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Chapt. 46
She prayed for Ace to be wrong. She didn't properly know how to change a diaper without creating a mess.
Bethany was now crying at the top of her tiny lungs when Louisa gave the milk a try. When the little girl whipped her head away from the bottle, Louisa embraced her fate.
Service will soon be over after all, in case she rubbed shit on her no one will notice."Need help?"
"No," she snapped without looking who.
"But you're taking that diaper out the wrong way. You'll get stained in that way."
"So?"
Mason held both her hands, "let me do it," with care, he removed Bethany's wasted diaper, "do you have wipes with you?" Louisa searched in the maternity bag and gave him the baby's wipes.
"I used to do this to Louis most of the time. Any Vaseline or diaper cream?"Louisa gave him a diaper cream.
"It was the only moment I could spend some quality time with him," he played with Bethany's cheeks causing her to giggle. "A
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