Page 42 of War

Roam and Rascal had reported a couple more incidents of things being off at the tattoo shop and Scoop had ordered the equipment and would install it as soon as it came in.

Remi had planned a night with her sisters tonight. It was the first time in the last two weeks he wouldn’t be sleeping by her. He was going to use the time to check on his brothers. The stress of the last two weeks was taking its toll.

As he pushed the door open into the main room, a stench worse than anything he’d smelled on the force assaulted his nostrils. Baron, Rascal and Locks were playing cards. Casper and Georgia were playing on the floor beside them.

“What the hell is that smell and why haven’t you fixed it?”

Baron chuckled and hi-fived Noah. “Son, that is your niece and she’s ready for you to change her diaper.”

“Why the heck would I have to change her diaper? Aren’t you guys in charge of her?”

“Yes, but she tried new vegetables yesterday. Her body is not liking them. We’ve each changed her once already.”

“What does that have to do with that smell?” He shook his head because he knew this wasn’t going to end well for him.

“As long as she wasn’t unhappy, we were ignoring it. Whoever mentioned it first had to change her. Winner, winner, War.”

He wanted to smack the smile off his father’s face, but he wasn’t letting sweet little Georgia sit in her smelly poop. The whole room reeked. He shook his head and walked over, picking up his niece.

“I don’t know what vegetables they gave you, kid, but you should stay away from them.”

Taking her in the nursery his mom had added to the clubhouse, he popped the snaps on her onesie. Tugging it up, he blinked his eyes as they started to water.

“Man, Georgia, we’ve got to get you smelling better. Little girls should be sunshine and roses. Right now, you smell like you rolled in cow poop.”

He tugged his t-shirt above his nose to try to stem the smell. Pulling the tabs on her diaper, he almost yelled for his mom. Yellow-orange poop wasn’t only on her butt. It had filled the diaper. He gagged a little and grabbed the wipes.

“I love you, Georgie girl, but we’re getting you on a better diet.”

She smiled at him as he cleaned her up. Despite how bad she smelled, he could see a little girl just like her only with Remington’s beautiful brown eyes. Georgia’s little hand smacked his arm as he finished the diaper.

“Yep, sweetie pie. I think Remi and I need to make sure you have some cousins to play with.”

He grabbed another outfit. As bad as she smelled, he couldn’t imagine her outfit didn’t stink, too. He pulled a cute outfit with ruffles on the butt and wrestled her into it. Every time he came close to getting her arm through, she moved. When he finished, he put her on the floor while he disposed of the diaper and washed his hands, keeping one eye on her. She was starting to crawl, and he knew how fast she could move.

Picking her up, he walked back out. The room still smelled, and the originals were still playing cards. He almost wondered if the vegetables had bothered Casper, too, but he wasn’t saying a word.

Although they weren’t changing the diapers, he couldn’t think of any better men for his kids to be raised around than Baron, Rascal and Locks.

He’d been all gung-ho after Remington had been hurt to immediately get her a property cut and propose but the further out from the fire, the more he realized it was his fear speaking. Remington was it for him and he wasn’t cheating her out of anything, including the perfect road to marriage.

The best decision he’d made was coming back to Bluff Creek Brotherhood and his family. He’d found a woman who was more than he could imagine. Now, he had to figure out who wanted to hurt them and how to stop them.

Roam walked in and paused, rearing back at the smell.

“Please tell me that’s one of you old guys and not my kid that nuked the room.”

Grant walked in with a clothespin on his nose. “Daddy lost. You got to change Casper’s poopy diaper. It’s really stinking up the room.”

War smiled and held his hand out to Grant. “Why don’t you and I walk with your sister out to the swing set? It should smell better out there.”

Oh yeah, he could totally do this kid thing—poopy diapers and all.

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