Descent into Diapers – Chapter Thirteen
Jen’s parent’s house was not that far, about a twenty-minute drive from our house, but Jen added one very embarrassing pit stop at a store. “Are you sure you want to stay in the SUV?” Jen asked a second time to make sure I did not change my mind.
“Yes, I do not need to pick out my pull-up, I will be grateful for whatever you pick,” I told her, fully embarrassed she would even think I would want to come in with her. However, my last comment seemed to put a peculiar smile on her face.
“Really? I get to pick whatever designs I think are the cutest. Even the cute princess ones?” she asked in a way to excited voice.
My eyes got big when I processed what she said, “What? I thought I was getting just regular adult pull-ups?” I said confused.
Jen just busted up laughing, “Baby, you are small enough to fit plenty well in the youth pull-up, plus they are so much better than the adult ones. And they are cuter too,” she said trying to calm herself from her laughing fit. “But I promise to get the boy ones, I don’t need you giving me any more reasons not to wear them.”
I still could see her giggling as she left me in the SUV to go into the store. Unfortunately, I still did not have my phone and she took her purse and phone in with her, so I was stuck just sitting and waiting. It only took a couple of songs on the radio before I saw Jen walking back with a bag in her hands. The pull-ups were covered by the bag they sat in when she deposited them in the back seat before hopping back in the driver’s seat. I tried to see what design she picked out before I turned to look at her when I heard her buckle up and put the SUV in gear. “Only one pack?” I asked.
Jen pulled out of the parking lot and back on track to her parents’ house. “Don’t worry, if you need more, I will get you more,” she said in response to my question. “Your pull-ups are a little bit easier to get at the store than your diapers I like you in. Also, remember, your pull-ups are just a stepping stone to help in your diaper training,” she said, reminding me of our earlier conversation.
“I remember Mommy,” I said with a sigh, turning my head to look at the road. “And I am I am to come to you when I need to use the potty.” I felt Jen rub my knee to try and comfort me.
“Are you ok, Charlie,” Jen asked, stealing a glance at me before her eyes turned back to the road. “You seem a little unsettled, do you not want to wear the pull-ups?” she asked with a cautious voice.
I waited a moment before responding, “Doe’s Mr. Calegari really know I wear diapers and pee the bed?” I said, answering her question with another question.
“Oh, that is what this is about,” Jen said, realizing my nervousness. “To be blunt, yes, daddy knows about your bedwetting. He also knows you are adult enough to own up and take care of your issues,” Jen said, trying to stay honest with me.
Her honesty was comforting but still, I was nervous to confront him again. I looked down and put my tiny hands on hers which was still resting on my knee, “He even knows about. . .” I said, starting to trail off in my thoughts.
“Baby,” she started to gently say, bringing my attention back to her with a soft squeeze on my knee. “He knows everything, and he knows how much joy and happiness you bring me.” I just stared at Jen, taking in her beauty and confidence. “Don’t worry my little one, I will be with you, and if I get too distracted talking to my mother, you will also have Alice there too.”
I took comfort in Jen, she was my rock, I am not sure I could do this without her. I don’t think I would do it without her, to be honest. Before I knew it, we were pulling up the long driveway to Calegari’s estate, it never failed to impress me every time I was here. Jen’s parents did not live in the largest house on the street, but they did not live in the smallest. As the SUV came to a stop, I waited for Jen to kill the engine before undoing my seatbelt and hopping out. Jen was there waiting for me on the other side of the vehicle, waiting for me to grab her free hand. My diaper bag which I seemed to have forgotten was slung over Jen’s other shoulder with her purse, being held in place with her other hand. She just smiled at me before leading up to the front door, which magically opened at the same time we reached it, showing a very excited Mrs. Calegari holding the door. Mr. Calegari was there, calm, cool, and collected like he always was.
“Isabella, you need to calm down, if he runs away, I will blame you,” I heard Nichola say. He was even taller than Jen and Alice, standing at a whopping six foot three inches and well-built for his age. He dressed in khakis and one of his golf shirts, with well-groomed salt and pepper hair. There was no question about where Jen got her height from.
I watched Isabella take her eyes off me and give Nichola an evil glare before retorting, “You better be careful before you find yourself eating on the back patio by yourself!” Isabella was almost an older twin to my wife, outside of a few aging lines. I had also never seen one grey hair on Isabella’s head which added to your youthful look, though I am nearly positive it was her persistence that kept it that way. Isabella was closer to five foot ten inches with a slender frame, supporting a floral dress, cut like Jen’s but with no sleeves.
I watched Nichola roll his eyes before muttering, “Only if that was true.”
“Hush you,” Isabella said before turning back to Jen and me. “Now don’t you two look just darling, come on in and relax. Jennifer how was the drive?” she started to say before taking a breath to continue nagging Jen. “I saw Charlie get out of the front seat, why is he not sitting in the back? He is still too small for that, let alone your persistence in not putting him in the car seat I gave you.”
Isabella did let us get through the door, shutting it behind us, but I could see the irritation in Jen’s eyes when she heard what her mother was saying. As far as me, Isabella commented here or there in the past about me being too small for the front seat, but I did not know she went as far as getting me a car seat, that was new to me. As I was about to look to see where Nichola was going I felt Jen firmly pull me behind her. “Mother please, I told you do not smother him,” Jen said firmly to Isabella.
From my view behind Jen, I saw Isabella look appalled to hear her daughter talk to her that way, “You have me hold my tongue all these years and now that you finally pull the veil I still can not talk about little Charlie as your baby boy?”
“Yes, the veil is lifted, and he knows that you are aware that he is my little and I am his Mommy. . .” I heard Jen start to say quickly in an even tone before getting interrupted.
“Which makes me Grammy, and I want to smother my little Charlie,” Isabella said, cutting Jen off.
Suddenly I felt myself being pulled away from Jen. With a quick startled glance in my captor’s direction, I noticed it was Alice pulling me away from the two arguing titans. I glanced back at Jen quickly before Alice caught my attention again. “You don’t want to say there, squirt, I promise you that. That conversation was years in the making,” Alice said with the same level of annoyance as I had seen in Nichola, leading me to another room.
“Conversation? Sounds more like a fight if you ask me.” I said looking back over my shoulder, losing sight of Jen. Once I looked forward again, I started to realize that Alice was taking Nichola’s large study. I kept a hold of Alice’s hand out of habit that Jen instilled in me, but it let me look around the massive room without watching where I was walking. This room had books lining the walls with beautiful French doors capable of closing off the back more formal office portion from the more relaxed lounging part that you first walk into. The room was currently fully open, showcasing the expensive matching furniture, warming the air with its deep earthy colors.
I felt Alice stop before noticing that this was also the same room Nickola escaped to. I quickly pulled my hand from Alice’s, causing her to giggle as she sat down in one of the three cushy chairs that sat in a half circle in front of Nichola’s large oak desk. Nickola was walking over to the corner where he kept his scotch. “I rescued Squirt here from the two raptors there in your front room,” I heard Alice say to her father. I glanced at Alice before turning my attention back to Nichola, watching him pour the amber liquid into three glasses.
“Well good, you just may have saved Charlie here from needing an early diaper change,” I heard Nichola say in response before grabbing all three glasses of scotch and walking over to where Alice sat, and I stood. His comment threw me off a bit, but it confirmed that he knew all about my little secret.
“I doubt it is that bad, though it did seem pretty intense,” I said, joining in on the conversation. Jen had always reassured me that Nichola liked me, but I still liked to keep a healthy level of respect for him, especially since I knew my career was literally in his hands due to his funding half of my company’s start-up cost.
Nichola handed me the first glass before turning to his daughter and giving her a glass. “You don’t understand the gravity of the situation and the intensity of our wives,” he said before sitting down next to Alice in one of the cushy chairs.
I sat down in the last of the three cushy chairs, on the other side of Alice, before holding up the glass of scotch and saying, “Thanks Mr. Calegari,”
Nichola was quick to respond to me in a firm tone, “Mr. Finlay, how many times do I have to tell you, please call me by my first name outside of work.”
I held an even face and said, “Sorry, Nichola, I did not mean to let it slip.” Both of us knew it was no slip, but me just trying to be respectful, he had been trying to get me to loosen up for years. He has resorted to calling me Mr. Finlay, what I consider my father’s name, to match my stubbornness.
After a small sip of his drink, Nichola went on to say, “So, Alice here tells me you are finally taking some time off for yourself.” I assumed that Nichola was not interested in the details of the past few days and was just trying to make small talk. He also always took an interest in my career, and with Alice being my business partner it was only natural for him to know that I was getting forced to take time off.
“Yeah, Jen and Alice finally convinced me to take some time off, though I am still not sure what to do. Jen is working from home more but still working while I am off, I doubt I will be going anywhere,” I said with a smile and a little bit of a chuckle.
“Hah,” Alice said laughing, making Nichola and Me look at her. “There was no convincing about it, Jen scolded you on taking care of yourself and how you should take time for yourself outside of work,” she said to me before sipping on her drink and turning to her father. “I even had to take his keys and practically kick him out. He was originally going to start vacation on Thursday but said he needed to come in on Friday and tidy things up.”
“Well, I can understand that. The man has found his passion, it’s hard to pull away from something like that,” Nichola said to Alice before turning to me. “But my girls are right, it’s important to not burn yourself out. Isabella practically did the same when I was your age and trying to make a name for myself at the law firm.”
“No worries, I am far from burnt out, but I will make sure to heed your advice,” I said in response to Nichola. However, I am sure if he knew the whole picture of my situation, he would not compare it so closely. “And Jen did not scold me, we had a conversation,” I said to Alice trying to soften her blunt truth about my one-sided conversation with Jen.
“Charlie, I thought you liked Scotch?” Nichola said, questioning why I hadn’t touched my drink.
I was about to say something before Alice started to talk before I could, “Did you not get permission from Jennifer to drink tonight?” she asked me.
“I do not need ‘permission’,” I said to Alice with a sarcastic scowl. I softened my face before telling them both confidently, “I told Jen I would let her know before I drank alcohol.”
I watched as Nichola just chuckled. “You don’t have to worry, Jennifer made sure to email Isabella and me a copy of the rules you two are following. Consider your self-granted permission,”
I froze for a second, processing his words, before taking a drink of scotch to ease my nerves and keep myself from blushing. “Of course,” was all I could say, shaking my head in disbelief. I felt Alice’s hand on my knee, keeping me from clamming up.
“Charlie, Dad has always known about you and Jen’s little dynamic,” Alice started to tell me, using my name to make sure I knew she was sincere. “Dad does not care; he sees how happy you make my sister. He is just trying to make light of the situation to ease the tension.”
“To be honest Charlie,” Nichola started to say to get my attention, “It’s not me you need to worry about, I know you are a good man.” I watched him take another sip of scotch before adding, “Isabella on the other hand, is who you need to be concerned with.”
I followed suit and took another drink myself before diving back into the conversation, “Ya, I heard a little bit of before Alice dragged me away” I could only smile at the position I was finding myself in, “Dinner is going to be interesting isn’t it.”
I see Nichola open his mouth but then turn his head toward the door, Alice and I do the same. We all watched as Isabella came strolling in with a dignified smile on her face, that was till she saw the glass of amber liquid in my hands. “What are you drinking young man?” she asked me. Without giving me one second to answer, she turned to Nichola and said, “Did you give him alcohol?”
“Yes Isabella, I gave my son-in-law alcohol,” Nichola said bluntly without flinching.
Isabella turned back to me and quickly quizzed me, “Did you ask your mommy first?” I was only slightly stunned and was quickly searching for the right answer to defuse the situation.
“Isabella, I permitted him,” Nichola said as he got up to pour a second glass of scotch. “And to be honest, the poor man is going to need it.”
I was thankful for Nichola taking the heat off me, Isabell turned back to him to rebuttal his remark, “What do you mean he is going to need it?” Isabella apparently did not want to wait for a response, she turned back to me took my glass from my hand, and gave it to Alice. “You and your father are being a bad influence on little Charlie,” she said directing her comment to Alice. Isabella turned to grab my hand and pulled me to my feet, “Come on sweety, those two are only going to get you into trouble.”
Isabella may have been a lot smaller the Jen, but I still could not pull my hand from her grip. I looked to Alice to save me, but she did not move, and when I looked back to Nichola he was still busying himself with his drink. I tried to lengthen my stride to keep up with Isabella, but she did not slow down till we were out of the study. “Do you know where Jen is?” I asked my mother-in-law, trying not to sound nervous.
Isabella slowed down to a slow walk and looked down at me, “Stop being disrespectful, your ‘Mommy’ is in the kitchen helping me cook. I was going to come in and ask you if you wanted a snack before dinner but since clearly can not be trusted with those two, you can come hand out with your Mommy and Grammy.” Isabella just smiled at me and kept my hand in hers as she led the way.
Was I hearing this right, did she expect me to call her Grammy? I was going to need to talk to Jen about this, I know she and Alice mentioned it but still. As I followed Isabella, the same question started to repeat itself in my head, did he not see me as an adult? I know I was a bit on the short side, but I am a grownup. Nichola and Alice treated me as an adult and so did Jen, outside of our unique relationship. After following Isabella through a couple of doors I finally spotted Jen, and true to her word, was in the kitchen. Once I saw her, I tried to free my hand once more but was still stuck in Isabella’s grasp. We stopped just inside the door, but as Jen saw me, she started to dry her hands off and make her way to us.
“Little Charlie, do you have something to say to your Mommy?” Isabella told me as a statement more than a question. I only took my eyes off Jen to look at Isabella confused. “Tell Mommy what you were drinking,” she instructed me.
I looked at Jen with longing eyes, my strong and assertive demeanor slowly fading. “Mommy, I was drinking scotch with Nichola and Alice,” I informed Jen, trying to give her the whole picture.
“Did you get your own glass or did my father give you a glass?” Jen asked me gently, trying to get more information.
“It does not matter Jennifer, he did not ask your permission,” Isabella answered for me flatly. Jen did not even take her eyes off me, she just waited for me to answer her.
“It was given to me,” I told her honestly. My nerves were starting to ease as I saw Jen’s eyes soften.
Jen just smiled and turned her head to her mother, “I don’t see any issue, Daddy gave him the drink, and they normally have a drink or two anyway on Sundays.” As Jen said that I felt the grip on my hand loosen. I took my freedom and stepped beside Jen, to be honest, I wanted to hide behind her, but I refused to let Isabella see me as weak. Jen put her arm around me and continued to talk, “Mom, we just got done having this conversation. Charlie is ‘My’ husband, and ‘My’ little. Not yours, you will respect that and quit being extra.” I watched Jen shut Isabella down, she then turned to me, “Baby, will you please go get Daddy and Alice, and tell them that dinner is ready?”
I looked Jen in the eye and told her, “Yes, Ma’am.”
But before I could step off Jen held onto my shoulder and bent down to whisper in my ear, “I can tell your diaper is still dry, take this time to potty.” She let me go and sent me on my way with a gentle pat on the butt.
As I exited the kitchen and made my back to the study, I tried to take Jen’s suggestion. I did not need to pee, but it was not like I could go, so I just took a breath and tried to walk a little slower. There was not much time between the kitchen and the study, so I knew I was going to have to make things work if I was going to do this. I was near the door to the study when I just stopped and closed my eyes and did my best to just let go. It was easier to do at home, but I was currently by myself, so I tried to just be in the moment Eventually, I was able to feel things starting and getting warm, I did not need to go much but I made a small dent.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Nichola and Alice standing in front of me, coming out of the study. I stood there like a deer in the headlight, “You going potty, squirt?” Alice asked as she approached me, placing her hand on the front of my crotch feeling my freshly wet diaper. “Good job,” she praised as she tussled my hair and walked past me towards the kitchen.
My head followed her as she passed, still in a bit of shock at what I just did in front of them. Well, I am more embarrassed that I did it in front of Nichola, which made me turn back to him to see him wink at me. “Good job, buddy, Jen will be pleased,” he said as grabbed my shoulder to spin me around. Nichola kept his hand on my back, guiding me along, though his pace was a lot more manageable than Isabella’s, despite our massive height difference. “I hope Isabella was not mean to you, she does mean well,” he said gently as we walked together.
“By the way, dinner is done,” I tried to say confidently.
Nichola just chuckled, “We figured it had to be close to being done, that is why Alice and I have come out to investigate.”
“Don’t lie, Dad,” Alice said in front of us. “You were worried Mom was tormenting your poor little Charlie.”
It was hard to stay resilient with that comment. I could not help but look up to see Nichola’s face, and to my surprise I found him glancing down to give me another wink before looking forward again. This cannot be happening. Alice led us into the dining room where I found Isabella setting the table and Jen bringing in the food that was cooked.
“Everyone hungry?” Isabella asked us all.
I watched Alice put her nose in the air and say, “Is that my sister’s famous garlic potatoes I smell?”
“It all smells wonderful,” Nichola said making his way into the kitchen, leaving me in the dining room with the rest. “What do you want to drink, Charlie?”
I was about to respond before Jen spoke for me, “Don’t worry Daddy, I will get it.” As Jen followed Nichola into the kitchen, I turned to find my normal spot at the large rectangular table. I looked over the spread and found not only my wife’s delicious potatoes but also baked chicken, Brussels sprouts, and fresh rolls. The food all smelled good, but it just looked overwhelming, I was glad that I was able to skip lunch.
Soon everyone made their way to the table, Nichola sat at the head of the table with Isabella to his right and me to his left. Alice sat next to her mother and Jen sat next to me. Jen got us both water to drink, she also let me drink out of a normal cup with no lid. Everyone else was drinking sweet tea, which I did not like, I preferred unsweetened personally, so water was my normal at Sunday dinner.
After Grace was done, I watched everyone start to juggle the food around, filling their plates. When I first started to join them for the Sunday dinners I would fill my own plate, and Isabella often said I did not take enough and forced me to put too much food on my plate, which caused me to not be able to finish all my food. There were quite a few times I was the last one done, with Isabella insisting that I try and eat as much as I could. When Jen started to take a more active role in my eating habits, she also started to help me fill my plate at Sunday dinner, which prevented Isabella from bullying me into putting more food than I could eat on my plate. It did make me feel juvenile, but it was way better than the alternative.
“Would you like a roll, sweetie?” Jen asked me as she started to fill my plate.
“No thanks,” I told her, as I spotted my mother-in-law look at me. Out of the recent events today I was starting to be a bit timid around her. Luckily, I had Jen sitting beside me, I put one of my hands on Jen’s lap, to try and borrow her courage.
“Jennifer, honey, he needs. . .” was all I heard Isabella say before seeing Jen look up at her in a scowl.
“Isabella, this is the last time I am going to say this,” Nichola started to say, making me look in his direction. With an even but firm tone, he went on to say, “Leave the poor boy alone, Jennifer is doing a good job herself in mothering over him. He does not need two nagging women trying to control him.” I watched Jen and Nichola lock eyes after his comment, but no words were exchanged, just a silent argument between two alfas. But the tension in the air did settle and was back at a more normal tone.
Even though I wanted to go hide under a rock due to the recent events, I was still the first one to break the silence. The was only one house rule to follow, no talking about work at Sunday dinner, it was supposed to be about family getting together, not business. “So, Nichola, how is the golf swing coming along.”
After clearing his mouth Nichola responded, “Not too bad, the boys and I did a couple of rounds of eighteen last weekend and almost made the top score.”
“Nice,” I said in between bites of food.
“Yeah, but I am going to need to forgo golfing next weekend. The Porshe started to give me fits the other day, I got to put some time aside to go get it looked at.” Nichola said, apparently not done telling his story.
I noticed Alice perk her ears up, “You broke my Porche?” she said in question.
I about spat my food out at the look Nichola gave Alice. “It’s not your car, and go get your own,” Nichola said as if he were a dragon hoarding his gold.
“Mmm,” Alice grunted, waving her fork as she finished chewing. “I could get my own, but I want yours old man. That one is a collector.” I was not sure what made it a collector, but I did know that the Porche in question was a 1975 Porsche 911 Turbo Carrera, Nichola kept its original white paint job immaculate.
I swallowed my food and said, “You know I have some free time on my hands, I could take a look at it for yah. I could also get my buddy, Adam, to take a look too, he owns a shop across town.”
Nichola smiled at me before responding to my offer, “That’s a tempting offer, but you may want to see what your other half has planned before you start drumming up your own work.”
I just sighed and went to shove the last of the potatoes on my plate into my mouth. I had about a 50/50 shot in her letting me go play mechanic, plus the more I thought about it, I don’t think I would want to be here without Jen with me. After I swallowed my potatoes, I went on to counteroffer, “If take it to a shop at least take it over to Adam and have him look at it. He is a wiz at what he does.” I spotted Isabella wanting to say something but was biting her tongue, though Jen must have seen it as well because I heard her speak up next.
“Please can we move off the topic of cars, and your friend Adam, please,” was all Jen said before I saw her look down and glance at how I was fairing with my food.
“What’s wrong with Adam?” I heard Alice say, questioning Jen’s specific request.
I guess Isabella could not hold out any longer because she was next to pipe up. “This Adam fella is not a good influence. He is replacing good parts with other good parts to make money off people that don’t know better.”
Her comment made me a bit confused; I have known Adam forever; he would not do any of that. Also, how did she know him? “Mother, that is not what I said. You are taking my words and twisting them,” I heard Jen say defensively.
I raised an eyebrow, “What on earth are you to talking about?” I asked confused.
Isabella made sure to look at me when she said, “Your Mommy said you and Adom were replacing a turbo thing in your overpowered race car for another. I tried to convince her multiple times you need to get rid of that thing, it’s too dangerous.”
I just stared at her like she was growing a horn out of her forehead. I knew exactly what she was talking about now. “To clear the air,” I started to say looking around the table, “it was not just replacing a single turbo, Adam helped me upgrade the Voodoo engine in my car so that I could handle twin turbos. I mean yeah, the old turbo was good, but I just wanted to upgrade it and get better performance. However, I had to put a full roll cage in it before I could do that with a five-point seat harness in first by a firm request from Mommy. I would agree though on the race car comment, that much is true. Though I was only ever upside down in my Cj7, but that is a different story.”
I could see the shock on Isabella’s face, not sure if she understood what I said though. “That’s a rather heavy modification,” Nichola said, making me look in his direction.
“Different topic please, before Mother blows a gasket and wraps Charlie in bubble wrap,” Jen said firmly to us all before looking at me. “And you should be leery on such topics around your Grammy.”
Dinner did not last much longer after that, though the conversation was changed and eventually Isabella stopped staring at me. I was not fond of the idea of calling Isabella Grammy, at least not after today. Who knew she was a wolf in a lamb in a sheep disguise? Jen was nice enough to match my eating pace, so I was able to finish at the same time as her, I did not even wait for me to ask to be excused. She simply praised me for finishing, kissed the top of my head, and took our plates to the kitchen. We all did our part in cleaning up and putting the dining room and kitchen back together before anyone relaxed.
“You about ready to go home short stuff,” Jen said, drying her hands after washing the last dish.
I stepped off the stool that I was using to help Jen with dishes and started to push it back by the fridge, where it lived. “I sure am,” I said in my best fake yon. It was only Jen, Isabella, and me in the kitchen, Nichola and Alice decided that cleaning the table was good enough before disappearing and leaving the three of us to finish with leftovers and dishes.
“Charlie does not need to be changed before you leave, does he?” Isabella asked Jen as if I was not there. I will say, she has calmed down a bit after Nichola drew the line at dinner.
I looked up to see Jen smile at me and ask, “What do you think, huh, are you my soggy baby?” I was not sure Jen even wanted me to answer, she wasted no time gently squeezing my diaper to see how wet it was. I did honestly try to go potty more, but I was only able to go a little bit while I was standing next to Jen helping her with dishes, pretending it was just us in the room. “Nope, still got a few miles left, you probably will be ok till we get you home, it’s almost your bedtime Mr.,” she told me with a wink. I was somewhat confident that her wink was meant for the bedtime reference, though I could be wrong.
Jen and I followed Isabella to the front door. We waited for Isabella to go fetch Nichola so we could say our goodbyes. “You know you two don’t need to wait till Sunday to come over,” Isabella said as I followed Jen out the door. “I am sure I could find other things for little Charlie to play with other than that old car Nichola has.”
Yup, I was not coming back without Jen. “We will see Mom,” Jenifer said as she waved goodbye. “Baby, tell Grammy bye,” Jen said, surprising me with my impromptu instructions.
I looked up with questioning eyes only to be met with a gentle smile and a look that said ‘Please don’t fuss’. I took a breath and looked back at Nichola and Isabella, “Bye Grammy, Bye. . .” I started to say before trailing off, did I need to call him something else too?
“Jest Nichola is fine, Charlie,” Nichola responded to my confused face. “My wife is the only one that needs her cute title.”
I smiled returned and finished, “Bye Nichola. I will have Mommy email you Adam’s info.” Nichola responded only with a wave and a nod. I turned around and finally made my way over to the passenger side of the car.
“BACK SEAT YOUNG MAN,” I heard Isabella yell out by the door, making me jump when I opened the passenger door. To my surprise, I saw a car seat in the back that was not there before.
The End of Descent into Diapers – Chapter Thirteen.
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