The boiling water was spilling over the top of its container onto the stove and the floor. The oven timer screaming, indicating what was in the oven was finished; smoked seeped through the cracks of the oven door, confirming it was done.
Pots and pans cluttered the counter tops. The milk carton, lying on its side, was tipped over while the white liquid spilling its contents onto the floor.
Pillows and blankets were thrown all over the couch; the table trinkets scattered all on and under the table. The TV blasted loudly on with the station it was previous left on. Laughter could be heard down the hall.
The echo comes closer as the patter of little feet hit the wooden floors. Suds of soap filled the curly dark hair as the water dripped, leaving a trail.
"Prue!" Pops yelled, chasing after the 3 month old. His shirt soaked and pants clung to his figure as he skit to a halt trying to capture his daughter
Pops caught his breath wondering how his daughter could slip through his fingers when he only turned for 3 seconds to grab a towel.
His dark stuck up in all places and portions clung to his forehead as sweat seeped down his face.
He didn't realize that bathing Prue would be this difficult. Laughter was heard again this time behind the couch as Pops looked through his peripheral eyeing his daughter, without her knowing.
Pops decide to play along this little hide-in-seek game, because he knew it was the only way to get Prue to cooperate.
"I wonder where my little warrior could be." Pops moved his body to the couch, lifting up a pillow.
"Is she here? Nope!" He placed the pillow back down lifting another.
"Here? Nope!" He heard laughter again; Pops knew his daughter was on the other side, trying her best to hide.
Pops quickly jumped in front of Prue causing her to scream in laughter, wrapping his arms around his daughter. "Gotcha.''
Pops' laughter roared from his chest seeing the delight on his daughters face. It had taken almost 47 years for Pops to learn how to laugh.
"You are just as stubborn as your mother." Pops sighed looking around the house at the destruction trying to get Prue into the bath.
"And your mother or step-sister will most likely through me off a cliff seeing thier home a complete mess.''
Prue's brown eyes looked at her father. Touching his cheek with her chubby hand.
"Dada!'' she started to squirm in Pops hold, wanting down.
"Oh no, you don't ! It's time to get dry!" Pops spoke in a firm tone; Prue understood it meant serious business.
Pops rotated his body, ready to walk back to the bathroom when he saw three figures standing at the door with mouths open in awe and shock:
his 20-year old (close to 21) step-daughter Sarah, and Robin as well as Kyle and Josh. who were holding bags after baby shopping for Prue and Josh .
Robin's green eyes gawked at Pops and her daughter wondering this much chaos could happen in an hour time frame.
This is what happens when you leave a certain T-800 to try to bathe an 3-month-old by himself when the child is clearly difficult as to bathe: both parents have to be around.
''What happened?'' Kyle asked. As he and Robin, and Sarah set the groceries down. Pops just stood still not knowing what to say, for the first time in forever he was speechless.
''Pops?'' Sarah asked, as she slowly moved towards the frozen machine, who held the 3-month old toddler. Snapping her fingers in Pops face, she sighed and turned to look at Robin, who looked back at her with a shocked look.
''I think you're boyfriend is broken.'' Kyle teased, causing Robin to glare at him, before walking over to Pops, who still had a hold of their daughter.
''Pops?'' Robin said, as Sarah helped Kyle unpack the rest of the groceries. ''Are you ok?'' After several moments, Pops snapped out of his daze, and nodded.
''I'm fine,'' He said, as Robin, gently whipped some of the soap from his brown hair. ''I didn't know that bathing a child could be this difficult.'' Robin laughed, as Sarah approached them and grinned.
''It's harder than it looks, hu?'' Sarah smirked, as Kyle made his way over with Josh, who smiled down at his little cousin. Pops nodded, as he picked up his wet daughter, and headed back for the bathroom to wash her up.
''Is he going to be ok?'' Kyle asked, as Sarah and Robin shared a look. ''I hope so,'' Sarah said. ''It's this first time I ever saw him so shocked and speechless.''
Robin grinned. ''Me too.''