Be their baby

“Obviously, we’re going to skip town and buy a new place of our own once we get the emerald pawned.” Cassandra stated. “And we’ll be using some of that money to change our identities.”

“Yeah, sure.” Lauren said, not really caring about the details she already knew. “What do I have to do to be let back in?!”

“First,” Rachel explained, holding out a green glass orb, “go back into the house, put this where you found the emerald, and grab the basket and note; make it look like she dreamed the entire thing. Then when you come back, we’ll explain the second condition.”

“And how do I know you won’t drive off once I’m inside?” Lauren asked skeptically as she grabbed the orb.

“Do we look like we’re that cruel?” Rachel asked innocently.

Lauren gulped as she turned around and waddled back into the house. Once inside, Lauren tiptoed into Karen’s room and climbed back onto the chair. She opened the jewelry box again as she placed the glass orb inside before climbing back down. Next, she tiptoed over to the bed and carefully grabbed the basket, thankful that Karen was a deep sleeper.

Looking at her nightstand, Lauren grabbed the note and put it into the basket before tiptoeing out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Lauren then opened the fridge and saw a bottle of vodka, pulling it out and taking a swig of it before pouring the rest down the sink. She waddled back into Karen’s bedroom and placed the bottle in her hands.

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A few minutes later, Lauren came waddling out the door and towards the car. True to their word, Rachel didn’t drive off and the door was unlocked. Lauren opened the door and climbed inside, slamming it shut. Rachel then turned the ignition and drove off.

“So,” Cassandra began, “are you ready to hear what the second condition is?”

“Yeah, whatever.” Lauren mumbled, leaning her head back. “Just get us back to the hideout so I can get out of these diapers.”

“Funny you should bring that up, actually.” Rachel said. “See, our second condition is that, while we’re living the high life, you have to pretend to be our baby. Well, Cassandra’s baby and my niece, at least.”

“What…?” Lauren asked, her face going pale as she stared at the two women with wide eyes. Had she misheard what Rachel said? She shook her head and shouted, “No way!”

“The way I see it Lauren, you have three options.” Cassandra explained. “Option one, you pretend to be our baby; but only in public and whenever we have company over. Option two, we turn you over to the police and you become the biggest laughing stock in the criminal underworld; even bigger than Nudie Natalie was!”

Lauren gulped. Natalie Manchester was a big name in art thieves. However, on the night she got caught, she had disguised herself as a Greek statute in an attempt to steal a rare painting. She almost got away with it; however, she had the unfortunate mishap of crashing a charity ball the gallery was holding. She tried to escape, but didn’t realize that her toga was caught in the elevator; ripping it clean off and exposing her nude body. Pictures showed that, before her arrest, she covered herself with the painting; which to add insult to injury, was a painting of a woman in her naked glory. The criminal underworld had since then referred to Natalie as Nudie Natalie. Lauren gulped again, knowing full well that if word got out about the crime that got her caught, she would indeed be an even bigger laughing stock.

“A-a-and option three?” Lauren stuttered as they came to a red light.

“Option three,” Rachel explained, “is that we turn around and drop you back off at that woman’s house, and she either calls the cops or makes you her baby 24/7. Which do you pick?”