Still In Diapers At 20 Novels & Stories

My mom and Draconian were coming over to watch the babies and I was going out to have some fun as a kid. I'm only eighteen and supposed to be just starting college. I never even finished senior year of high school though. I went off, got mated then had babies and now I’m look to as some leader of a war I know little about.

he promises, and she grins, closing the door. Athena joins her, the woman suddenly looking a little lost. "Are you okay?" Conrad asks after a moment of silence. "Yeah, I'm just attached to my baby. I don't usually leave him alone," Athena laughs weakly, walking up the steps. "How old is he?" She asks curiously. "Oh, he's almost two now," Athena responds casually. Is a child who's almost two really considered a baby? Is he not a fully-grown toddler?, Jane asks, the cynical side of her coming out.

Sixteen Years Ago Damian's POV My girl is two today, two years old and the cutest thing you would ever have imagined. Her little face is chubby at the cheeks, her lips are perfect, and her blonde hair falls in loose curls to her shoulders. She's the most perfect child one could wish for. When you look into her eyes, you wouldn't imagine she was merely a toddler. She's wise beyond her years, and her ability to communicate is beyond anything I could have imagined, but there lies the problem.

"I have my own life, you know." "Yes, but you don't have a man, honey," her father roused to life with his unwanted yet accurate observations. "And you're not getting any younger, Sweet Pea. Your friends are settling down. Some already have babies on the way—" "I'm only twenty-eight," she reminded him as she stood up and paced around the small kitchen. Twenty-eight was hardly over the hill. "Yes, I know, honey. But please do this for your sweet old man?"

There was a large piece of cake on the table and I assumed that was mine because there was a big ‘C’ on it and a cup of cold yoghurt was there. “Your share,” Roe handed me the plate and I thanked her before sitting beside dad. “You’re now a full adult,” dad said as he pinched my cheeks. I rolled my eyes, “I’ve been a full adult since I turned twenty, dad.” He shook his head, “Nope, that’s not true.” Everyone laughed and I shook my head in amusement. Even though my dad closer to fifty, he still behaves like he just entered his twenties.

Yes, it was time to throw on a short dress, some high heels and go find some fun. I heard a car in the driveway announcing Max's arrival and thought maybe that was the type of fun I should look for, a nice good looking young cub. Not Max, of course. Max had just turned twenty and I wasn't sure I wanted that young, plus he was a good kid. He was a cutie, damn fine actually, but sweet and nervous, a nice kid and everything that Jeff wasn't.

Weeks past turning into months and soon it was already my last day with Edde and my son Grey, Grey Grew so fast. Started crawling at his fourth month and walking at the seventh month, now Grey was a year old and was already disturbing and parading around the house with his little diapers on. It was so hard for me to leave him behind because he was way too obsessed with me, he never leaves my arms for long. even when I yell at him he still cries back to my arms.

Wasn't Twenty supposed to be a magical birthday and a milestone into adulthood, accompanied by great privileges and legal implications? Wasn't Twenty the age to vote, buy a house, wed your high school sweetheart, go to jail, get sued, and gamble away your tuition in Vegas? Well, mine wasn't.

An instant later, he demanded, “Why’re you bothering me?” I snorted. “Like I called to talk to a scroatbag like you. Get my sister on the line.” “She’s got more important things to do than talk to a shit stain like you. She’s busy wiping my kid’s ass.” My two-and-a-half-year-old niece Teagan was in the midst of potty training, and she was being a resistant little turd—much like her father—so I asked, “Diaper or toilet?” Ten sighed. “Still diaper. I swear, that kid’s going to shit her pants until she’s thirty.”

she said " everything is just too much to take in right now I'm so confused " i ranted " just take it little by little everything will be alright " she consoled "What I don't understand is if I'm 22 then you must be 20 and you have a child " I asked