Hello all! I am sorry to keep you waiting. My sweet little peanut caught the nasty coo that seems to be going around our neighborhood. Needless to say, I've been pretty busy.
I hope you all enjoy this!
As soon as I entered the supermarket doors, I should have known that this little excursion was going to be just difficult as staying home with the screaming baby. I absolutely hated shopping. Normally if we needed anything for the penthouse, we would send Emmett. If he was away working, then Alice and Bella stepped in. Well, Bella used to anyway…
I paced the front of the store, looking at the signs that hung above each aisle. As soon as I found the baby section, I took a deep breath to prepare myself for the hell I was about to endure.
I walked past everything from diapers, to little jars of baby food, and then some weird color-coated cans. Then there was a section with bottles, some weird nippley thing that I've seen plenty of kids on the street sucking on, bibs, and different types of baby medicine.
Starting at the bottles, I picked up one package and examined it. On the back, all of the "advantages" of using that particular bottle were listed. That one seemed good, until I picked up another box that also listed all the reasons why parents should buy that brand. Every single bottle I picked up had a detailed description of its mechanics on the box. Wasn't the thing just used to drink milk from? What the fuck is DHA, and why is it free?
Sighing, I glanced over the left and saw an empty, abandoned cart. Snagging it quickly, I threw one package of all the different bottles in it, since I had no fucking clue of which one to get.
"Is this your first baby?" a nasally voice asked from behind me. Turning around quickly, I noticed that whoever this chick was, she must have worked here. Or she just liked wearing a red vest and name tag. It is New York, so who knows?
"Um, kinda," I mumbled, unsure as to how to answer that question. "What are those can things?" I asked, pointing to the color-coated cans. If there was that many of them, than I'm assuming they were important?
God, this fucking sucks. I hate my life.
"Formula," she sneered, narrowing her ugly little eyes at me. "What do you plan on using the bottles for, Mountain Dew? Babies drink formula, if they are not breastfed."
Ewww. I do not want to even think about that!
"Uh, which one is good?" I asked pathetically. I hated not knowing what I was doing.
"It just depends on how old the baby is, and what its body can handle. All babies are all different. You just have to try some, and see which ones work the best. Does your baby have any allergies?"
"I don't think so. How do I know what it can or cannot handle?" I asked, really needing to Google Babies for Dummies or some shit like that. This was getting ridiculous.
"You'll know," she smiled before walking away for assist another customer.
What the fuck kind of answer was that? Are you kidding me right now?
Quickly growing frustrated, I threw several different cans into the cart. I then moved on to the boxes of diapers. As I glanced at the prices, I winced. Why the fuck would something a kid pisses and shits in be so expensive? Emmett is so paying me back the second he gets home.
Since apparently, you have to know how much your kid weighs to buy the right size, I quickly pulled my phone out and dialed Jasper's phone. He's held her, so he should know how much she weighs, right?
"Hey, you've reached Jasper's pho…"
"Shit", I mumbled, before hanging up and sticking my phone deep into my pocket.
Since this was Emmett's fucking problem, and I was shoving this receipt in his ugly face as soon as I see him, I threw one box of each size in the cart. He could deal with it.
I quickly pushed my way over to the register, and tried to ignore the weird look that the old lady in front of me was currently giving me.
"What?" I finally asked.
"This is your first baby," she commented with a smile, looking over the items I had placed on the counter.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I whined, growing more and more paranoid by the second.
"Because you seem a little lost," she chuckled just as the cashier handed her her receipt and her bag. "Relax son," she soothed, "You'll be okay," she added before walking off.
Okay? Who is not going to be okay is Emmett after I get my hands on him…
This is short, but I want to stop it here therefore the next chapter meshes better. I will start writing it tonight. I need to get through the first day or so with E and J dealing with the baby on their own, before I bring in B and A in to help them!