Page 43 of Mated To The King's Gamma
“You change him,” he tries again.
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“I outrank you,” Damian growls.
I take another slow sip of coffee. “And yet, you’re the one holding the poopy baby.”
Damian lets out a low, feral growl before reluctantly marching toward the bed and setting Hunter down. He hesitates, eyes scanning the child like he’s mentally assembling a battle plan.
I watch, thoroughly entertained, as he undoes the tiny pants, moving like a bomb squad disarming an explosive.
“You know what you’re doing?” I ask casually.
“How hard can it be?” Damian mutters.
Famous last words.
The moment he pulls back the diaper, chaos erupts, and he gags, and I’m pretty sure he threw up a little and swallowed it.
“What the actual fuck?!” Damian shouts, rearing back as if he’s just uncovered a demon’s curse in that diaper.
I burst out laughing. “Oh, that’s a bad one.”
“It’s… how does something so small produce this much… this texture?!” Damian shouts, visibly horrified. “And why is it yellow!” he retches.
Hunter coos, absolutely unbothered by the catastrophe in his diaper.
Damian stares at it. Then at Hunter. Then back at the diaper. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
I cross my arms, leaning against the dresser. “Well, first, you gotta wipe him.”
Damian glares at me. “With what? A fucking pressure washer?!”
Tears burn my eyes as I watch him frantically look around.
“The wipes, Damian. The wipes.” I gesture toward the pack on the nightstand.
He snatches them up and pulls one out. Then another. Then fifteen more.
“Dude, you don’t need that many!”
“I NEED THEM ALL,” he snarls, aggressively wiping Hunter while trying to breathe through his mouth.
Halfway through, Hunter kicks, sending the soiled diaper flying off the bed and onto the floor.
Damian makes a noise I have never heard from a grown man before. It’s part rage, part panic, part trauma.
“Fucking hell,” he growls, grabbing another wipe and double-gloving his hands like he’s about to perform surgery when the kid springs a leak, a yellow fountain shoots up into the air and Damian rears back as his shirt is sprayed with pee. He growls.
“You clearly haven’t changed a diaper, gotta keep the fire hose covered!”
“I’ve changed his diaper before, I just never changed a…”
“A shitty one?” I offer. He glares at me, tossing a baby wipe over the boy so he isn’t sprayed again.
“You owe me for this,” Damian grits out, pointing at the boy who is happily eating his fist. Damian finally gets Hunter into a clean diaper.
“Yeah, yeah. You’ll get a medal,” I tease. “The Kingdom’s first Beta to survive a diaper change.”
