Descent into Diapers – Chapter Ten
Taking a shower with Charlie was not planned, but due to the situation and outcome of what took place, I felt that it was needed. We normally don’t make a habit of showering together but there are times here and there when it just happens. I was also happy to see that the hot shower was not only washing away his little potty accident but was also helping him wash away his stress and worries. There were no more tears, just a wet and soapy Charlie armed with a smile and foamy loofa. Though he was not happy when I proceeded to wash his hair for him, Charlie kept on insisting that he could do it himself and that the conditioner was pointless on his short hair.
After turning the shower off I wrapped a towel around myself and grabbed the second towel for Charlie. I was about to dry him off but with gentle hands outreached, his eyes said that he wanted to do it himself. I smiled back at my very independent little husband and just handed him the towel. “Once we are all dried off, I will help you get your diaper situated, ok hon,” I softly tell him as I make room in the bathroom and focus on drying my hair, for the second time today.
“K,” was all I heard Charlie say as I watched him walk out of the shower and directly into our room still half wet and the towel around his waist.
I could only shake my head, what was I going to do with him? “You know you are supposed to use the towel to dry off with, right?” I ask him in a humorous tone.
“Towel? For drying?” Charlie said acting utterly confused as he popped his head back in the bathroom giving me a confused look to match. “That sounds absurd and utterly preposterous, who in their right would use a towel for such acts? Just criminal!” he added drifting into a fake English accent. Once I made eye contact, he just smiled and winked at me before disappearing back into the bedroom yelling, “Free Bird.”
I could only chuckle at Charlie’s antics as I finished drying myself. Before I left the bathroom, I wrapped myself with the towel modestly and went in search of clean clothes. It did not take long to survey our bedroom and realize Charlie was nowhere to be seen. “Baby, you better not be running around the house with that butt uncovered,” I hollered in hopes my little streaker would hear as I pulled on a pair of clean underwear. Since we were staying home for the night I opted for no bra and just pulled out a comfy shirt and shorts from our dresser to put on.
As I was finishing pulling my shorts up so I could go in search of Charlie, I spotted him walking out of the closet with a shirt in his hands and shorts draped over his shoulder. He looks at me and holds up another one of his favorite shirts for me to see, “Can I wear this, please,” he asked politely.
I took the shirt from him and pretended to inspect it. “I see no reason to say no,” I tell him. Snagging the shorts on his shoulder as I walk by, I make my way over to where the diaper bag was telling him, “But first, let’s put one of these on.” I pull a diaper out of his bag along with some cream to put on his bottom and the baby wipes. Charlie kept a neutral expression as I watched him walk over to the bed and sit down. With a gentle smile, I moved to stand in front of him, setting his clothes and diaper supplies down next to him.
Charlie laid down so I could get to work on putting his diaper on. “Mommy, what’s that,” He asked me, pointing to the tube of cream.
“This,” I started to say, grabbing the tube of cream he was inquiring about, “my cutie-pa-tootie, is cream you put on your bootie, so you don’t get a diaper rash. It will protect your skin and keep it healthy.”
“Oh, but I don’t have a rash though,” he said confused. “Do I?”
I smile at him as I set the diaper cream down and move to clean my hands with a baby wipe. “No, but it will prevent one, and I am sure that it will help your tender bottom feel better though,” I gently inform him. With no comment, Charlie just kept his eye on me, watching, as I finished taping up his diaper. “Done,” I declared, motioning him to sit back up. I picked up the shirt he picked out and told him, “Arms up.” I slid his shirt on him, first the hands the head, “There we go.” With a gentle kiss on the forehead, I take the diaper cream and baby wipes and put them back in his diaper bag.
Charlie stood up and moved to pick up his shorts and proceeded to follow me to the foot of the bed “Mommy,” he said gently tapping me on the arm with one hand and presenting his shorts with the other. “Please, Mommy!”
I zipped his diaper bag up, left it on the trunk, and picked up his bunny that was sitting next to it. Biting my lower lip in an attempt not to smile, I grabbed Charlie’s shorts from his hand and replaced them with his bunny. “There, fair trade,” I say with a smile, waiting for his rebuttal.
Charlie’s confused face moved to a more irritated look as he informed me, “Not a fair trade.” Charlie drops his hands, leaving his bunny to dangle from his left hand. “I want to wear shorts. . . please?” he begged.
“Baby, it’s summer, it’s hot outside, we are not going nowhere, and simply put, no,” I told him sympathetically. “Why do you need shorts?”
“You get shorts,” he stated, trying to plead his case.
After a moment of thinking and staring at his determination, I finally gave in. “Fine, you can wear shorts,” I say as I move to hold his shorts open for him to step into.
“Thank you, Mommy,” he said kindly, as he stepped into his shorts, using me to keep him balanced.
“Better?” I ask pulling his shorts over his diaper. I put my hands on my hips, looking at my little husband and his diaper bulge that was unmistakable even with the shorts on. His nighttime diapers were rather thick, for obvious reasons of course, but depending on the new diapers coming on Monday, we may need to go through his wardrobe. “Honey, those shorts are looking a little snug. Are you sure you want to wear them? I can get you another onesie if you just want your diaper covered.”
Charlie looked down blushing. “I just want to wear normal clothes,” he started to say before he almost whispered, “like a big boy.”
I at him with sad eyes, bringing one of my hands up to cover my mouth. “Oh, Charlie,” I said, kneeling to hug my embarrassed little husband. “You are most definitely a big boy.” Releasing him from my hug, I reached for his bunny and held it up for him so he could see his fuzzy buddy. “You know, your friend here needs a name,” I tell him in an effort to make him smile again.
“It’s just stuffed bunny?” Charlie states
I gasp in shock, “Your friend here is not an ‘It’,” I tell him pretending to overreact. “You are going to hurt your bunny’s feelings.” Charlie just stood there staring at me blankly.
After a long moment Charlie finally says, “Fine, I will think about it” and reaches for the bunny, pulling it into his chest, hugging the stuffed bunny with both arms, and walking out of the room.
Accepting the small win, I stood up and followed Charlie out of our room and downstairs. Over halfway down the stairs, I start to ask him, “Are you ready to get started on your Essay?”
“Ya,” he said as he stepped foot off the stairs into the living room and headed for the office.
I glanced at the clock on the wall as we passed by, it was nearly five-thirty pm. Normally I would be thinking of dinner about what I was going to start cooking for dinner around this time. But with the late lunch, even I was not in the mood to eat, so I followed Charlie into our home office. I watched him set the stuffed bunny gently on the desk, using the computer monitor for the bunny’s back to rest and scooting the keyboard up for the bunny to sit on. I walked over to one of the bookshelves to find something to read as I watched Charlie. I plucked a book down off the top shelf, it was one I read multiple times but still a favorite to read.
I sat down on the couch that was up against the wall, next to the door, facing the opposite direction to my desk where Charlie was sitting. I watched Charlie pull a pencil out to start writing on the large pad of paper he had put in front of him. With him busy doing his task, I opened my book and started to read, enjoying the silence of the afternoon. Reading has always been a favorite pastime, especially reading a book that I have already read, it helps me not only to relax but reflect.
I knew today was not going to be an easy day for Charlie, and I halfway expected him to do something he was not supposed to do. I just did not think it would end the way it did though. Threw every punishment, regardless of how big or small, I do try and stay with him. Not to supervise him and make sure he did it, but to make sure he was not alone and left to stew in his thoughts. Plus, I do enjoy my time with him, even if it’s watching him write an essay, almost brings back memories of me making sure he did his homework back in college.
As I come to the end of the current, I pick my phone up to check the time and notice an hour and a half has passed. Dinner seemed to be a bust tonight, but I did not want to go to bed without at least something small to eat. I go to set the book down and go into the kitchen. “I will be in the other room if you need me, baby,” I inform him as I walk through the threshold of the office. Charlie did not reply, though I did not expect him to. If I were to look back, I would guess he never looked up, he may be a daydreamer but when he is on task, he can focus like the best of them.
Once I was in the kitchen, the first thing I wanted to do was get a drink for Charlie. I did not want to give him his canteen, that would overwhelm him, so I will do one better. Reaching up into the cabinet I pull down a normal-sized plastic cup with a removable lid and matching straw. The first time I saw these at the store I instantly knew I needed them for Charlie. They were not kiddish at all, they were just a simple cup with a lid and straw combo, something I knew would help Charlie not spill his drink. Though Charlie did ask why I purchased two of them just for him, he also went and claimed that he rarely spilled his drinks. Thankfully I bought the excuse, I got it for when you are in the garage or outside, it will help your drink stay in your cup and everything else stays out of your cup, and I mentioned I thought that they were cute.
Once I had the cup filled with water and just a couple of ice cubes, I put the lid and straw on and took it to Charlie. I set it down on the desk within his reach but still out of the way for him to keep writing. Just as I went to turn back and head back to the kitchen, I saw him reach for the cup without even looking up. He took a small drink, pulled it away to look at the cup, and then took one more drink before setting it back down where I placed it for him. My smile grew as I walked out the door and back into the kitchen.
After getting my own glass of water, I open the fridge to study its contents. It took only a moment before I had the perfect dinner, it would be easy, light, and hopefully not look intimidating to Charlie when I presented it to him. I reached in, pulled out some chicken breast, and set it on the counter. Cooking was always enjoyable, of course, my mother was also Italian and taught me everything she knew, she believed food brought people together. When I first went steady with Charlie, naturally I always wanted to cook for him, not to impress him but to bring us closer. At first, I thought he was blowing me off, but soon realized he just was not eating. When I confronted him about it, he kept saying that it was just not a thing he thought about, he said he ate when he remembered and did feel hungry at times but just got distracted.
After we started to get serious about being together, I started to make sure he was treating his body right and eating regularly. When we made our first set of rules for us to follow together, I made sure to put eating food on the list. He first thought it was a silly rule till he realized how hard it was for him to follow at first. For the most part, Charlie does well with it but every once in a while, he slips up.
With the Chicken on the skillet cooking, I moved to start pulling out the stuff I needed to make a salad. When Charlie did eat, he ate well, for the most part. There was food he disliked for his own reasons, but he ate vegetables, meat, and sweets [cookies to be exact]. Satisfied with the salad I check the chicken, then move to get a cutting board out and chief knife. I take the grilled chicken off the stove, cut it up, and dump it into the salad mix. With all the ingredients assembled, I toss the salad with Charlie’s favorite Caesar dressing. I split the salad and moved the two bowls aside so I could tidy up before I pulled Charlie in to eat. The dirty dishes get rinsed first and then put in the dishwasher, the stove is double-checked to be turned off, leftover ingredients get put away, and the counter is wiped down.
I poke my head in the office, “Charlie,” I start to say, trying to get his attention. “Let’s take a break and eat a little, you have been at it for a couple of hours now.” I go back over to grab the two salad bowls I made and place them on the table. When I turn around to go get our forks and my water, I see Charlie trudge out of the office with his notepad and pencil in one hand and his drink in the other. Going back to the table myself I put my drink down and put a fork next to Charlie’s bowl.
Charlie sat his notepad to the side and smelled the food with a smile. “Thank you, it smells amazing,” he said tiredly. “I don’t know how you do it, but this is perfect,” he states as he takes the first bite.
Between my bites of food, I ask, “How did you get on your essay?” Charlie took a drink to wash down the food and just looked down wistfully, shrugging his shoulders as he took another bite. We finished dinner mostly in silence, there was no tension or remorse, Charlie was just tired and determined to get his writing punishment done. For the first time in a while, I saw him finish his dinner before I did and with the politest demeanor Charlie asked, “Please may I be excused, and may I have another glass of water.”
“Yes you may,” I tell him with a gentle smile. Leaving my food on the table to come back to, I take Charlie’s bowl, fork, and cup to the sink. I left the bowl and fork in the sink and filled Charlie’s cup with fresh water and two more ice cubes before placing it down next to him on the table. He was already writing again before I sat back down to finish my food. It was not unheard of for Charlie to ask for more water, but I knew this time was a deliberate act to make up for earlier today. Soon I finished myself and got up to finish putting the rest of the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. But with it not yet full enough I did not start it, I could still get breakfast cooked and in there to fill it better.
Looking over at Charlie I see that he is engrossed in his writing. So, I go to the office to get my book and his bunny, turning the lights out behind me. Sitting down back in my chair at the table, with Charlie’s bunny in my lap, I sit there reading my book. After losing track of time, I whip my head at the sound of a THUMP. My mouth drops in amazement, Charlie fell asleep writing and faceplant into the table, poor guy, and he is still sleeping. I set my book and the bunny on the table so I could check on Charlie.
Luckily his head was not far from the table when it fell, there was only a red mark that would away after an hour or so. Glancing at my phone, “Yup, it is way past your bedtime little sir.” With a very delicate touch, I go to pick him up. Once I got him settled in my arms, his head laying on my shoulder, I noticed his diaper was wet. His diaper still had a way to go to be fully saturated, but he definitely did a number on it. “I am impressed buddy, going potty in your diaper without getting up,” I whisper to him as I start to walk to the living room.
As if Charlie heard me, he seemed to reply in gibberish, the only thing comprehendible was the word ‘chair’. Before I walked up the stairs I looked down at Charlie, was he awake? “Buddy, you awake,” I softly ask. . . Nope, still out cold. With a deep breath, I make my way up the stairs, hoping that he does not wake halfway up. Luck was on my side tonight, I made it upstairs and all the way into the bedroom without him waking up. It has been a while since I was able to carry him up without waking up, let us see if I can finish the job without him waking.
I very carefully laid him down on his back where he normally lays, letting his head rest on his pillow. With a thief’s precision, I gently start to tug his shorts off to gain access to his wet diaper. ‘Perfect, now comes the hard part’ I tell myself mentally. I toss the shorts on the trunk next to the diaper bag before retrieving a fresh diaper for Charlie to sleep in. He may be already passed out, but he still deserves a fresh butt to start the night in. With hard work, determination, and lots of Mommy magic I was able to get Charlie into a fresh diaper without waking up, though it did take longer than normal but that is to be expected.
With Charlie all tucked in bed in nothing but his diaper and t-shirt, I made haste and quietly exited the room, making my way back to the kitchen. I look down at Charlie’s work and flip through the five full pages filled with words. Not too bad, he is off to a good start, though he is not finished. Leaving his notepad of paper and pencil where he left, I grabbed both of our cups and put them in the dishwasher for later. I was about to turn the light off before my mind started to wander. As much as I would like to think Charlie is going to sleep the whole night, I know better. He is going to be up obscenely early and unable to go back to sleep. But I had an Idea.
I pull my phone out and send a text out to Jessica.
Jennifer: Hey are you still awake?
As I wait for Jessica to respond I start to put my plan together. I pull out Charlie’s bottle from last night and give it a good wash before setting it on the counter. Taking out the milk from the fridge and the honey from the pantry, I start filling up Charlie’s bottle. BUZZ, BUZZ. I set the milk down on the counter and reach for my phone.
Jessica: Yup, of course I am up. What are you and Shortcake doing? Did he get in trouble?
Jennifer: Of course, he did, wait, how did you know?
Jessica: I asked him a few questions when you went to the bathroom. Shortcake cannot lie very well if you know what I mean.
Jennifer: Yup, his power of deception is not strong.
Jennifer: Back to the point of my late text. . . Do you still have that baby gate you said I could borrow?
Jessica: Of course, I don’t have my dog anymore so I have no use for it. You can have it for all I care… But I thought you said Charlie would just climb over it.
Jennifer: He probably will but I am going to try and put it up at the top of the stairs.
Jessica: That sounds like a plan, but what is stopping him from just taking it down?
Jennifer: Nothing…but I still want to try. Would you mind bringing it over tonight?
Jessica: No worries, be right there.
Jennifer: Please don’t ring the doorbell, just come on in.
Jessica: Oh, is my little shortcake asleep already?
Jennifer: He is out like a light. He fell asleep writing his essay at the table and faceplanted on the table, did not wake up.
Jessica: OMG, I will be over in a sec.
With that taken care of, I put the milk and honey away, put the cap on Charlie’s bottle, and gave it a gentle shake. With his bottle made I started looking for his insulated lunchbox. “Ah, there you are,” I say out loud. I place it on the counter and do a test fit to make sure that the bottle will fit. “Perfect,” I say vocalizing my success. Next is the ice packs to keep his milk cold and fresh. “One and two, oh, oh, will it fit? Perfect Got all three in there, look at me go,” I tell myself. ‘What, what? Am I talking to myself? Who cares, who doesn’t verbalize their internal monolog when they are alone?’ I think to myself happily.
Eager to see if my plan would work, I started to smile. I turn to the cabinets to grab a small snack to stuff in the cooler, Ah peanut butter crackers, that will be perfect. With his cooler all packed I go to the office and sit down at the desk, grab a few small pieces of paper, and start writing notes for Charlie to find. Before long I heard a noise at the front door and got up to go investigate.
“Jennifer? It’s me,” I heard Jessica say in a loud hushed voice from the front door.
Emerging from the office and stepping into the living room I smile and wave Jessica in. “You are amazing, thank you so much,” I tell her as I help her close the door behind her.
Jessica smiled and sat down at the somewhat large baby gate. “Here yah go, one grade a quality baby gate,” she says in a humourism tone. “So, tell me what happened when you two got home, is this essay a part of a punishment?” she asked inquisitively.
I smile back at her and say, “How about you come over for breakfast in the morning and I tell you all about it? Plus, I am sure Charlie would love to see you again.” I start to grab the baby gate from Jessica before I ask a question myself, “So what kind of dog did you have?”
Jessica chuckled, “Oh it was a great Dane. The silly dog would not jump so I just needed a baby gate big enough for him not to step over. But I let my boyfriend when we split up.”
“You and Tom split up?” I asked.
Jessica responded, “With me moving halfway across the country he could not follow me. It’s no big deal, we are still friends, due to circumstances it just did not work out. Plus, our pooch was more attached to him than me.” She then smiled and added, “Well let me let you go before I cause Shortcake up there to wake up.”
“Well thank you again, see you in the morning,” I told her as I watched her leave. With a big smile on my face, I look down. ‘This will work better than I thought’ I think to myself. I carry the baby gate upstairs and set it up at the top of the stairs. The baby gate was about to my waist in height and had a door in the middle of it that made it easy for a person to swing open and go through, granted they knew how to open it.
With it all set up I leave it open and head back downstairs to collect Charlie’s lunchbox, his bunny, and the notes I wrote. Before going back up I turn the lights off and make sure all the doors are locked. Securing the little door on the baby gate shut, I placed my first note directly on the baby gate itself for Charlie to find and then headed to the bedroom. When I shut the light off in the hall the little night light starts to glow, making me smile as I gently open the bedroom door and slip in quietly. With stealth, precision, and the glow of the nightlight I had placed for Charlie in the bedroom I was able to put the lunch pail by the door with its note placed on top. The last note was put in the lunch pail with Charlie’s late-night snack.
After a quick survey of the room to make sure everything was in place, I tossed my shirt and shorts on the truck at the foot of our bed and then crawled into bed next to Charlie. I placed the bunny in Charlie’s arms, who was now laying on his side facing outward. With a loving kiss on his cheek, I pull my baby husband close and close my eyes. Before my mind started to slip, I moved my hand down to check and see how Charlie’s diaper was doing. ‘Good job buddy, still dry. Though I doubt that will be the same story in the morning,’ I think to myself before falling asleep.
***
I feel Jen’s arms wrapped around me tightly and something soft in my arms. As my mind started to become more alert, I realized I was holding my bunny, Jen must have put it there for me. It was not the first time I woke up in the middle of the night seemingly trapped by the clutches of my beautifully strong wife. With practiced grace I slip out of Jen’s arms, leaving the fuzzy bunny for her to hold, and slowly stand up making sure to stay quiet. I look down to see my shorts gone and my diaper soggy. ‘Did I go to bed wet? Or did Jen change me and then wet in my sleep?’ I thought to myself. Regardless there was nothing I could do, I was stuck in this diaper till Jen woke up, and for what happened yesterday I was not about to break the rules again this soon.
Being light as a mouse, I stepped to the door and opened it so I could make my way over to the stairs and down to the kitchen. When I reached the top of the stairs I was blocked by, “a baby gate,” I whispered a bit too loud. With a brief pause, I look back to the bedroom to see if I woke Jen up. Satisfied with hearing nothing but the gentle winds outside I turned back to my roadblock and noticed a note.
My Loving Little Husband.
I would tell you to come back to bed but I know that is hard for you to do, so I did you a favor and already made you a snack, look just inside the bedroom door and you will see your Insulated lunchbox. Trust me you will be surprised.
P.S. Do you like the gate? It was a gift from Jessica, you can tell her thank you tomorrow.
I roll my eyes and check the baby gate, ‘Really Jen,’ I think to myself. After my inspection, I realized I was not going to be able to figure out how to open it without making a ruckus, and I was not going to wake Jen up. Climbing over it was also a no-go, I was not about to fall down the stairs, hurt myself, and wake up Jen. That would be a nightmare, probably for Jen as much as it would for me. Could you imagine waking up to a sudden and loud crash and a thud, finding your husband in a jumbled mess at the bottom of the stairs groaning in pain and humiliation, yah I would be hung out to dry on that note.
I went back to the bedroom to investigate the snack Jen packed for me. With a quick search, I found the pale, guess I overlooked this on my way out the first time. I picked up the note I spotted on the lunch box and read it.
Good job at finding me!
Lookie Baby, I have a little late-night treat for you. I hope you like what I packed.
Also don’t be cross about the gate, if you have not seen it yet, go look by the stairs. It is not going to be used all the time but you are not done with your essay and you know that means no fun till you are finished.
I shook my head, even in her sleep she was going to make this difficult. Even though a snack is a snack, I just hope that it is either cookies or candy, and I know where she hides them both. As I open the box I spot three things, the bottle filled with I assume the same stuff as last time, peanut butter crackers, and another note. It would not be my first pick but Jen knows what I like, and I will give her credit for that. I open the package of crackers and shove the first one in my mouth before picking up the note.
Surprise!
Baby, before you tell me no, take a breath and think, you can’t tell me you enjoyed it last time. Plus, by the time you finish the peanut butter cookies, you will need a drink. Just grab your bottle and crawl back into bed. Don’t worry about waking me up, I will be happy to cuddle with you.
And just like that she has trapped me. I shove another cracker in my mouth, sit down by the door, and think about what just happened. Did my Mommy outthink me? I mean I can get down the stairs but like I mentioned earlier, it will probably lead to me waking Mommy up. I finish eating my crackers by the door, putting my notes Mommy left me and my trash in the lunch box when I am done.
Regrettably, I picked up the bottle, staring at it before I popped the cap covering the nipple off and put it back into the lunchbox before getting back up and moving back to the bed. Instead of my side, I went to her side to try and peek at her phone, I wanted to know what time it was. I was standing there next to the bed, my bottle in my left hand at my side and my right hand about to touch the screen of Mommy’s phone.
“Don’t even think about it mister,” I heard Mommy’s voice say as she lay there motionless.
I looked over my shoulder with wide eyes, Is she awake? I dared not move, my only thought was if I stayed still enough Mommy T-rex would just not see me and go back to sleep. This right here is why I go downstairs, I never want to wake her up because . . . . .
I see Mommy somehow move with lightning speed. She rolled over and snatched me up like a helpless goat trapped in the jaws of a dinosaur. Luckily my Mommy T-rex loved me and would not eat me. . . I think. “Did you have your crackers?” Mommy asked with her eyes shining down on me as she held me tight. With me in a comfortable position cuddling up to her and touching her soft skin, she gently takes the bottle out of my hands.
“Yes, Mommy. Thank You,” I say, though while I still had my mouth open, she gently shoved the bottle in my mouth.
“Hush, no more talking.” She said holding my bottled up. “Just be still and enjoy the moment.”
With not much choice or anything better to do, I accept my position and melt in her arms, washing down my peanut butter crackers with the sweat honey milk Mommy made for me. About halfway through the bottle, I closed my eyes just to relax, then I did what I thought was not possible, I drifted back to sleep.
The End of Descent into Diapers – Chapter Ten.
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