute chapter. Next one will be more depth and sorrow or some crap like that. I saw that movie, it somewhat scared me. SHE KILLED A CAT! O.O I hate cats, but that poor kitty :P. I haven't been this upset over a cat since that chick who said if Miley Cyrus doesn't open her twitter up than she'll eat her cat.. She ate her cat D:. But anyways, I'll probably post again. Who knows? && Don't forget too…
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