Aimee lifted her eyebrows and rolled her eyes. “It’s a baby. What’s the worst thing she can do to you?”
“Puke, cry, fuss. It could poop and need changing and then it will watch me and judge me as I deal with the nappy and put the fresh one on backwards. Babies are the spawn of the devil.” She emphasised these words with a wary eye on the gurgling thing with snot all down its pink shirt. “No, actually it’s more what I will do to it, rather than the opposite.”
“Her. She is a human being.”
“Face it Aimee, you do not want me anywhere near that kid. Not until it is old enough to feed itself, clean its own arse and deal with its issues through men,” Perry counted off on her fingers.
Aimee glared at her. “My daughter is not going to be a slut when she grows up.”
“Like mother, like daughter.”
“Shut up. I really do not want to talk about that.”
“Good, I don’t want to talk about that,” and for the second time since being asked to hold the squirming child, Perry pointed at it accusingly.
On a sigh Aimee hissed, “You are being irrational.”
“Some people have irrational fears of balloons,” she looked pointedly at her friend, “or spiders, even being disconnected from their mobile phone service providers for overdue bills.”
“Just shut up and take her.” Aimee thrust the child who began to squeal into Perry’s unwilling arms. “I’ve seen you with kids before. They love you. A baby is not much different.”
“But it is already screeching. And it smells.” She wrinkled her nose at it. “I won’t get pregnant if I touch it right?”
Without dignifying her idiocy with an answer, Aimee turned on her heel and walked away. Not that far down the hall, one of the doors opened and Aimee was tugged in. Giggling as she went willingly.
“The honeymoon should have worn off months ago. It’s the sex craze that created this thing.” She looked down at her suddenly quiet charge.
The baby girl smiled and reached a hand up.
“Thank you for shutting up brat. But really you are not my preferred company,” even as she said that a small smile creep up, all on its own. ‘I guess she isn’t so bad. She is fairly light and nice and warm.’