#dadlogan3

You raised your eyes as you finally entered the room and found Logan knelt on the floor in front of your 8-month-old son about to endeavor on his first attempt at changing a baby’s nappy. You had near enough had a heart attack when he offered to do it so you could finish getting ready, had asked if he was sure multiple times before giving in and letting him get on with it as he began complaining about how late you were already running and that you were just wasting more time.

The last few months had been pretty rough on the both of you, a child hadn’t exactly been the plan but here you were having to deal with it. It had taken Logan a hell of a long time to get used to the idea of having to take care of another human when some days he failed at even being able to take care of himself. He still wasn’t keen on it and certainly wasn’t at all fond of being left alone with him.

He grinned over at you when he heard your footsteps on the wooden floor. He was looking pretty smug with himself that he had managed to not only remove the dirty nappy from the child without any issues or assistance, but he had also managed to wipe the child’s bottom clean too.

You did notice however that there was something he hadn’t done.

“Logan, sweetie, you might want to-”

It was too late.

You threw your hand over your mouth and tried to hide your amusement.

Logan jumped back in horror and disgust as his son began to pee, it hit him directly in the stomach christening his expensive white shirt.

He grabbed at a few wipes and threw them down at his son hoping to get one to land so that that it would stop him from pissing all over the floor now that Logan himself had moved out of the direct line of fire.

The infant happily lying on the floor of course found the whole thing hilarious and he giggled and gurgled away to himself happily as his dad frantically threw wipe after wipe at him. He caught hold of one in his hands and proceeded to hold it in the air above him and try and pull it apart with his bare hands.

The flow finally stopped, the wooden floor between the child and where Logan sat looking down at his ruined shirt was now a small lake of urine.

“Babe, I-” You started but Logan shot you a glare which shut you up quickly.

He grabbed the fresh nappy and packet of wipes from where they lay beside his son and rose to his feet.

He strode across the room quickly, not even giving the child a second glance, and shoved them against your chest.

He stood beside you for a brief second and looked down at you. You bit your lip and diverted your eyes to the floor sheepishly unable to stop the amused grin from forming on your lips.