“Okay…” I rummage through the diaper bag. Diaper, check. Wipes, check. Chew toy to keep Henry occupied, check.
“Do you know howda change a diaper?”
“Umm…not really.” I look at Emma and shake my head. “I did it in a movie once, but I had a magic wand, so all I had to do was flick my wrist and poof the diaper was clean.”
Emma gasps and gazes at me in wonder. “Are you a wizard? Jack wikes wizards.”
“I like Harry Potter,” Jack mumbles. “And she’s not a wizard.”
“She could be,” Emma says. “You don’t know.”
“I’m not a wizard. I played a teenage witch in a movie. That was a long, long time ago. But how hard can it be to change a diaper?”
As carefully as possible, I open the tabs, pull the front down, and oh yeah, this baby is full.
“Holy cow, Henry, what did you have to eat today?”
His only reply is a series of spit bubbles and baby babble, but Emma thinks I
’m funny. I’m three wet wipes in to cleaning up the mess when Henry starts peeing.
“Oh, God.” I scramble, reach in the diaper bag, grab the first thing my hand touches, and hold it over his penis. Henry smiles at me as he empties his bladder while Emma rolls on the floor in a fit of laughter.
Even Jack laughs, but I don’t dare look at him. I just finish cleaning Henry up, change his onesie, because it’s now urine-soaked, and stand the little man up in his pack-n-play.
“There. That wasn’t so bad,” I say, proudly giving Emma a high-five before I bend down to wipe the pee off the floor. “Good thing your dad’s floors are concrete and not carpet.”
“You’re hired.”
I look over my shoulder, directly into Grayson’s amused stare. He lifts a brow, and that’s when I realize I’m hunched over with my ass in the air.
I quickly stand, knocking my shoulder on the side of his desk. “Shit.”
“Oooh.” Emma looks at me and shakes her head. “You said a bad word. Jack gets in twouble for sayin’ dat word.”
Grayson rushes to my side. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to startle you.”
I can’t think, let alone answer him, because his hands are on me, manipulating my shoulder, and all I can think about is how warm they are and the calluses on his palm and—
“Nora.”
“Huh?”
He smiles. “I said you have a small cut, but I don’t think it needs stitches. Emma, will you grab a Band-Aid out of the front pocket of the diaper bag for me?”
She’s happy to help and hands her dad a My Little Pony Band-Aid. When Grayson has it secure, he takes a step back to inspect his handiwork, and I’m finally able to breathe again.
“You should’ve been a doctor.”
“Trust me, this is as far as my healing capabilities extend.”
“I doubt that.” I’d bet my diamond-studded microphone that his kiss could heal lots of my aches.
“Thank you.”
I furrow my brow. “Shouldn’t I be thanking you?”
“I meant for changing Henry’s diaper.”