Back In Diapers Full Time Novels & Stories

It moved me so much, I even moved back into my chambers that night! I cautiously and nervously gave Bahari a bath that night with Kris and Jo Jo while Hunnie fed Hubi. When it came time to dress him, I had to bathe the poor kid again, because he pissed all over his self and me. Why is it when I lift his legs to put on the cloth diaper, he shit's out of his tiny bum like a fire hose! Never have I ever had to clean ANYONE'S feces off of me!

If Maddox got out right about now, he will likely be heading towards the kitchen, which will only take a few spoken words from Emrik and Liam for him to find out that I’ve come back to the room to “change diapers” Grabbing a large suitcase from Maddox’s closet, I begin tossing random articles of my own clothing inside, packing mostly underwear and only a few outfits before I dash into the nursery with the bag and begin packing as many diapers as I can. Before the diapers have the chance to take up all the space, I toss a bunch of plain old, boring onesies, pants, shirts and some sweaters in as well before zipping up the bag and hauling ass back down the stairs.

“Your baby, your diaper.” “You’re going to regret that policy,” I say, taking Rafe from her with raised brows, “in juuuuust about three and a half months, Cora.” “And for three and a half months, I will be diaper free!” she calls after me with a laugh as I carry my smelly baby over to his changing table in the bedroom.

ROCCO Luna came home on a Tuesday. The sun was so bright it felt like someone had ordered it special. Diana walked out of the hospital with our daughter in her arms, her white dress swinging in the wind, and I just stood there, watching the two of them, thinking there was no more dangerous combination in the world. Three weeks later, the routine had turned into a well-oiled machine. Wake up. Feed. Change the diaper. Feed again. Change the diaper again. Repeat.

she sound worried. I smiled to relieve her from the stress "I'm fine mom" I said as I strived to sit up and felt something in between my legs. I looked under the blanket to see a urinary catheter. "Oh God" I sighed. "Mom! Why am I wearing diapers?" I frowned. "Emily, you need to stay put okay? You have been unconscious for two days. How do you expect us to move you out of the bed...". "But mom... I didn't poop in bed. Did I?" I interrupted.

All they do is eat, and all I do is feed them and watch them sleep. My mom does almost everything for them, changing diapers, burping, rocking. Aiden makes sure I eat on time, bringing me plates of food I barely touch, and that's that. It's just a week since we came home, so... I'm still watching how this is going to turn out. This new normal, this new version of us.

“We do not put diapers on them at home, just normal panties and keep on changing as and when they get dirty. Too much diaper is not healthy, isn’t it?” “But here they are in diapers?” Kira continued. “Yes, miss,” the nanny nodded. “Sometimes only a few panties are needed, but sometimes, they can raise a pile of fifty,” she chuckled, “so, out of home, we prefer diapers. Don’t have time or people to wash the soiled clothes.” Kira nodded, understandably. As the nanny waited politely for Kira to ask any more questions, Jared’s eyes glowed and he growled loudly, making Kira and the nanny jump, and Jayden cry.

“But I’ll figure it out, okay? I can’t wake your mom over a diaper. I’m a CEO; I handle million-dollar contracts… I can handle a dirty diaper. Right?” The words didn’t come out very convincingly, but there was just enough determination to keep going. After a few clumsy attempts—wipes out of order, diaper on backwards, and a near disaster with the cream—I finally managed to change him. Clean diaper, dry body, and he now looked content. His eyes were beginning to get heavy again, eyelids slowly drooping as he let out soft sighs, pressing his little face against my chest.

“You have five minutes.” Damien nodded. “That’s all I need.” She let him in. The house was small but warm. Family photos lined the walls. School drawings and finger paintings adorned the fridge. There was life here—real, imperfect, beautiful life. It was nothing like the sterile penthouse Damien returned to each night. He stood in the hallway, listening to Camila’s soft humming from the next room, and for the first time in years, Damien Carrington felt… human. “You can sit,” Teresa said, pointing to the couch.

"That's the point." Riley watched her children interact and felt gratitude wash over her. She'd made these people. These amazing, kind, complicated people. Even in the midst of depression, she could see that. By January, Riley was significantly better. Not perfect, still having hard days, but managing. "I'm ready to go back to work," she told Diana. "Are you sure?" "Part-time. Just a few hours a week. But yes, I'm sure." Returning to Pack Truth felt good. Using her brain for something other than feeding schedules and diaper changes. Remembering she was more than just a mother.