Still In Diapers At 16 Novels & Stories

“You know this. This has always been the policy.” I looked at Caleb. “Caleb.” I kept my voice very level. “The last time I checked, you are fifteen or sixteen years old. Correct?” “Technically sixteen, yes,” he said carefully, in the tone of someone hoping there was a loophole available in that technicality. “Sixteen,” I repeated. “He’s a very mature sixteen,” Mitchell offered helpfully.

THE TODDLER ~ANYA POV~ If you had told the twenty-year-old version of me—the one shivering in a silk wedding dress—that I would eventually find peace in a drafty attic smelling of lemon bleach and cheap diapers, I would have called you crazy. But here I am. Fifteen months of hiding. Fifteen months of being "Maria." Marcello isn't a squishy newborn anymore. He's fifteen months old, and he's a tiny whirlwind of dark curls and pure, unfiltered chaos.

SLOANE The kitchen light caught the faint sheen of sweat on his upper lip. His breathing had gone shallow—short, uneven pulls that betrayed how badly he wanted to look away and how badly he couldn’t. “Sixteen,” I repeated, softer now, the word almost gentle. “He was eighteen. Varsity starter. Everyone said we were ‘cute.’ Everyone said we’d be that high-school power couple who’d make it through college and then some. Everyone except me, apparently.”

I hadn't even known him for a full day. "I've been told," he raised his eyebrows with a small and slight laugh. "How old are you then? I hope that isn't a secret," I rolled my eyes. There would be no way I'd be able to get out any information from him so I gave up and decided to just enjoy his company instead. "I'm seventeen what about you?" I expected him to be nineteen so I wasn't surprised by his age. "I'm going to be seventeen. I'm a junior," It was kind of embarrassing for me to announce that I was currently sixteen. I don't know why I felt this way but I just did.

I said confusedly in my tone of voice. He snorted and pulled his hair backwards with one hand before jamming a curse I couldn't understand. Which made my confusion grow. I don't understand why he reacted like that. I don't think my age is a big deal. “W-why does it bother you that I’m sixteen? “I probed with bewilderment. “I thought you were older, that you were eighteen or that at least you were nearly that,” he snorted before looking at me. “You look bigger than you look”

(Apparently, only Valeria had the honors to be treated like a baby. “I admit that wasn’t one of my most brilliant decisions. In my defense, I was sincere to Emilia and really wanted to wait for her until she graduated.” He sighed. “But it did not go well, because people who are in college and high school are at very different stages, I am sure that is true here, there, and in most places.” “I’m sixteen, I’m not a child.” “Exactly my point.”

Definitely not like this. I was only sixteen years old, but I could do things that older guys were only allowed to do. Nobody cared. I was the heir of the most powerful wolf family in the country. Additionally, I had a handsome face and a physique that every girl desired. Despite my young age, I had managed to develop some abs, thanks to my daily training. With my six-foot height, it was hard for people to guess my age.

BUT. He just keeps on calling me. I'm not ready to talk to him at the moment. I'm sixteen for goodness sake. I'm not... I'm... I'm not supposed to be losing my virginity and having sex. Stopping the tears wasn't going to happen so I just let them fall.

Her hair was styled like a princess’s, fluffy, glossy and perfect. Mid-arm gloves hugged her hands, matching the glittery rose-pink gown draped over her body. She was almost ready to be the main event of the evening. Almost. Everything was perfect... except she was barefoot. “Sorry,” she said, pouting. “You were spacing out.” She didn’t look nearly old enough to be sixteen. With all that pouting and fumbling with her nails. My baby Adriana was turning sixteen today, and no matter what the calendar said, she was still my baby—acting like one most of the time.

“Me too. I’m sorry about being a dick about the girl.” I almost choked on my coffee. “What?” “You and that lady you had over. I’m sorry. I told you to date and then freaked out when you did. I want you to be happy. If you like her, you should keep seeing her.” My heart skipped a beat. “What changed your mind?” He shrugged. “I was being childish.” “You are kind of a child.” “I’m not a child. I’m sixteen.” “Ah, but in the eyes of the law and your father, you’re not an adult. I don’t mind you being a kid a while longer.”