Betsy (Has A Posse) [END?]

Gary walked back and forth across the back patio of his mom and dad's house, patting the fussing baby in his arms. This was nowhere near his imagination for what being a father was like. But, to be fair, everyone had been surprised that the young man climaxing at the center of a three-man sex scene in the middle of an orgy -- Gary sighed at the thought. Just own it, Dad's the same -- had impregnated a woman well out of any possible splash zone. He thought of Trent acting like a turkey baster to transfer his load to Debbie. Accidental sperm donor, that's me.

He chuckled. The baby complained.

Gary felt wetness on his arm. He sniffed. "Okay, Betsy Wetsy," he said. "This time I'm gonna get that diaper right."

Gary took the little one inside to the ground floor's back bathroom, which had been done up as Baby Central. "Okay, here, and now here." He finished the maneuver by squaring up the tapes of the diaper cover. "Let's find your mommy."

The sound of the breast pump in action led him to the dining room table. Debbie's mouth twitched every so often. It was never really comfortable, but sometimes it was better than others. She had a screen tilted up showing a review video for her kinesiology course.

"Still won't settle?" Debbie said.

"She's hungry again," Gary said.

"You know what to do," Debbie said, pointing with her chin at a freshly filled collection bottle.

"Okay," Gary said. He exchanged the bottle top for a feeding cap and sat beside Debbie, nursing Betsy as Debbie finished her pumping cycle.

"You gonna need a ride tomorrow?" Gary asked.

"Yeah, I got practicals," Debbie said. "Gonna get up early and pump again. Can you clean up here and hang onto her tonight?"

"Yeah. G'night," Gary said.

"G'night baby," Debbie said. She kissed the dozy infant on the top of her head.

Gary went and got the sling so he could wear Betsy on his front while he cleaned up the pump and put away Debbie's milk for later.

Betsy stayed asleep while he set her gently into the baby bed next to his own bed. He stayed up a little, texting with Bernie, who teased him about being a member of the second shift club. They made some plans for the weekend, when Bernie's mom Joyce had volunteered to be part of the Betsy crew.

Peggy Wise, the big sister of Sandy, Peter Walker's girlfriend, had done up some art for Debbie's child care crew. Gary had a T-shirt and a hoodie with Peggy's astronaut-inspired design BETSY GROUND CREW with a baby floating in a bubble in space. Debbie had chosen shirts with Peggy's designs BETSY HAS A POSSE and OBEY BETSY in the old Shepard Fairey poster style.

Joyce Bernstein had declined any crew wear. "I'm a ridiculous plus size, T shirts never fit my shape, and I'm always naked at home," she had said.

Bernie had the same shirt designs as Debbie and sometimes borrowed Gary's space baby hoodie.

Sandy and Peter had BETSY CHEER SQUAD satin jackets. "I mean," Peter had told Gary. "Basically we fetch stuff, and cheer you and Debbie on."

'NIGHT G LXXO Bernie texted.

'NIGHT B 8==- - - Gary texted back.

HAHA HOPE THAT ONE DOESN'T MISFIRE Bernie texted. 'NIGHT BETSY

SHH DON'T WAKE THE BABY Gary replied.

Gary put his phone away and settled down to rest up to be Debbie's ride tomorrow.