Back In Diapers Full Time Novels & Stories

I came out of the airport, but the car was gone. It was two o'clock in the morning, and the streets were empty. I had to walk all the way home, shivering and pulling myself as close as possible. My belly was aching, and sweat poured down my forehead. Yet, and yet, the memory of what I saw chilled my heart more than the cold could. Ten years. We went ten years without any children. The Willoughbys did not like that at all.

“I’m not forbidding you from playing, Sat. All I ask from you is to take a bath first before spending the rest of your day in front of the gadget. You know I care a lot about you and your twin’s eyes and I do not want you to grow up with blurry vision that’s why I made that rule, baby. Please, listen to mommy.” He nodded, bowing his head, before running towards me to give me a hug. “Sorry, Mom.” “Okay, forgiven. Come on and let’s shower now. Your sister is done so it’s your turn.” It specifically was fucking pretty hard to definitely raise kids. Especially those times when they really are just little infants who needed actually constant attention and milk, which definitely is fairly signific

she says jumping on top of me, she's back to her little space, I had to pick a very squirmy little up, placing her on the changing table, but the second I took my hands off her, she started to roll around the table, I had to hold her back down. "Settle Violet," I say in a firm voice, but that got my little thing to cry, crying but staying in place, I took everything off her, including her diaper, I cleaned her up adding a new clean one, she's used to using pull-ups while sleeping on earth, but in here, she'll be completely diaper dependent until I decide that she's old enough to be trusted and get potty trained.

In that quiet moment, all the challenges, the betrayals, the battles they had faced—it all felt like a distant memory, something they had conquered together to arrive here. As the days passed, life began to find a new rhythm. Back home, their once-busy lives were now centered around the small, precious moments shared with their daughter. Julian had taken a short break from the company, and they spent every possible minute learning the joys and surprises of parenthood, finding a strange, wonderful happiness in every diaper change and midnight feeding.

He pets his hair and helps him lie down. "It's okay, sweetie. Let's get this icky and stinky diaper off and go back to playing with toys, okay?" He nods and Leo wipes away his tears with his blanket. Type grabs his diaper supplies quickly and changes him as quickly as possible but still making sure that he wouldn't get a rash. Once his onesie was snapped back up, Type gets up to dispose of the full and messy diaper and wash his hands. Once he's cleaned up and relaxed, Tyoe puts a movie on for him in hopes of him completely unwinding.

Enough to buy diapers and a secondhand stroller. Reisha had her own little mattress now. Her own corner of our room. And a small secondhand bear she always hugged in her sleep. I enrolled her in daycare. Afterward, she went straight to Tilly’s before I got home. I had a routine now. Work. Daycare. Tilly. Repeat. It wasn’t perfect, but it was mine. And Reisha was happy. Until that night. --- I came home sore and exhausted, my feet throbbing from six hours in stilettos. I placed Reisha gently on her mattress and went to boil water for noodles.

6 AM feeding and change. I handled nights. All of them. Every feeding. Every diaper. Not exactly equal. But it worked. "When you go back to work," Marcus said one night, "we need to split nights." "You have surgery at 7 AM. You need sleep." "And you have briefs and depositions. You need sleep too." "I can function on less." "That's not sustainable." "Three weeks. Then we'll figure it out." Three weeks felt like forever and also tomorrow. --- I started prepping for my return.

They stopped screaming as the teats filled when the bottles rose to the correct angle. “I know, me too. Remember when we used to complain that they were taking to long to come?” Sebestian asked as he gathered the third load of diapers the babies had filled that morning along with their second change of clothes and the empty bottles that had built into a pile in the corner of the couch. “Remember when we used to wear clothes? Clothes that you could go outside in” he muttered miserably as he looked at his mate, sitting in the chair in the same pyjamas he had been wearing for the last two days.

she says trying to convince me or maybe convince herself, clutching a clean diaper in one hand and a diaper cream in the other, exhaustion getting the better of her “Ria, we are automatically their uncle and auntie and we are already their godparents, we don’t need to do this to become one, so let go of the diaper love and let’s go start a war or kill someone or something… anything is easier than this literal shit” I say calmly as I remove the things from her hands and she starts to nod slowly “Yes, I’ve already changed too many diapers… they do poop a lot” she says agreeing with me “And there are four of them” I say trying to lead her out of the nursery room, she is already sleep deprived t

Justin laughed and turned to my father. "Zaika left a decent male in charge so there is no hurry. Oh no! She is peeing on my leg!?" Laughing at the look on his face, Justin shrugged and blotted it up with the towel my father handed him. "Guess accidents happen eh little one," he cooed, causing Faelon and I to roll our eyes. Lucky for him my mom brought in a bag full of cloth diapers. Taking her from him and his finger she expertly wrapped the pup in the cloth. She handed her back to him with a smile. Apparently, Justin had been accepted into the family.