"Taylor, can you please hurry up with those diapers?" I shouted upstairs to him.
"Sophia, I'm looking! I don't see any!" he shouted back.
Sophia Russel. That's me. I used to be a somebody at one point in time, but I think that time passed a long time ago. I used to be happy, in love, and not a mother. Not anymore.
"Tay, they're in the closet on the bottom shelf!" I yelled. I was getting very tired of this. I groaned. Why couldn't Taylor just used his eyes. I was sure they were right in front of him. I picked up my tiny son and wrapped a towel around him, hoping that he wouldn't choose to go to the bathroom before I got a diaper on him. I trudged up the stairs to where Taylor was sitting on the floor in the hall, digging through the closet. Walking up to him, I laid Joey in his arms . I sat down and pulled out a big quilt, revealing a jumbo sized bag of diapers. "See?" I said.
"Well, sorry. You didn't say they were hidden behind a quilt." Taylor protested.
"I thought you'd have the sense to look." I said crossly, taking Joey from him.
I looked down at Joey. "Let's go get you a clean diaper." I said to him. "Would you like that, baby?" Joey cooed.
"Want me to change him?" Taylor asked.
"No, I got him." I said.
"Are you sure?" Taylor asked me, smiling at Joey. "I like being with him, even if it's only changing his diaper."
"I know you do, baby." I said, momentarily stoking his cheek with my hand. "If you really want to, take him." I said, laying Joey in Taylor's outstretched arms. I had to give him credit. For an eighteen-year old, Taylor was an excellent father. He loved his little boy, and tried to be with him as much as possible. With Taylor's busy schedule, that wasn't easy. I loved Taylor. But I didn't think things could ever be like they were before, when Taylor and I were so in love, and completely wrapped up in ourselves. It would never be like that again. Ever since Joey was born, we had both become very busy with work and school, and trying to be a good mommy and daddy too. I snapped out of my daydream when I heard Taylor calling my name. I went dowstairs to see what he needed.
"Sophia, I think he's hungry." Taylor said as I walked into the nursery. I noticed Taylor was blushing.
"Now why would you think that?" I asked.
"He keeps sucking on my shirt." Taylor said, turing an even deeper red than before.
I was amused, to say the least.
"Well, why don't you feed him?" I teased, a smile playing on my lips.
Taylor just looked at me helplessly as our son lay in his arms, his tiny lips grasping onto Taylor's shirt. "Sophia, please?"
I laughed and pulled the small baby from his shirt, while unbuttoning my own in order to feed Joey.
"We're supposed to have dinner at my parents' house tonight." Taylor told me. "Do you feel up to going?"
"Sure, I'd love to go. Your sisters love to play with Joey, and I need to have a little chat with your mom."
"Ok, I'll call her and tell her we're coming." Taylor said, heading into the kitchen and leaving me in my own world of thought.
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