My Mom Still Changes My Diaper Novels & Stories

"I need to change your bandages once every two hours, right?" Jonathan smiled and said, "I just want you to be here with me, Mom. You don't need to change them for me. I can do it myself." "You're still a kid, and an injured one at that. You shouldn't be changing your own bandages." Maria didn't take what he said to heart. When he tried to say more, she cut him off. "Alright, rest for a bit. I'll go look at the room next door." Maria stood up and walked out.

I rush to get home and ring the doorbell. As soon as the door opens, I see grandma Marion looking at me with a furrowed brow; it's clear she's also upset with me for the way I behaved with mom. "Where's mom?" I ask, struggling to call her "mom" when it used to come so naturally. "She's in her room crying; she hasn't wanted to come out since you left." I just nod and head to her room. I knock, and my father answers. Unlike grandma, he looks at me with obvious disappointment, making me swallow hard and feel ashamed of my attitude.

I didn’t intend to sound so soft though but that’s by the way. “Okay, mom.” She replied, looking more calm than compared to earlier. “Remember, the diaper is our little secret. Don’t tell your daddy, okay?” I added, more tone stern and she nodded eagerly. It helped that she enjoyed us having moments alone like this, so she always listened to what I said. I didn’t need Hudson finding out about the diaper just yet, I couldn’t predict how he would react to it. So for now, better to keep him in the dark.

"W-we really didn't know! Your mom was foaming at the mouth, and it looked terrifying. We did it for your own good! What if something had actually happened to her?" I sharply cut off her excuses. "Enough! For my own good? Would someone who cared about me make me wear a dead person's clothes? Would they make me drink expired milk? You people act like family, but all you do is try to bleed me dry!" At that moment, Mom called out weakly from the hospital room, "Aria, come in here."

Marianne. Jace's mother. What?! I turned and saw Marianne standing by the staircase, smiling like the proudest shipper alive. ...Wow. Now my ears were burning too. We weren't even married yet, and his mom was already our number one fan. Jace leaned over to look, brows knitting together. "What kind of nonsense is this..." Watching him look both offended and curious at the same time, I suddenly got an idea. I opened a livestream and pointed the camera right at him.

Do you really think you can still control me? "If you don't want treatment, that's fine with me. I'm just doing what's expected of me as a daughter. But don't even think about getting your hands on the rest of the money I paid for your treatment. I'll have the hospital transfer the full balance to me." "Of course I'll get treatment! Who told you I wouldn't? If I don't, I'd be playing right into your hands." Mom immediately changed her tune. Just as I was about to end the call, she asked, "When are you coming home?"

I'm immediately on guard, wondering what has her so upset. Mari, however, stays calm. "Theo pooped mom! He pooped! And it stinks! You need to change him," she demands. "Why don't you change him?" she teases back. Myra crinkles up her little nose in disgust. "Ew, Mom. I don't know how to change a diaper." "Hmm. Maybe it's time you learned how," Mari suggests. "Mooom. Come on," Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion.

He wouldn't have ever given up on her because he didn't want to die tonight, but he had to unwillingly take her to her mother because her diaper needed to change and because of her sensitive nose, it was affecting him more. . #TBC

“I’m here if you need me, and yes, I’ll change the sheets. Not sure why you’re doing it every day. It’s not like she’s doing a whole lot right now.” JD grinned. “It’s what mom would do when we were sick. She’d change the sheets everyday so that we knew it was a new day.” He gave a small shrug. “It was always a comfort to me.” “Makes sense.” She grinned back. “And Monster is on the bed, and he’s not supposed to be.”

I asked, curious. "Well, I did what any self-respecting man would do in that situation," he said, grinning. "I called my mom. I was like, 'Mom, help! I don't know what I'm doing!'" I laughed at the thought of Jack's mom coming to the rescue. "What did she say?" I asked. "She said, 'Jack, you need to calm down and watch some YouTube videos,'" he said, chuckling. "So, I did. I watched like 10 hours of diaper-changing tutorials. I was like, 'Okay, got it. I think I can do this now.'"