Each wipe made James wince as it would send a shock up his spine, his face still red as he turned his head from side to side with each wipe trying to hide how uncomfortable it was, and her humming only make me want to punch her that much more. Eventually, the coldness stopped affecting him as Ellen was practically bathing him in the wipes, making sure to get every nook and cranny and to clean any mess unnoticed at first glance, even turning him on his side to wipe a little off his back. By this point, James could clearly detect the scent of the baby wipes over any other diaper-related thing in the nursery.

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