Chapter 50

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! EWWW! EWWWW! BRIAN!" Paul bellowed.

"What is his problem?" Briana asked, putting Brett in his crib. "And could you get Bella for me so we can put her down for a nap too?"

"Sure, I can do that while I'm checking out who's murdering El Big Mouth out there," Brian nodded.

He went out in the living room where Paul sat, holding out Bella, who had begun to fuss.

"Paul, Jesus, support her head!" Brian exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing to that poor baby?"

"Your daughter just fucking puked on me," Paul answered. "Oquela, what am I, a shit and barf receptacle for these two?"

"Dude, she's six weeks old; she doesn't know any better." Brian shook his head and took Bella. "Come here, Princess, Papa has you safe from the whiny person."

"I am not whiny," Paul answered. "I don't exactly relish the smell of recycled milk." He studied the spot on his shirt where Bella had spit up, making a face.

Brian began to laugh. "You mean kind of like you wore the surgical mask and gloves to change Brett the other day because you don't relish the smell of baby shit? You have a lot to learn, man."

"Just get me something to clean this shit off," Paul groaned. "I got to go out in half an hour."

"So you know, chicks dig babies," Brian grinned. "Sure you don't want to take Bella out?"

"Never mind." Paul glared at him.

"Your loss, dude. I'll be back in a second as soon as I give this cutie to Mama to put her to nappy nap."

Brian cooed at his baby daughter, who mouth curled up at both ends.

"Paul, check it out!"

Paul rolled his eyes. "What is it this time, Mr. Mom?"

"Bella just smiled at me! Bree! Baby, you have to check this out!"

"She probably just farted, dude. Don't get so excited." Paul shook his head.

"No, I think this was a smile. They're at that age when they're going to start doing little stuff like this."

Brian gently tickled her. "See! She did it again!"

"Did what?" Briana asked, coming out to get the baby.

"Bella smiled!"

"She probably has gas," Paul added. "or was laughing at the sight of the funny looking short freak that had been holding her before you."

"Very fucking hilarious, Paul." Brian shook his head

"Only you would have that theory, Paul," Briana chuckled, and then smiled at her daughter. "What's this about smiling at Papa?" she cooed at Bella, tickling her chin.

Bella smiled again, this time at her mother. "Oh gosh, she did do it!"

"Right now, she's appreciating Mama's beauty," Brian grinned.

Briana kissed his cheek and looked back at Bella. "Papa is just too sweet, isn't he?"

"I think I'm going to be sick," Paul groaned. "Too much cheesy love fest in here."

"Good, go hurl in the bathroom; we don't need your tacos making a reappearance on the new carpet," Brian said.

"I'm going to put this little lady down for her nap," Briana smiled before she spotted the place on Paul's shirt where Bella had spit up. "A little Palmolive and some warm water will get that right out," she told him. "It's in the kitchen."

"Really?"

"Trust me, I've been puked on enough these last six weeks to have expert knowledge by now," Briana nodded. "And next time, you may want to use a burp cloth to prevent that from happening again."

"Thanks for the tip. But what's a burp cloth?"

Brian held up a rag. "Something like this," he said. "As I stated before, dude, you have a lot to learn."

"So do you, for that matter," Briana replied, nudging him. "Come on, we need to put Smiley Sleepyhead down for her nap."