Chapter 4 my boss in despair

infiltrate the air, making my nose twitch involuntarily. I immediately recognized the characteristic smell that indicated that the baby had soiled his diapers. "No! You're going to do it!" - I answered promptly, feeling a slight panic take over me. The idea of ​​changing diapers for the first time made me uncomfortable and nervous. It wasn't something I was prepared to deal with at that moment. - But I've never changed a diaper! - he said, in tears. - Me neither! And apparently he takes after you! It smells like the day the company's bathroom got clogged.

- Sofia! I already told you it wasn't me, I saw Michael coming out of there that day! - And that day I was the one who called the cleaning service, so you're the one who takes off the diaper today! CHAPTER 10 Lúcio We entered my apartment, and I could immediately notice the expression of admiration in Sofia's eyes as she observed the rooms with fascination. I really lived in a luxury apartment, on the top floor of the building, and she couldn't deny that. My apartment wasn't very big, but it was modern, elegant and impeccably decorated. The walls were adorned with carefully selected works of art, and the furniture was of refined design. The living room was spacious, with a comfortable sofa and a large window that provided a stunning view of the city. It wasn't common for me to bring women to my apartment. But she wasn't one of those women interested in my money or a fleeting night of fun. She was there for a noble reason, and that made me admire her deeply. I don't know what my situation would be like without Sofia's presence. While she was taking in the atmosphere of the apartment, Miguel, in her arms, began to cry, interrupting the moment of admiration. "Okay, I'll change the diaper. Where can I do that?" she asked, ready to take on the task. "No," I interrupted, determined. "Let's do it together, after all, he could really be my son. The guest bathroom is right there." Sofia looked at me sideways. "Lucio..." "Tell me." "If this child isn't yours, they've found his childish look-alike." "Oh, for the love of God, let's change that diaper right away." Determined, we headed to the bathroom, ready to face the task ahead. Sofia followed me. Once we were inside the room, she placed the baby on a towel in the sink and began to unbutton his overalls. Unfortunately, the subtle smell we had been smelling was no longer so subtle. "Jesus...," she said as she finished taking off his clothes. "It's definitely your son." "It wasn't me that day!" As I spoke, I grabbed the clean diaper and the wet wipes, preparing myself for the task that was to come. The feeling of nervousness mixed with a strange sense of responsibility as I prepared to change the baby's diaper, aware that each movement had to be done with care and precision. "Lucio, I think we'll have to give him a bath." "But... there are plenty of wipes here..." I murmured, trying to fight the idea. "Lucio... He got the whole towel dirty..." "My God, my linen towel!" CHAPTER 11 Sofia The soft light in the bathroom transformed the room; it was a calm and relaxing atmosphere, something I greatly appreciated. However, there was nothing relaxing about the task at hand: bathing Miguel. Lucio and I were determined to face this challenge, even if we didn't have a proper bathtub. "Sofia, you're going to hold him, aren't you?" Lucio asked, adjusting the shower head. From the look on his face, I was sure Lucio would rather face a battalion of angry partners and investors than a sweet, chubby baby who needed a bath. "Sure, I'm ready for the mission, boss," I replied, holding Miguel firmly, who was staring at everything with a curious expression on his round little face. Lucio turned on the shower, and the water began to flow, forming a gentle cascade. Miguel seemed intrigued by the sound, his wide eyes watching the spray with fascination. "Here we go, Miguel. Get ready!" I exclaimed, trying to play with the baby while Lucio carefully directed the water over his small body. Miguel jumped a little, surprised by the sensation of the water. A low, nervous laugh escaped Lucio's lips. "I think he liked it..." Lucio murmured, and I could have sworn I could see a drop of cold sweat running down the top of my boss's forehead. "It seems so!" I agreed, trying not to get distracted by the cuteness of that scene. As I watched Lucio interact with Miguel, something inside me awakened. It was as if a new side of him was being revealed before my eyes. There, with the sleeves of his shirt carefully rolled up and his defined muscles on display, he seemed so different from the confident businessman I knew at the office. There was a tenderness in his gestures, despite his awkward and hesitant manner, along with a kindness that contrasted with his usual determination. Seeing that softer side of Lucio was moving me in a way I hadn't expected. Oh my. Maybe it was the intimacy of the moment, or seeing Lucio out of his usual environment, but something about that scene stirred everything inside me. My heart seemed to beat faster, and I found myself unable to look away from him, as if I were hypnotized by his presence. "Sofia? Sofia? Sofia!" I jumped, which startled Miguel and triggered a new struggle to keep him still. Miguel, with his clumsy movements, seemed determined to escape from me, while we both tried desperately to stop him. I looked at my boss in despair. "Lúcio, what if he falls?" "He won't fall." My eyes widened. "You're not the one holding a little creature that won't stay still!" "Calm down, all that's left is to wash the other side of him." I tried to relax, but Miguel wasn't cooperating at all. My God, what if he started crying? "That wasn't part of the job requirements," I muttered softly, feeling the water splashing on me. "Not even for me and... What is he doing?" My eyes widened even more. "Watch out, boss! Pee!" CHAPTER 12 Lucio But the baby was faster than Sofia's scream. Miguel, apparently entertained by the situation, began to pee without warning, as if he were releasing all the pressure that had built up since the previous bath. The liquid gushed out like a loose hose, catching both me and Sofia by surprise. "Help, God!" Sofia screamed, her voice filled with desperation as she tried to find a quick solution to contain the unexpected flood. In the fright, still holding the shower head, I ended up aiming the water to the side, but not enough to avoid the inevitable. A jet hit Sofia head on, soaking her from head to toe. Screams and gasps echoed through the bathroom, while Miguel continued his feat, completely oblivious to the chaos he had caused. "I'm sorry, Sofia! I... I didn't mean to do that!" I exclaimed, trying to maintain control of the situation even in the face of the mess. With my heart pounding in my chest, I couldn't help but look at Sofia as she turned the baby over with impressive agility, trying to avoid any more damage. Her red hair, now wet and limp, clung to her face, giving her an appearance that was supposed to be messy, but to me, somehow, it seemed... adorable. I blinked, surprised by my own thought. Adorable? Unable to control my movements, my eyes involuntarily dropped, running over the wet fabric of her clothes, which clung to her body, revealing more than I should have seen. I immediately raised my face, struggling to keep my eyes only on the baby, while trying to push away inappropriate thoughts that seemed to want to invade my mind. "Sofia..." my voice sounded hoarse, an attempt to break the awkward silence that had settled between us. But before I could