“I think she might need her diaper changed,” Quill says with a wink, trying desperately not to laugh.
“Again, Quill? When are you going to change it yourself?” she asks, lifting Rose in her arms and sniffing near her butt. “Ugh. She’s done a poo.”
“Has she?” Quill says innocently, winking at me this time.
“Quillentine Owen. It’s about time you changed your daughter’s diaper.”
Quill scrunches up his face. “No way in hell I’m changing that. Baby, you know how I get all sick and shit.”
Jasmine walks closer to Quill. “You mean the bad-boy biker can’t stand the smell of baby poop?”
Quill places his palms up. “Hey, no man I know can stand the smell of that. Hey, Trigger, you wanna change Rose’s diaper?”
I narrow my eyes, “Yeah… nah, I’ll give that a pass, man,” I say, ignoring Jasmine’s evil look.
“Well, I’m going to change baby Rose. Trigger?” Jasmine says, looking over at me. “When are you leaving?”
I glance at my watch; it’s later than I thought. “In about five.”
“Well, I’ll say bye now, then.” She walks up to me, kisses me on my cheek, and with one hand hugs me. “Take care, Trigger, and be safe,” she whispers in my ear. “Come back to us soon.”
I pull back and smile. I nod. “Will do.”
Just as she turns to leave the room, I feel an ache form in the pit of my stomach. I already miss her. I should be worried that she might tell Quill I kissed her, but I know she won’t. She wouldn’t want to cause trouble between us, even though I feel like a piece of shit.
What the fuck have I done?”