Back In Diapers Full Time Novels & Stories

Gabriel laughed, “Well, it’s true.” Rachel handed our little girl to me, “I think this little one needs to be changed. I’m not ready for diaper duty yet.” Caleb handed Boy C to Luke, “Yeah, diapers are not my jam, dude.” I smiled as I heard Raven yell, “It better become your jam, pretty quick, dude.” I gasped and my eyes went wide in surprise as she approached Caleb, “You’re going to have a couple of those soon too.” I asked, “Two?” She smiled as she nodded, “And I’m not changing diapers by myself.” Caleb picked her up to his eye level and kissed her tenderly. Everyone gushed over the sight of them together as Luke and I changed the diapers on all four babies and laid them in their cribs. Mo

I mutter, my hand on the button of my jeans. “Mo, I changed your diapers, it’s not anything I haven’t seen before. Plus, we all have the same bits so hurry the fuck up.” My mother says. “Yeah, just hurry up!” Roisin agrees. “Fucking weirdos,” I mutter under my breath as I hurriedly take my pants and underwear off and slip under the paper sheet.

“Sowwie, mommy.” Riko sighed as he gave her the sad puppy eyes. “Let’s finish our cookies and find our tree.” She suggested. The kids eagerly devoured their cookies and hot chocolate. Have you ever tried to help three toddlers out of snowsuits to use the bathroom? It’s not easy. Add in getting a two-month-old out of his to change his diaper and his entire outfit. Yay, diaper blowouts. Heavy parental sarcasm there.

“You’re back early. Everything okay with—” “I quit,” I said. Alex on my hip. She blinked. “You what.” “I quit,” I said. “Daycare. Effective now. I’m staying home.” Adrian was behind me. Diaper bag on his shoulder. No cameras. No phone in his hand. “Are you sure,” the cousin said. “The money—” “We’re sure,” Adrian said. “We’ll figure out the money. She needs to be home. With them. With him.” He nodded at Alex. At my stomach.

"I need to provide for star and myself, and this is the best way I can do it." My mom nodded understandingly, but I could see the concern in her eyes. "I know, Diana," she said. "But are you sure you're ready? You've just given birth, and taking care of a newborn that is not up to six weeks is alot of work." I smiled, feeling a sense of confidence wash over me. "I'll be okay, Mom," I said. "I'll make it work. I have to do this for Elijah and for myself. We need to survive, and this is the best way I can provide for us."

"Yeah, the ones that have baby shit...and how can you even breathe while holding that goddamn thing?" I chuckled at his reaction. "I take care of kids at a local orphanage in my hometown, so I'm used to this shit now." I smirked, with a shrug of my shoulders. Justin quickly grabbed the bathroom bin and I dropped the diaper inside, chuckling as he hastily closed it. "I need to get those fucking maids working here every day for Sonia and Aunt Lisa." He muttered, placing the bin on the floor. Turning my attention back to Crystal, I asked, "Why don't you call her Mom instead of her forename?"

When Jax had been admitted to the hospital I had taken a leave from my college classes. Once he returned to work part time, I had started my online classes again. I was able to keep up with the work, and quickly caught up on what I had missed. Now that Jax was back to work full time, I returned to college full time as well. Returning to classes also meant that I could return to group as well.

they all chorus and run off into the house to play. “Thanks for taking them out, looks like they had a good time” “Alice?” Dylan starts “yeah” “Can I please go back to having the kids every other weekend, I miss them” “I don’t even know why you stopped having them in the first place, we had no contact from you at all” “I felt awful for what I did, and I was in a really bad place, I’ve been living off of mates sofas, but I’ve got myself a flat now, I’m trying to sort myself out”

I sputter quietly. "I would recommend getting one," she advises. "Diapers are a lot cheaper there, and if it's a boy, the only diapers that hold Theo overnight are the Sam's Club brand." "Oh. Okay." I don't know how else to respond. Not only am I in disbelief, but I'm so appreciative of the information part of me wants to keep asking questions. Quincy is the only mom I know, and she was never pregnant with Chance. He's her biological nephew, and she didn't get custody of him until he was two months old. The time frame before that is just as lost on her as it is on me.

"It’s an opportunity I can’t just walk away from, Layla." I’d wanted to tell him that I wasn’t asking him to walk away from it forever—just not now. Not when my body was still recovering, not when my nights blurred into feedings and burping and diaper changes, not when Jaden was finally… breathing again. Stable. Settled.