“Oh no,” I said. “Oh, no, oh fuck no.” The baby’s vomit was everywhere, the way only babies could projectile vomit. It brought back memories of long nights with Clara back when she was a baby still, though the smell wouldn’t let my mind stray too far off my current situation. Kiara had told me where all the cleaning supplies were, but with a screaming baby and increasingly more back aches it was kind of difficult to deal with the situation. I took a calming breath, nearly joined in on the vomiting, and took the baby’s vomit soaked romper off. It took some time, but eventually we got over the whole puking incident. When Kiara had mentioned that she was struggling to find a proper babysitter, she hadn’t even considered asking me. I understood that of co
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