Chapter 47: You're… Red
Reese
“No, Reese! Don’t pull it too hard!” Savannah laughed, half-screaming as she watched me struggle. “Gently. Just pull them apart gently, or you’re going to rip the whole thing off. Again.”
I let out a long, dramatic huff—the millionth one of the day. This had officially become the worst idea I’d ever had out of the so-called “goodness of my heart.”
It had all started innocently enough. Savannah had been baking cupcakes nonstop since morning with Lizzie, filling the entire house with the warm, sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate.
Miles had decided that was the perfect time to ruin his diaper in spectacular fashion. Being the helpful, goody-two-shoes uncle that I apparently was, I’d volunteered to handle bath time and a fresh diaper change.
Big mistake.
