"Noah, I think I broke the baby," a tired Cody whimpered. His eyes were bloodshot from getting little sleep. He was too concerned about Michael, and he watched his chubby face as he dreamed about whatever a baby dreams of. Cody didn't mind it then, but thinking back, it was quite a dumb move. Now he was sleep-deprived and trying to calm down a cranky child. That was one of the worse combinations of things that Cody himself experienced.

"How do you break a baby?" Noah questioned, leaning in the doorway. His hair had managed to survive the night, and it still maintained its lusciousness. He sighed, looking a little worried. It didn't seem like Cody knew how to handle a child.

"I don't know, but he won't be quiet, and it's scaring me, and…" Cody's teal eyes widened as a stench overwhelmed his nostrils. "Oh, geez! What is that smell?"

"The smell of fresh baby odor, my dear," the other retorted. "He needs a new diaper, and I'm guessing he needs another bottle. Why don't you change him while I get the bottle? The more multi-tasking, the better for Michael."

Cody shook his head. "No more baby stink for me. Here." Cody quickly handed the baby to Noah, then ran to the bathroom. Behind the door, there was a muffled gagging sound being produced.

Guess he can't handle the stink. That's kind of… Funny. Noah smirked to himself, then noticed something odd about Michael. As soon as Cody handed him the child, Michael stopped crying. As a matter of fact, he grinned a little and made eye contact with him. "Well, I guess I fixed you," he muttered.

Noah walked into the bedroom and set the child down on the bed. The diapers had to be somewhere around this room, considering Cody had him since… What was it, almost 24 whole hours? As he searched, he began talking to the child. "You know, we need a nickname for you. How does Mike sound?" The baby didn't seem to respond. "Ok, what about… Mikey?"

As if he agreed, the baby let out a joyful squeal. Noah looked at the bed. The sudden noise took him by surprise. "Mikey it is." The sarcastic father had grabbed a brand new diaper and a box of baby wipes. He couldn't help but chuckle about the reaction he had gotten from Mikey. "Ready to get your diaper changed, buddy?"

Mikey's big brown eyes once again made eye contact with Noah. It was as if he was in a trance when he stared at his new parent. "You know," Noah began, "You're an odd baby. I think you like me already, don't you…?" Noah unbuttoned his onesie and took it off. "There we go."

Cody stood silently in the doorway, watching the two interact. It was weird how Noah was so good with babies and children… But he detested most of his peers and adults. Cody should consider himself lucky, but… He was just happy and proud that this bundle of joy happened to them. It made them bond and become closer.

Noah was just about finished with cleaning up Mikey when it hit him like a river. "AHH!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "H-HELP! HE'S PEEING ON MEEEE!" Noah tried to protect his face, but the urine began wetting his sweater. He wouldn't admit that he wasn't used to changing a little boy's diaper; it was because of his sense of pride.

Thank goodness Cody had a little cousin. Thank goodness Cody came to the rescue… That is, came to the rescue to shield Noah with himself. The urine began staining his sweater as well, and Mikey laughed to his heart's content. This continued for about 15 seconds, even though it seemed more like a minute or two.

"Th-Thanks, gaps," he mumbled.

"Hey, I had to do something. Wait," he began to ask, "Was Mikey laughing at that?"

"This just furthermore proves my theory: all babies and children are evil," he sighed. "Whatever. I'm going to take a shower. Don't come in the bathroom." Noah crossed his arms in a sassy manner and walked out of the bedroom.

Mikey tilted his head and looked at Cody curiously.

"Yeah," Cody replied, "No one knows why he's that sassy."