Diaper Change

For the next hours the four men sat in Jon’s dressing room and played with the little girl. Isabella was passed around during that time. Everybody wanted to hold her for a while and they all remembered how it was when their kids were still that small.

Even though Isabella was relaxed when sitting with Jon, David and Richie, you could see she preferred being with Tico. She would snuggle closer to him, lean her head against his shoulder and listen attentive when he was talking Spanish.

“Uhm,…do you smell that?” David asked suddenly and lifted Isabella from his lap.

“Whew! Jesus!” he said and grimaced when smelling at the girl’s rear end. “It’s definitely not my turn. It’s been way too long since I did it. I’m out of practice.” He put Isabella carefully on Jon’s lap.

“Why me? Hector is younger than Romeo. I’m pretty sure Tico had to do it a little longer than me.” His friend protested.

“For your information, I can’t stand that smell, makes me through up, I never changed Hector’s diapers.” The drummer got to his feet before Jon could hand him the little girl.

“Oh, for God’s sake. You are such babies. Give me the little angel!” Richie demand and took Isabella from Jon.

“They are sooooo stupid, right princess. Come here, let’s get you changed.” He lay her down on the blanket, which Tico already spread out on the couch and started to undress her.

Carefully he peeled her out of her diaper, while talking constantly with her. “Oh, you did really well, didn’t you …you little stinker.”

Isabella squealed and gave him a little smile, as if she wanted to say: Damn right, I did.

“Here David, take this out.” Rich handed him the diaper.

“Oh, damn…” the keyboard player cursed and held the diapers as far away as possible from himself.

“Watch out! Stink bomb!” he announced loudly, while walking down the hallway.

“Such a stupid guy, right princess? Such a stupid guy.” Richie told the little girl, who gave him a big smile.

“So, now we get you all clean….see,… yes that’s better, right….” Jon and Tico watched Richie amused.

“So, princess and now the new diaper…swoop….under your little butt…..let’s see, do we have some powder or maybe creme here….oh, look we have, Lisa thought about that too….” He showed her the two items before using them.

“….ah, that feels good, right princess…now, we close the diaper here and here….and ….ta-tah…a not stinky Isabella!” he picked her up into his arms.

Jon and Tico laughed. “Well, I have to say…for not doing it over…what 13 years, you did pretty damn good.” Jon admitted.

“I’m a natural!” Rich told him grinning.

“Seems so, can I have my little girl back now?” Tico asked and reached for Isabella, who tried to get to him immediately.

“Your little girl?” Jon asked surprised.

“Uhm…yeah.” His drummer only answered and blushed a little.

He adored his son, everybody knew that, but there was something about a baby girl and especially about Isabella. Deep inside of him a little voice told him to keep her and make sure she would have everything she ever needed in her life, but he knew of course it wasn’t possible. Her father would want her back and he probably extremely relieved that she didn’t get hurt, during her little adventure.

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