Chapter 3
A few weeks have passed now, and both Sebastian and Sabrina are back at home with Chris, Taissa, and Emma, and so far, Sabrina has settled in okay. Or as okay as a newborn baby can settle into a new environment. She’s also been a rather quiet baby. Though all the diaper changes, Chris swears both Taissa and Emma never went through as many as Sabrina when they were her age.
“Chris.” Sebastian sighs, stretched out on the couch, with Sabrina on top of him. “It's your turn to change her now.” He says, sitting up slowly with Sabrina.
Chris looks over his shoulder at Sebastian from where he sits on the floor entertaining Taissa and Emma. “But I'm busy with Tai and Em.” He says. “Can't you change her?”
Sebastian frowns at that. “Chris, you've gotten out of changing Sabrina's diaper for two days now. It's your turn to change her diaper.” He says. “This is a team effort, remember?”
At that, Chris sighs. Sebastian is right, looking after Sabrina is a team effort between the pair of them, just as it was, and still is, with looking after Taissa and Emma. But that doesn't make Chris hate changing dirty diapers any less.
“But, mommy! Daddy's playing a game with us!” Taissa whines, before jumping onto Chris, trying to make him stay on the floor.
Both Chris and Sebastian would be lying if they were to say that Taissa and Emma seem to look and act as though they're being left out these past few days. Fortunately though, something that both Taissa and Emma are currently unaware of, is that next weekend, Chris is going to be taking them out to some animal farm for the day. Sebastian isn't sure if he and Sabrina are going to be going with them or not just yet, as he's not quite sure how Sabrina would cope as such, even if she is a rather quiet newborn. And it might be a little early to take her out to begin with.
“Girls, it's daddy's turn to change Sabrina's diaper.” Sebastian says. “How about I play the game with you for awhile just till daddy is finished changing Sabrina?” He suggests. "That sounds like it would be fun, wouldn't it?"
But, the look on Taissa and Emma's faces at that suggestion, isn't one that Sebastian was expecting. Nor does it make him feel that great. It doesn't help that his hormones are still a mess right now either.
“No! We just want daddy to play with us, while you look after the baby.” Taissa says, while Emma nods in agreement.
Chris seems to notice this, and he carefully moves Taissa off of him, and gets up. “Girls, I'll be back soon.” He says, before walking over to Sebastian, and gently taking Sabrina from him. “I've got to go change Sabrina's dirty diaper. Mommy can't just do it himself.”
Sebastian smiles gratefully at Chris, thankful that he's now decided to change Sabrina's diaper, since it is his turn to change it now anyway. Looking down at Taissa and Emma, as they sit on the floor looking on after Chris, Sebastian sighs, before moving onto the floor next to them.
“So, what are you both playing?” He asks, looking around at all the My Little Ponies laying round on the floor in front of them.
“Daddy meant to play ponies with us.” Emma says, pouting, as she grabs one of the ponies off the floor. Sebastian isn't entirely sure what pony it is, though he thinks it might've been Fluttershy, judging by the yellow and pink, but he's not one hundred percent sure if it is or not.
“Well, while you wait for daddy to get back, I can play ponies with you both.” Sebastian suggests. “Then once he gets back, he can go back to playing ponies with you both, how about that?”
“But daddy is more fun playing ponies with.” Taissa says. “He can play them better than you can, mommy.”
Well, at least she's honest. Sebastian thinks at that. He won't admit it to them, but what she said actually hurt a little. Though, she's probably right, Chris did have siblings that he got to play games with when he was younger, while Sebastian didn't. It didn't help that he didn't exactly have that many friends growing up either. But he still wasn't really expecting Taissa to actually say that, even though it is probably kind of true in a way. Chris is usually the one that the girls get to play games like this with most of the time.
“How about you both show me how to play?” Sebastian asks. “That way, we all can play with the ponies together.”
The girls seem to think about it for a bit, before deciding. “Okay, mommy.” Taissa says, before grabbing one of the ponies that is probably a little bit too pink for Sebastian's liking, but he’s not going to admit that to her. “You can use Pinkie Pie.”
Of course the overly pink pony is called Pinkie Pie....
“Okay, so now what?” Sebastian asks, before the girls begin teaching him how to play, and telling him each of the pony’s names are.
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“Now, why do you have to go through so many diapers?” Chris asks, as he sets Sabrina down on the changing table in her nursery. “I swear your big sisters didn’t go through as much as you have already.”
All Sabrina does, as coo up at Chris, as he starts changing her, though because of the smell, Chris has to stand back for a few seconds. This definitely isn’t Chris’s favorite part of being a father, everything else about it he loves, but changing diapers? That part, he definitely doesn’t like.
“You know, I blame this on you being an alpha.” Chris says. “Would that explain why?” He asks her, not exactly expecting an answer, as Sabrina is only a couple weeks old, and hardly knows what everyone is even saying.
Either way though, at least it seems as though she’s actually listening to him, despite not knowing what he’s even saying. Chris thinks she just likes hearing his voice. Which is good enough for him.
“There.” Chris says, once he’s finally finished changing Sabrina’s diaper. “All clean. That feel better, Sabby?” He asks, as he picks her up in his arms carefully. All Sabrina does though, is make small baby noises at him, and dribble on his shirt a little. “Let’s go see what your mommy and big sisters are doing, shall we?”
Chris then turns to walk out of the room, Sabrina securely in his arms, and walks out of the room. But, before he walks out of the room, he turns around, glancing back into the room and crinkling his nose a little. “We might need to spray some deodorant in here later.” He says, before continuing off out of the room and down stairs into the living room.
Walking into the living room, Chris finds Sebastian sitting on the floor with Taissa and Emma playing with the My Little Ponies, and it looks as though the girls are teaching Sebastian how to play with the ponies and teaching him their names. At least it seems that the girls are wanting their mother to play with them now, unlike how they didn’t so much want him to play with them before.
“The girls teaching you how to play with the ponies?” Chris asks, walking over to them, and carefully handing Sabrina over to Sebastian.
“Yeah.” Sebastian nods, setting the pony that he was playing with on the floor, before taking Sabrina from Chris. “And telling me all their names, as I hardly know any of the characters names.” He adds. “Emma, can you grab Sabrina’s cat toy off the couch?”
Emma gets up off the floor, and grabs the black cat baby toy off the couch, before handing it to Sebastian, who waves it in front of Sabrina, trying to get her interested in the toy.
While Sebastian does that, Chris quickly tells the girls that he’s just gonna go wash his hands and get something to drink, before coming back to finish playing ponies with them.
Though, before Chris can even walk through the kitchen door way, he’s met by a rather pissed off looking ginger cat, or at least Chris thinks he looks pissed off. Muffy....
“Sebastian?” Chris calls over his shoulder. “Have you fed your cat?”
“I think so?” Sebastian calls back. “Why?”
“Well, he’s sitting in the middle of the kitchen doorway looking pissed off as usual, and he’s not letting me pass.” He says. “Are you sure you’ve fed him?”
“Just, give him a bowl of milk or something.” Sebastian says. “Or, refill his bowl of biscuits if it’s empty.”
“That’s if he’ll let me into the kitchen first.” Chris mutters, before slowly walking around the cat, who meows up at him impatiently, before running over to the fridge. “Okay, so you’re hungry, you little shit?”
Muffy just meows up at him again, before walking up to him, and walking between his legs, and just simply being a little nuisance to Chris, as he makes his way over to the sink to wash his hands.
Honestly, Chris feels as though he and the cat are almost at war with each other, and Chris is sure that Muffy is plotting to kill him. And it’s only a matter of time before he actually does kill him.
And that is why Chris would prefer to have a dog, despite it not being such a good time to get one right now. Also, he doesn’t really know if Sebastian even wants a dog around the house just yet, considering the fact that he stays at home instead of going to work during the week, and Chris isn’t sure if Sebastian would want to look after a dog by himself during the week just yet.
“Alright, alright.” Chris sighs, as Muffy continues to meow up at him, before jumping up onto the bench. “Just wait a minute, will you?” He asks, before looking down over at the cat bowl that was currently half full of biscuits. “Look, you’ve already got food in your bowl. Now get off the bench, you’re getting your fur everywhere.”
Muffy just meows at him in response, sitting down and not listening when Chris told him to get off. He glares at Chris - or what looks to be glaring - as he wraps his tail over his front paws. Chris swears that this cat is going to kill him eventually....
“Okay, you want some milk then?” Chris asks, to which Muffy meows at him, standing up, and walking across the bench and sitting down near the fridge. “Alright then.” Chris sighs. “Now, get off the bench.”
But as Muffy stays sitting on the bench staring at him, not lifting a paw to jump down, Chris sighs, before walking over to him, and attempting to pick him up. But all that does, is cause Muffy to hiss at him, and swipe a paw at him.
“And Sebastian says that you’re not trying to kill me.” Chris says, standing back a little out of the way of Muffy’s paw. “But you’ve got to get off there, boy.”
Sighing, Chris opens the fridge, grabbing out the bottle of milk, which causes Muffy to jump off the bench, landing on the floor with a not so graceful thud, and run over to where his bowl is sitting on the floor. Where he's then meowing up at Chris impatiently to get him to hurry up and pour some milk into the empty bowl next to the one that’s already got the cat biscuits in.
“You’re trouble, you know that, cat?” Chris asks, as he pours some milk into the bowl for Muffy. Which earns a purr in response, after Muffy’s knocking his arm away from his bowl with his head. “What, are you trying to make me spill it?” Chris asks, standing back up, and screwing the lid back onto the bottle of milk, thankful that Muffy didn’t cause him to spill any milk onto the floor. “You know Sebastian will have a fit if any milk gets spilt onto the floor.”
Placing the milk back into the fridge, Chris gets out the bottle of orange juice, and pours himself a glass, before getting out three more cups for Sebastian, Taissa, and Emma. He’s sure that they’ll be wanting a drink right now, so he might as well pour one for them also. The only problem is, he can’t exactly carry four cups into the living room by himself. He’ll never hear the end of it from Sebastian if he drops one of the cups and spills orange juice everywhere.
“Taissa, Emma!” Chris calls, walking over to the kitchen doorway. “Come and get your orange juice.” He says. “I can’t carry it all into the living room by myself.”
Taissa and Emma come running into the kitchen soon after that, and Chris hands them their cups, before they both go back into the living room to go sit down.
“Don’t spill it!” Chris calls after them. “You’re mother will have a fit if you spill any on the floor.”
Chris walks into the living room after them with a glass each for himself and Sebastian once he’s put the bottle back in the fridge, and he’s glad to find that Taissa and Emma haven’t spilt any juice on the floor, yet.
“Here.” Chris says, walking over to Sebastian’s side and handing him one of the glasses, as he sits on the couch feeding Sabrina.
“Thanks.” Sebastian says, taking the glass from Chris, and taking a sip, before setting it down on the table.
“Sebastian, I swear your cat is trying to kill me.” Chris says, sitting down on the couch next to him. "That ginger furball is out to get me."
Sebastian laughs a little at that. “Chris, don’t be silly.” He says. “Muffy’s not trying to kill you. He’s just a big fat grump.”
“Sebastian, you haven’t seen what your cat is like around me when you’re not in the same room as us.” Chris says. “Muffy is trying to kill me, and I know it.”
Sebastian laughs, shaking his head. “I’ll believe it when I see it, Chris.” He says.
Chris simply shakes his head at that, before looking over at the table in the corner of the room, where Muffy has just jumped up onto, and is staring at him. That cat is plotting to kill him, Chris just knows he is. Sebastian’s cat is evil, and Sebastian just can’t seem to see it.
Oh, how Chris wishes that they had a dog....