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Throw-Away because I’m like 900 percent sure their parents have reddit.
As I write this, I am desperately trying not to panic, as I’m pretty sure I’m gonna get killed in a few hours.
I’m a guy who’s had a long-time bestie (F). I also have Other Bestie (M). Me and Other Bestie didn’t get along well at first, it’s a long story, but even longer story shorter, he’s married to Bestie and they have a kid (toddler-aged). I will not say more about the kid, as Bestie is a strong believer in kids’ privacy online.
I love this kid. I mean I LOVE this kid. I fell in love with them the second I saw them. They’re my sweet Nibling and I’m basically the go-to guy for babysitting.
I used to have a great track record. But that ended today.
Bestie and Other Bestie went to have a weekend away (Other Bestie’s parents basically strong-armed him into it), and they left their kid with me. Much to the aforementioned parents’ dismay. I’m pretty sure they were wanting Nibling for the weekend instead. Anyway, all was well Friday and Saturday: I had cleaned up my place and got an air mattress out, the kid loved ‘camping,’ we watched cartoons and I fed them all sorts of unhealthy junk food, we played Mario Kart, kid loved it.
This afternoon, I brought them to the park. This was where I fucked up.
There were a few other parents there with their kids, and some older kids playing baseball nearby. I let Nibling go play, sitting on a bench to keep an eye on them. A few of the parents talked to me, and I’m a social guy, so naturally I talked back.
I took my eyes off Nibling for two. Measly. Seconds.
Next thing I hear is a bat hitting a ball, and then Nibling screams.
Yeah. Nibling got hit with the baseball.
I took them home, practically flew honestly, and I’ve got them sitting on my toilet with a pack of frozen veggies over their eye. It’s definitely gonna be a shiner.
I feel like a monster, my two best friends in the world relied on me to watch their kid, and I got them hurt! The baby’s not even old enough to tie their shoes without a nursery rhyme, and they’ve got a black eye!
What am I gonna do? How long will make-up last? Can I put make-up on a toddler’s eye?
I’ve already called one of my dads, Mentor, and asked him about healing other people. He heard the story, went quiet, said he’d be right over and then hung up. Totally freaking out now.
Any advice would be appreciated. Or prayers. If the Besties don’t kill me, Mentor might.