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CHAPTER 20 Three years had passed since Sara and Anna had moved to the countryside together. During that time, the small farm had blossomed into new life. The fields yielded larger harvests each year, new windows had been installed in the house, and raspberry bushes and colorful flowers had been planted around the apple trees. Anna and Sara had learned together how to care for the farm. Anna taught herself to drive the tractor and look after the machinery and equipment needed for the work. Sara managed communication with local grocery stores and private customers; potato sales grew year by year, and they had expanded their cultivation to include other root vegetables as well. Anna and Sara had grown together. They learned more about each other constantly and, over time, managed to heal both their own wounds and each other's. And now—on the first Saturday of June—the apple trees were blooming in honor of the wedding. There were about a dozen guests. Suvi had arrived the day before to help with the preparations; she had kept in touch with Anna and had gradually become friends with Sara as well. Sara's parents were also there, along with a few neighbors they had gotten to know over the years. Joppe did not receive an invitation—Anna had called him occasionally but felt no need to be more involved. She no longer held a grudge, but the weight of the past was simply too heavy to carry. Anna didn't want her father to walk her down the aisle—not that there ever was an aisle. Sara and Anna had married privately at the registry office, and the wedding reception was held a week later in their own yard. Sara's dress was white, long, and simple. Beautifully embroidered lace fell over her shoulders, and the hem swept lightly across the grass. Under her dress, Sara wore a pink tape-on diaper. It had been Anna's idea—or actually Sara's, but she had needed Anna to say it out loud. The thick diaper made Sara feel small and carefree—Anna's own girl. She had worn diapers every night for several years and occasionally during the day as well. Diapers were now a permanent part of Sara, and she no longer wanted to change that. On the contrary, she was proudly a little one. Anna's dress was also white and simple. It had a wider neckline than Sara's, but otherwise it was almost identical. The wedding guests applauded as Anna and Sara exchanged their short vows and danced a tender wedding dance that ended with a gentle kiss. There was no other program. The couple enjoyed a delicious dinner with their guests and reveled in the company of their small circle of friends. The day was beautiful and modest in just the right way—Anna and Sara had wanted old-fashioned, down-to-earth celebrations where atmosphere mattered more than lavish surroundings. The wedding was exactly like the couple themselves. As if by mutual agreement, the guests left as the sun was setting, leaving Sara and Anna alone beneath the strings of lights hanging in the apple trees. The yard was quiet. A nightingale sang somewhere in the distance, but neither of them saw the bird. The lovers sat on the garden swing, holding hands, each lost in their own thoughts. "Let's go to bed," Anna finally said in a low voice, brushing a lock of hair from Sara's forehead behind her ear. "I was waiting for you to suggest that." They walked inside, hand in hand, and locked the front door. The hallway floor creaked beneath their steps. Through the kitchen window, they could see the darkening yard and the two apple trees, which looked like large white figures. The bedroom was dark, but they didn't turn on the lights. Sara stood by the bedroom window; Anna walked up behind her and slowly unzipped her dress. The wedding gown slid down slowly and silently. Sara stepped out of the dress and turned to face Anna. She was now wearing only the pink diaper, which she had soaked quite thoroughly during the reception. "Wow," Anna said admiringly, then turned around. Now it was Sara's turn to unzip Anna's dress. Her hands trembled, but finally she managed to open the white zipper. "You're so beautiful," Sara said quietly. Anna didn't answer. She took Sara's hand and led her to the bed, which was covered with a large, lace bedspread. "Anna," Sara whispered as soon as they had settled into each other's arms on the bed. "What?" "Could you breastfeed me?" "Of course." Anna spread her arms and opened her warm embrace to Sara. The girl pressed her face against Anna's large breasts, parted her narrow lips, and took the nipple into her mouth. She sucked carefully at first, then more boldly. Anna had breastfed Sara many times before, but this time something entirely new happened. When Sara sucked for the third time, warm, sweet liquid burst into her mouth. It was milk. Anna's breast milk. Sara sucked again in disbelief and received another mouthful of milk. "Is it coming from…" Anna asked, her voice trembling as a tear of emotion rolled down her cheek. She had dreamed for a long time of being able to nurse Sara at her breast, and now that dream had come true. "Best wedding gift ever," Sara laughed softly, then pressed her face back to Anna's breasts and continued to suck. More milk came, more and more easily, as Anna's hands moved through Sara's hair, stroking her head. "My little one," Anna whispered gently. "My own little girl." Anna breastfed Sara for a long time. Eventually, the girl grew tired and settled into her arms to lie down. Sara listened to Anna's heartbeat, her steady breathing, and felt loved. "We did it," Sara finally said, happy and proud. "Did what?" "Survived. Came here. Loved." "And we'll keep going for a long time." Anna wrapped her arms tighter around Sara and kissed her on the forehead. "Now sleep, little one." "But I'm not tired." "Yes, you are." "I'm not." "You are." Sara smiled. "Okay. Maybe a little." They laughed together for a moment, then Anna pulled the blanket over them. The lovers pressed even closer to each other and kissed one last time. "Good night, darling." "Good night." THE END -
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Chapter 13: After the bottle, Jill gave Jack a quick check, her hands gentle and practiced. “All good,” she said with a small smile, brushing a hand over his outfit. “You can go play.” Jack nodded, a little more confident now. He climbed down from the stroller, clutching Trike for a moment before setting both plushies safely inside. Then he waddled back toward the playground. This time, he moved with more purpose. He climbed the jungle gym slowly but steadily, concentrating as he placed each hand and foot. At the top, he paused, looking out over the park before making his way across. The monkey bars were harder—he couldn’t quite manage them the way the older kids did—but he tried, hanging for a second before dropping down with a soft thud. Jill and Mrs. Turner watched from nearby, both smiling. “He’s really pushing himself,” Mrs. Turner said quietly. Jill nodded. “Yeah… he is.” Jack made his way over to the swings next, climbing up with a bit of effort before settling in. He kicked his legs slightly, letting the swing move back and forth. For a moment, everything felt good again. Then he noticed them. A couple of kids standing off to the side, watching him. At first, he tried to ignore it. But then one of them spoke. “Why are you dressed like that?” Jack froze slightly. Another voice followed. “Yeah… what’s that?” He felt it instantly—that tight, sinking feeling in his chest. His hands gripped the swing chains a little tighter. “It’s just… clothes,” he said quietly, his voice unsure. The kids exchanged looks. “It looks like baby stuff,” one of them said, a hint of teasing creeping in. Jack’s face warmed, his stomach twisting. “It’s not—” he tried, but the words didn’t come out the way he wanted. His voice felt small, stuck. The attention felt too big. Too sharp. “I just… like it,” he managed, but even that sounded weak to his own ears. The kids didn’t say anything else, but the moment had already landed. Jack’s eyes dropped, his confidence slipping away fast. Why did they have to say that… The feeling hit him again—stronger this time. His body tensed, the stress and embarrassment mixing together all at once. Not now… But it was already happening. He froze on the swing for a second, then quickly climbed down, his movements unsteady. His diaper sagged slightly under his clothes, and he could feel it—heavy, noticeable. His eyes stung. He didn’t want to be there anymore. Without saying anything, he turned and started waddling away, his steps quick but uneven as he searched for Jill and Mrs. Turner. By the time he reached them, his face said everything—puffy eyes, tear tracks, lips trembling as he tried to hold it together. Jill stood immediately. “Hey… hey, what happened?” Jack shook his head, unable to explain, the tears spilling over again. Mrs. Turner’s expression softened. She understood enough just from looking at him. “It’s okay,” she said gently. Then, after a brief pause, she added, “Would you like me to help you get cleaned up this time?” Jack hesitated. He looked at Jill first. Jill gave him a small, reassuring nod. “It’s okay,” she said softly. Then he looked back at Mrs. Turner. There was that same pause as before—but shorter this time. “Otay…” he whispered. Mrs. Turner smiled gently. “Alright. I’ve got you.” ⸻ She led him to a quieter spot, setting up carefully just like Jill would. Her movements were calm, unhurried, giving Jack time to settle. “Here,” she said softly, offering his pacifier and placing one of his plushies in his hands. “You can hold onto this.” Jack took them, gripping tightly as he lay back. Mrs. Turner worked gently, speaking softly here and there—not too much, just enough to keep him grounded. “You’re doing just fine,” she murmured. Jack watched her for a moment, then relaxed a little. She’s… gentle, he noticed. Like Mommy… The embarrassment was still there, but it didn’t feel as overwhelming now. When she finished, she made sure everything was comfortable, adjusting his clothes neatly. “There we go,” she said, helping him sit up. “All set.” Jack looked down, then back at her, giving a small nod. “Fank you,” he said quietly. “You’re very welcome,” she replied. ⸻ Jill waited nearby, her expression soft as they returned. She gave Jack a gentle hug before settling him back into the stroller. “You okay?” she asked. Jack nodded faintly, already looking tired now. It had been a lot. Playing, emotions, everything in between—it all added up. Jill tucked Flopsy and Trike back around him, making sure he was comfortable. Mrs. Turner stepped closer, resting a hand lightly on the stroller handle. “He had a big afternoon,” she said softly. “He did,” Jill agreed. They shared a quiet moment before Mrs. Turner straightened slightly. “I should get going,” she said. “But I’ll be in touch about the party—and the playground set.” Jill smiled. “Thank you. For everything today.” Mrs. Turner looked down at Jack. “Take care, sweetheart.” Jack gave a small, sleepy wave. “Bye…” With that, she headed off, leaving Jill and Jack alone again. ⸻ Jill adjusted her grip on the stroller and started the walk home. The energy from earlier had faded. Now, everything felt slower, quieter. Jack leaned back, his eyes heavy, one hand loosely holding onto Trike while Flopsy rested against his side. I’m tired… he thought, blinking slowly. Jill glanced down at him, her expression soft. “Nap time soon,” she said gently. Jack didn’t respond—just sank further into the seat, letting the motion of the stroller carry him. It had been a full day. And he was ready to rest. -
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Nice job. They clearly are both at the base of the learning curve, when it comes to choosing diapers. A couple of messy accidents in thin daytime pullups will change this.
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