Wack Wack, I'm going to Crack
About 1 week later
Peter’s POV
I carefully lay flowers around Jason as he sat on a cloth that we were using as a backdrop to take some cute baby photos. Today is his fifth month birthday today and though these past 5 months have been hectic, they’ve gone by so fast and I wanted to capture every moment of his growth on camera so I could always look back on them.
“I almost got the watermelon carved out.” Wade tells me as he shoves another spoonful of watermelon into his mouth. “He's gonna look so cute sitting inside of it.” He says through a mouth full of watermelon.
“You know you could have just scooped it into a bowl right?” I asked him and moved to where I had my camera set up on the tripod. I would take other angles later but for now having it on the tripod was just easier.
“Yeah but it’s good so I’m going to eat it all, even if it kills me. I’ll be fine, just dead after my stomach bursts, but then fine after.” Wade tells me as he ate more of the watermelon out of the almost empty half of a watermelon which he insisted on using during the shoot.
“I’m starting to think that you just wanted to eat half a watermelon by yourself.” I told him and waved one of Jason’s toys above the camera to try and get his attention from looking at all the stuff around him but it wasn’t exactly working, this is why I’m not a children’s photographer. I just take pictures of him grabbing at the flowers around him.
“...” Wade was silent for a moment before nodding to himself, which I assume meant he was listening to the voices, or boxes as he calls them, in his head. “It is possible but there is nothing you can do to prove that. We can burn the evidence.” He finished the watermelon and moved to pat the inside down with some paper towel.
“The evidence being your stomach?” I asked and moved back over to Jason and picked him up so Wade could put the watermelon rind down. “I know you can regrow anything but lets not set that on fire.” Sometimes it was hard to tell when Wade was joking or not so I try to deter decisions like these before the joke turns real, just in case.
Wade moves over and sets down the watermelon rind. “You’re just no fun sometimes.” He joked… hopefully.
[Probably not a good idea]
It would be fine, sure he might get a little sticky but we could always just wash him off.
“Listen, no arson to yourself, that should be like a huge rule.” I placed Jackson back down in the watermelon and shifted it slightly so that it was facing a better direction, this watermelon that Wade picked out was huge, insanely big. “I’m just shocked that your stomach didn’t burst while trying to eat it all.” That wasn’t calling him fat or anything, just a genuine shock give how big the watermelon is.
“Who said it didn’t?” Wade winked and patted his stomach.
“If your pain tolerance is that high you wouldn’t have cried about getting a paper cut yesterday.” I told him and moved back to the camera to take a lot of more photos of Jason. “Can you try to get his attention over here?”
Wade moved behind me with an arm around my waist before waving his hand at Jason. “That was a completely different situation, food pain is totally worth it.” He kissed my head “Hey buddy! Look what I got! Do you want this? Want your toy?” He made it look like the toy was hopping on the camera.
Jason looked up at the camera and reached out for the toy.
I continued to take some photos. “It sounds like you’re trying to get a dog’s attention but it’s working so keep going.”
“Uh, ruff ruff! It’s a dog, just kidding your stuffed animal is a duck! Quack quack quack!” Wade tries with the toy. “Quack for the toy Jason! Quack!”
Jason looked pretty confused.
“Say it buddy, Quack. Like, Wolverine is a Quack.” Wade tells him “Quack quack!”
Jason gives a pretty determined look before saying “Waac! Waac!” It wasn’t cries but his attempt to quack.
“Yeah you’re doing it buddy! Quack Quack!” Wade hugged me a little closer.
“Waac!” Jason clapped for himself “Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac!”
“Woah buddy that’s a lot of quacks you’re doing.” Wade chuckled while I continued taking photos of our happy child.
“Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac” Jason was really into it now and it didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon.
“I think that’s enough pictures for today.” I smiled and turned off the camera, putting the lens cover back on “I’ll get him washed off if you can start getting his lunch ready.”
“That I can definitely do.” Wade kisses my cheek before venturing off into the kitchen.
“Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac” Jason was still quacking.
“Yeah yeah come on Mr.Quacks a lot, lets get you clean.” I picked him up out of the watermelon and brought him upstairs to the bathroom.
((A/N: Idk if I made it clear in previous chapters or not but they live in an apartment building and their apartment just happens to have two floors to it, one with bedrooms and bath, the downstairs being a living space and kitching.))
“Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac!” Jason leaned into me and did a little gurgly giggle through his quacks.
“Yes yes quack quack.” I set him down on the toilet seat lid and kept a hand on him to brace him up while I get the water ready and the bath chair in the tub so I could really clean him without worrying about holding him up so he wouldn't drown.
“Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac Waac!” Jason squealed happily.
Okay that was starting to get old rather fast. “Yeah buddy, quack quack, ducks quack.” I turn back to him and get him undressed and into the tub chair as the water that was a good temperature started filling the bath, it wasn’t anything crazy high but enough that Jason could play with it if he wanted to. “What about this? Can you tell me the noise a shark makes?” I hand him his toy shark to attempt to distract him from continuous quacking.
Jason grabbed at the toy and started quacking at the toy now instead of me, which was still pretty annoying, but cute, but my head is starting to pound so yes annoying.
“Yeah Quack..” I grab the baby soap and turn off the tub so that the water would stop filling it up as it was up to Jason’s stomach so it was good enough for the little one to play with. I grabbed his rag and wet it with the water, pouring a little bit of soap onto it before gently starting to wash him off.
Jason was content and stayed pretty calm while I bathed him, quacking and playing with his shark, or rather trying to fit it into his mouth, he couldn’t though so it was fine. It wasn’t until I got to his legs that he had any issues, he lets out a little whine of discomfort.
“What’s wrong Jay?” I went to move the cloth on the back of his leg but Jason lets out another whine. I put the cloth down on the edge of the tub before lifting his legs up to try and see if there was something on his leg like a scratch or cut that was bothering him. “Oh geez, that’s not too good now is it…” I tsked and gently put his leg back down. “It’s okay. We should have something for that.” It looked like there was a bit of a rash on his leg, or hives? He wasn’t quite sure but when they were all done here he’d schedule an appointment with their pediatrician, hopefully for tomorrow, no hopefully in like 2 minutes cause this isn’t okay. “We’re almost done, don’t worry.” What could he have gotten a rash from? Was it his clothes? Maybe the flowers? Something he ate? Just don’t freak out, stay calm, cause…. SHIT I’M FREAKING OUT HERE!