The Colorado Kid

Sebastian sighed and took the diaper. “As life gets ever more complicated.” Then he made his tone bright. “Look, Elizabeth! Fleafarm picked up your diaper. The diaper we are going to use to cover your cute little tush. This very diaper. Absolutely. This one.” He shoved it into the middle of the table and grabbed the new one Matty slipped quietly to him.

About that time Elizabeth started kicking and cooing again. “Damn, how does anybody do this all by themselves?”

“I seem to remember my sister had a strap on her changing table. And a mobile hanging over it, to distract the kid. Let me see if I can help keep her occupied.” Matty moved around him, leaned down toward the baby and spoke in a low voice. “Now, Elizabeth, if you’ll stay very, very quiet, I’ll tell you a deep, dark secret. Something not very many people know. But you have to promise never, ever to breathe a word of this to anyone. Promise?”

Sebastian hadn’t ever heard Matty use that tone of voice. It sounded almost seductive, like the sort of tone a woman might use during lovemaking. He wondered if that’s the way Matty sounded when she—

“Sebastian?” She glanced up at him. “I’m trying to hypnotize this kid, not you. Get busy.”

“Oh. Yeah. Right.” He snatched up the diaper. “I’m on it.”

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