Still In Diapers At 20 Novels & Stories

“Mother! Mother! Mother!" Nine-year-old Athena squealed as she ran around the house. "Athena. Sit down." Brenda laughed at the little girl's excitement. "But don't you see? it's my birthday I can't possibly be calm." The little girl made it sound like a taboo. "Yes. Yes. I know. A nine-year-old isn't a baby anymore." "I thought when one turns six is when they aren't a baby anymore." Cassandra fixed a stare on her.

“After hearing about their love life, I think those two would have a million kids by now if Courtney let them. She made him wait until Calum was out of diapers before they started trying again.” “Diapers,” I repeated in horror. I forgot about diapers. Calum had some nasty ass diapers. They would stink up the entire packhouse. Courtney tried to get me to change him once, but I threw up before I could even get the thing open all the way. Blood and c***e; easy. St-filled diapers; hard as hell. I’ll find a way to manage, though. I won’t make Vivian handle all the diapers herself. They make masks for those kinds of things, right?

LUCIAN TWELVE YEARS OF AGE Dull. That was the only word I could use to describe the day. Dull yet a bit amusing, to be more accurate. I tried not to roll my eyes as I watched mother try and reason with the two years old for the fourth time within two hours from my place on the window seat. The first time I watched her do this, she needed him to sleep. He didn’t. Now she needed to change his very smelly diapers.

CHAPTER SEVEN CHASE'S POV I watched the clock strike midnight, today was a big day, Chris and Crystal were turning ten. It was so surreal, I almost couldn't believe the twins were in Year 5 now. They were growing rapidly. I was only twenty-one when they came into my life. They were only two years old then and I didn't want kids, especially with the way my musical career was growing. I didn't think I'd ever want them, but after taking them in, I just couldn't help, but accept them as my children.

"It's just clothes." "It's not just clothes. It's our babies graduating college. How is that possible? They were just born. I was just nursing them in the middle of the night and changing diapers and reading them bedtime stories. And now they're adults with degrees and futures and - " Her voice caught. "I'm not ready." Damian crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. "You've not been ready for every stage of their lives, and you've been magnificent at all of them anyway."

"Or it could be the fact that you've never given me the chance to properly show you the real me." "Oh, please! I've known ever since you were in diapers," Amanda derisively laughed, folding her arms across her chest. "But I've grown since then," I was done with wiping and pulled my sleeves back down to my wrists. "I'm a man, not the one year old kid you saw in diapers , Amanda." "You're not a man," " Do you want me to prove it to you?"

In the old days, sixteen is a marrying age, but in the future, young people still enjoy their lives at the age of thirty being single. "How old were you when you had your first child?" I asked. "Seventeen. I had my second child at twenty, and then I had my youngest at twenty-eight," she answered. "Maybe if I didn't get sick, I'll have more," she chuckled, but her eyes were sad at the thought of not having more kids. "How did you manage it?" I was curious. "That's a lot to handle," I said while thinking of my mom. It must be difficult, but Mom works part-time to help Dad, but in her case, she was a full-time mom.

Laurent looks at us with proud, power-filled eyes, his voice deep and strong, ears out among his tousled, wild hair. My son is growing up to be the most gorgeous man who ever lived and I knew he would start dating at any moment, but... a mate? That's incredibly crazy. He just turned eighteen. He just stopped wearing diapers only fifteen years ago, he's still just a baby. "What the fuck?" Daniel blurts out, his mouth opening and closing, unable to form a coherent thought. He turns to look at me like he's begging me to take charge of this, "Who?"

They envy the life I have now, and they'll envy it so much more now that my 20 year old girlfriend is back with me. Fuck, sometimes this age gap really surprises me. I'm fourteen years older than her, fourteen, that's a lot of years. I can barely even remember what it was like to be 20, but I'm probably not the best example because I already had quite a big business by that time. Despite that I was still going out a lot, drinking and partying and travelling the world, making completely stupid decisions that I would never make now.

CHAPTER 47 "Mason! Start talking!" Mom persisted and I grunted. "Okay, fine. I was twenty." I finally spilled. "Jesus! Mason, twenty?" I had the urge to roll my eyes at her. Mom was always so dramatic. What was the big deal? My mates had already had their first one since they were sixteen.