"Check the bag." She shrugged, lying Morgan down on the bed, and taking Mark again. Stressed out, she ran a hand through her hair, before pulling Mark to her chest again, trying to sooth him the same way she had his brother, but nothing.
"Seriously, do you just hate me?" She muttered to the baby, glaring slightly over at Alcuin when he wasn't looking at her, before lifting his diaper slightly, wrinkling her nose. "Seriously, again?" She sighed, grabbing at the bag, and taking out a new diaper, moving into Derek's bathroom to change him - he made her do the babysitting, he could deal with the smell. Once he was cleaned up and changed, Allison returned to the room, and lay on the bed, carefully positioning Mark on her chest, rubbing his back.
"... What are you doing in the house anyway? Shouldn't you be somewhere with Scott?" Her tone was bitter, and she hoped Mark's remaining cries would be enough to hide it.