Back In Diapers Full Time Novels & Stories

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.

I am now back home, both my kid and I are back to good health and my work schedule has been cleared so I can focus on writing full time. Thank you all again for sticking with me through my difficult time.

“Maybe we should just have her drink a lot today and then move on to poop inducers tomorrow or the day after.” “That's a much better idea. What if this doesn't work? Three days isn't much if you think about it.” “Then we'll try again some other time. You'll be fine finishing up on your own, right?” “Yeah. I've got it.” “Ok. Don't forget to add an extra bottle for her.” She went to change Natsumi out of her diaper and got her into nothing but a shirt. “Mama, you fowgot baby pants.”

When she got in the car with George, she urged, "In the future, you have to help change the children's diapers. You can't let me do it alone." George frowned and said, "We can just ask the nanny to change it." "No, they're our children. If we're able to take care of them, it's best to not let others do it. You are their father. Oreo and Candy are already 6 months old, yet you have only changed their diapers several times. You're too incompetent!" George pursed his lips. It was okay for him to change their diapers occasionally. However, if he had to do this often in the future, he couldn't even imagine doing so.