2011

Chapter 10 – New Desires   I awoke from my nap a little bit grumpy. Not only was I feeling hungry but my nappy now felt cold and damp. I tried to stay as comfortable as possible and waited patiently for Christina to come and change me. I continued waiting for what felt like an eternity but there was still no sign of her. At this point I was feeling miserable and desperately wanted to get out of the crib. I stood up and attempted to lift my leg over the side. To my surprise, the thick padding of the nappy made it very difficult and I began struggling. After a few attempts I gave up and resorted to calling Christina. ‘AUNTIE’, I shouted but still there was nothing. ‘AUNTIE!!’ I shouted even louder. Suddenly, I heard movement and could hear Christina walking up the staircase. As she entered the room she looked at me and grinned. ‘I thought I could hear my baby crying’, she giggled. I wasn’t smiling though. ‘Someone looks a little bit grumpy. What’s wrong?’ she asked in a motherly tone before noticing that I was shifting about uncomfortably, ‘aw, I think my baby needs his nappy changing’ I nodded. ‘That’s not a problem sweetheart’, she smiled,’ have you done a wee wee or a poo poo?’ I wasn’t in the mood to play along but rolled my eyes and went with it. ‘I’ve done a wee wee’, I grumbled. ‘Well, we’d best get you into a dry nappy then’, she cheered and let down the side of the crib before helping me over to the changing table. I could feel the wet nappy squelching as I walked. It felt horrible and I wanted it taking off as soon as possible. I practically leapt onto the changing table and did my best to lay there patiently whilst Christina got the changing supplies together. Once she had finished, she popped my dinosaur dummy back into my mouth which I immediately began to suck on. I was surprised at how much comfort it brought me and I instantly felt better about my current situation. The dummy was extremely soothing and I was glad that I had picked out this particular one at the pharmacy. Christina ripped off the tapes and opened up my nappy to inspect it. ‘No wonder you were grumpy’, Christina smiled, ‘let’s get this icky thing off of you’. I sighed with relief as the damp nappy was removed and tossed aside. Christina began cleaning me with baby wipes before applying some powder and a new nappy. ‘Is that better baby?’ she asked. ‘Yeth fankyou’, I babbled through the dummy.   After having a late lunch, Christina sat me down on a blanket with a bottle in the living room where I was allowed to watch some TV and do some colouring. ‘I’ll just be upstairs if you need me’, she said, ‘I didn’t get chance to have a shower this morning’. ‘Okay’, I replied cheerfully and got back to my colouring. I began to colouring a picture of a butterfly which felt slightly symbolic. Staying with Christina, I felt free from the scary world of adult life. As I continued colouring, I occasionally looked up at the TV that seemed to play endless episodes of ‘Bluey’. I had now seen a lot of episodes and was familiar with all of the characters. I actually found myself becoming quite engrossed and it was becoming one of my favourite TV shows. I decided to drink some juice from my new bottle. However, as I put the bottle into my mouth, I sucked on it but…nothing happened. I sucked harder but none of the juice was coming out. I took it out of my mouth and inspected it. I couldn’t work out the issue and so decided to go and ask Christina. As I headed upstairs with my bottle, the bathroom was empty and so I headed to her bedroom. I politely knocked on the door. ‘Come in’, I heard Christina call. As I walked in, Christina was sat on the bed in nothing but a towel. ‘Oh, I’m sorry’, I said awkwardly. ‘It’s okay’, she giggled, ‘is everything ok?’ ‘I can’t get any juice out of my bottle’, I said whilst holding it up to show her. ‘Let’s have a look’, she replied and began inspecting the bottle. I felt slightly awkward standing next to her knowing that she only had a towel to cover her. ‘Ah I see the problem’, Christina announced, ‘it’s just because it’s a new bottle’. She reached over to her dressing table and picked up a pair of small scissors. She then cut the hole in the nipple slightly bigger for me. ‘That should do it’, she smiled and put the scissors back onto the table. Christina then gestured me to come and lay in her lap. I followed her instruction and allowed her to begin bottle feeding me. As I sucked on the nipple of the bottle, I was suddenly rewarded with a mouthful of juice. ‘Is that better?’ she asked. I nodded and started drinking my juice. As I continued drinking, Christina’s expression turned a bit more serious. ‘Can I ask you something?’ she asked. With the bottle in my mouth, all I could do was nod. Christina looked slightly awkward. ‘Were you being a bit naughty last night in your crib?’ she asked. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about and Christina could see my confusion. ‘What I mean is…that wasn’t wee wee that I saw in your nappy this morning, was it?’ My eyes widened with fear and embarrassment as I remembered that I had masturbated last night. I removed the bottle from my mouth. ‘I’m really sorry’, I quickly apologised. ‘It’s okay’, replied Christina, ‘you might be pretending to be a baby but you still have the body of a twenty-one-year-old. It’s only natural’. ‘I guess I just got a little bit excited’, I replied whilst blushing. Christina paused for a second before pulling her towel down just enough to let her breasts flop over the top. ‘Were you excited about seeing these?’ she asked intrigued. ‘I…um…I’, I could barely get my words out. ‘Do you like my boobies, Jake?’ she asked. I felt completely embarrassed and knew that it was pointless attempting to lie. ‘Y…y…yes auntie’, I stammered. I noticed her biting her bottom lip and she almost looked excited. Suddenly, Christina put the bottle aside and grabbed hold of one of her breasts before bringing it towards me. ‘Open wide baby’, she instructed. My brain could barely comprehend what was happening. As her breast came towards me, I opened my mouth and accepted it. Without being asked, I began to suck on her nipple. Although she wasn’t producing milk, it still felt incredible. ‘Aw is that what you wanted?’ Christina asked. I didn’t reply and continued sucking on her breast like a hungry baby. ‘That’s much better than a bottle, isn’t it?’ she said. ‘Mmmph mmmph’, I mumbled. ‘Such a hungry baby’, Christina giggled. I felt myself beginning to get turned on. I gently began stroking the front of my nappy but my hand was quickly patted away. ‘No sweetheart’, smiled Christina, ‘I don’t think that’s very appropriate right now’. I felt slightly frustrated but I wasn’t going to argue if it meant that I could keep suckling. After a few more minutes, she removed her breast from my mouth much to my annoyance. Christina then handed my bottle back to me and instructed me to go downstairs. I reluctantly accepted my bottle and headed downstairs, doing my best to ignore my erection in the process. Surprisingly, once I got back to my colouring, I started to forget about what had just occurred and began to get engrossed in the world of ‘Bluey’. At this point, I felt like I was in heaven. I felt like wanted to stay with Christina forever.

Not at all don't wear printed diapers .

Ch 4   Important Discussions over Breakfast   Sundays are sleep in days.    At least they were for Piper until two nights ago. Steven, however, had gotten so used to his seven in the morning alarm for work that he just woke at seven all of the time now. The dream Piper had been having where she had been captaining a ship filled with a crew of Amazons had been interrupted when Steven started his morning routine in the bathroom. By the time he was clean shaven with minty smelling breath, she was awake enough to roll over to let him check her.    The blanket was tossed off her. Yawning, she stared at a spot on the ceiling as Steven poked and prodded at the swollen padding hugging her crotch. The night shirt she wore, an old thrifted Amazon - sized shirt which read “World’s Best Grandpa”  that she’d cut into a crop top, had rolled up during the night exposing the sports bra she wore underneath.    “Your diaper leaked a little.” he told her. Piper propped herself up to get a look at the faded comforter that had been folded underneath her on the couch. Sure enough, a damp circle had spread beneath her in her sleep.   “Mmm” she yawned and brushed more sleep out of her eyes. “Good thing we laid a blanket out.” As she stood up her diaper drooped, favoring the side where the bottom tape was haphazardly stuck to the landing zone. She grabbed at it, only remembering that it was stuck with Amazon strength adhesive when it wouldn’t budge in her grip. “Your tape skills are going to need a lot of work.”    “I didn’t think diaper tapes would be this hard to get right.” He said,  spreading a towel turned changing mat down on the floor for Piper to lay on. She just gave him a shrug.   “I was thinking,” skrrtch skrrtch sounded as he pulled the tapes off, “that getting breakfast at a diner would be nice before the shopping today.” Next came the cold wipes from the pack that he had hurriedly picked up from the nearby pharmacy the day before when they had realized that the Urgent Care had given them diapers only. “There’s a really good place nearby the Giant Bear we’re going to that has great omelets."    And your egg skills are limited to scrambled. She stared at a spot on the ceiling as her legs were lifted up and a wipe passed along her cheeks. I wonder if we can find more how to changing videos to help him with the tapes.  “Thought you were going to say you were thinking of getting me training pants.”    “Piper, training pants do not sound like a good idea.” He pulled the old diaper out from under her and slid the new one under. “Training pants hold less than diapers, and you can’t tell when you’re going.” “I know, I know.” She felt the powder being dusted onto her smooth privates. “I just thought it would be easier on you when I have to err -” she focused extra hard on the spot on the ceiling while the new diaper was pulled up between her legs. “Go do the other thing, ya’ know?”   Piper and Steven had come to an agreement that for as long as she was able to make it to the toilet for ‘number two’, as they had politely referred to it when making the agreement, while at the apartment then he would help her remove the tapes and give her use of the toilet. But only at the apartment, and if she ended up having that kind of accident in her diaper then the deal was off.    “The guides I read said it’s best to get Littles used to using their diapers fully now because you’ll lose total continence eventually. But, since the nurses speeded things along with your bladder, I don’t see the harm in letting you use the toilet until you start to lose your bowel control.” The Amazon had said the previous day. It was a better deal than what most Amazons would offer Piper. Not great, and she was sure that some day some daycare worker or babysitter would slip something in her sippy cup, but until then she was going to enjoy being able to not have to squat in her diapers.    “So, breakfast at the diner?” He asked as he helped her stand up. She took a moment to stretch and move in her diaper before giving him her answer. The tapes look more even, but the legs feel a little too tight. Would that help prevent a leak? “Mmm, I guess eating at a diner wouldn’t be too bad.” It was honestly maybe a little too public on a day where she was already feeling dread of being seen at the store. But, just like how most people would be too focused on their own shopping, it was a good chance people would be too focused on their own food. A coffee and omelet also sounded good.    “Great! We’ll leave after you get your teeth brushed and your shoes on!” Steven said, not registering the look on Piper’s face. “Steven?”   “Yes?” “Do you think I’m going out in just this ‘World’s Best Grandpa’ shirt, shoes, and nothing to cover my diaper?”   “Umm, do you want to wear the baby girl onesie? I thought you told me to toss it…”   “No, Steven! But you can’t take me out in just a shirt, diaper, and shoes!” She had brief flashbacks to the times she had to see Littles paraded in public by Amazons in just a shirt, shoes, and diaper. Every time it made the other Amazons jealous to see another with such a cute Little, and had made every Little uncomfortable and leave the area. If they knew what was good for them. There was no way she was going to be the reason another Littles day was ruined.   “But you don’t have any other appropriate clothes, that’s one of the reasons we’re going shopping today.” Clothes, a crib, changing table, carseat, a toy or two, and other items were on their list for today’s trip. All things supported by what the Willowsford Adoption Program said made for a ‘healthy and safe” environment for newly Adopted Littles. Purchases that Piper would reimburse Steven back once he could call her bank and tell them what happened.   That’s what you think. Most Little women wore plain, mute clothing as a way to avoid attention from baby crazy Amazons looking to scratch the itch with a permanent Little doll. It was a tactic that worked most of the time, as mute clothes sometimes made Amazons want to see what a Little would look like in more bright, babyish girl clothing. Piper had a mix of both, as she had not wanted to limit her wardrobe when neither option had a guarantee of safety.   “In my drawers over in my apartment there are a pair of dusty rose lounge shorts and a matching top. They’ll read like a play outfit with the outline of my diaper in them.” She turned to head to the restroom where they had set up her step stool so she could brush her teeth.    “Hey, uh, what color is ‘dusty rose’?” Steven asked behind her.   Soon, after brushing her teeth, dressing in the retrieved clothes she had sent Steven after, and letting him secure her in her soon to be replaced booster seat, they were off to the diner Steven had wanted to have breakfast at. It was a retro throw back, set nicely in the parking lot of the large shopping center. On one end was the Giant Bear, and the other the giant mall that attracted the majority of the shoppers.    Plopping her on the asphalt, Steven started for the diner. Piper tried to stay by Steven's side, but her new waddling gait made keeping up with Amazon steps that much harder. The parking lot was filled with people in church attire, either arriving to or leaving from their post Sunday worship pancakes and coffee. The further away from Steven her waddling got her, the more likely she was to be hit by one of their cars. Luckily, Steven paused to let a truck back up out of a space, giving Piper time to reach up and grab his hand.   “Welcome to The Cracked Egg Diner. Will you be needing a high chair?” The Tweener hostess asked when they walked in. Piper took a quick look at the options of high chairs stored behind the hostess stand. Wooden, hastily wiped down, one still had a piece of mystery food dried to the front. The booster seats stacked next to the chairs were much better kept.    Yuck. Absolutely not. “May I have a booster seat?”   “I don’t see why not.” Steven nodded his consent.   “Oh, umm.” The Tweener hostess looked nervously around. “The booster seats are meant for big kids. Littles, like your Little girl, sir, usually get sat in the high chairs, or on laps.” She was obviously trying to avoid a tantrumming Little, and trying to avoid upsetting the Amazon before her. Lest someone tells the manager training pants would be better for her.    Fine, no time like now to test it out.   “But I want to sit next to muh-”she coughed to a feign clearing her throat. It had been nine years since she had regularly called someone ‘Dad’, longer than that since calling someone ‘Daddy’. “I want to sit next to my Daddy.” She wasn’t sure if her face had turned red or green but she forced a smile anyway.   Steven, at least, had the decency to also turn a shade of pink. He cleared his throat, “I think the booster seat will be fine.”    “Of course!” The hostess grabbed two menus and a booster seat. “This way!” She led them to a booth with sparkly yellow vinyl seats and placed the prized booster seat into the corner of the booth, and placed the smaller of the two menus in front of it. “Your waitress will be with you soon!”    “Piper, let me-” Steven reached as if to grab Piper underneath her arm pits. But she had jumped, her arms sticking to the vinyl seat as she attempted to pull herself up into the booth.    “I’ve got it-hey!” She was picked up anyway and deposited into the booster.    “So you can wait for me to remember to get you out of the car but not for me to put you in a booster seat?” Steven huffed scooting in next to her on the yellow seat.    She shrugged. “Just keeping you on your toes.” The menu she was given was paper, and more of an activity sheet than a menu. A small section listed their ‘Lil Bites’ options; pancakes, one egg with a choice of bacon or sausage, Franz toast and seasonal fruit, and only milk or orange juice for drinks. The rest of it was a maze search, tic tac toe, and a black and white cartoon omelet meant for coloring in.    “That’s messed up to put an omelet you can color but not an omelet you can eat on the menu.” Piper mumbled to herself. The back of the menu was blank, The Cracked Egg apparently preferring to keep the majority of their selections available to only those deemed grown-up enough for the plastic covered menus.   “Menu’s aren’t for eating.” He grinned at his joke. Piper rolled her eyes, then scanned the table. There were sugar and sweetener packets, little cups of single serve creamers, salt and pepper, and a red tube of ketchup and a hot sauce in a caddie in the middle of the table. But nothing she could use to mark on her menu.    “Ugh, and the hostess didn’t even give me the crayons. Wack!”    “We’ll ask the waitress for some when she comes by, Pipes.” Steven said, not even looking up from his much larger menu.     “It’s Piper.” She gruffed. That nickname only ever brought up bad feelings for her, better to train him now to stick to her proper name.   “What’s wrong with ‘Pipes’?” Steven asked. He lowered his menu and looked at her. Behind his glasses his hazel green eyes shone with genuine curiosity. But Piper just shook her head and brushed it off.    “I don’t want to talk about it, and probably never will. Just please stick with Piper, alright Stev-?” She stopped herself mid-Steven. An Amazon with a bottle blonde blow-out wearing a yellow diner uniform dress was approaching their table. “Hello y’all!” the waitress said in an overly sweet tone. “I’m Audrey-Anne and I’ll be taking care of you today! Oh!” Audrey-Anne had spotted Piper. As usual with Amazons, she started fawning over a Little who had been diapered.  “She is so cute! How long has she been Adopted?”    “A couple nights ago, actually.” Steven informed Audrey-Anne, who was looking too enthused at the diapered Little in her section.    “Really!? And her Mommy and Daddy are okay with her being trusted in a booster seat so soon?”    “I’m actually her Daddy.” Both of the Amazons blushed and Piper wanted to disappear into the yellow vinyl.    “I’m sorry, I didn’t think-” Audrey-Anne gave Steven an awkward up and down look, and Piper saw what the Amazon saw. He was wearing a black t-shirt with an UFO abducting a gray and white cow printed on the front, baggy camo cargo shorts, and ankle socks with tennis shoes.    Oh god. I didn’t think about his clothing before leaving today. He looks like a giant nerd with or without those glasses!    He looks like my creepy uncle, not my Daddy!   The waitress cleared her throat. “Can I get you guys anything to drink?”   Steven seemed glad to move on past that slight. “A cup of coffee, please.”    “I’ll take a coffee, too.”   “Aww!” the waitress had switched from being mortified at her assumption back to fawning at Piper like she was the cutest thing she had seen. “I’m sorry, Little girl, but none of our sippy cups are safe for hot drinks! Wouldn’t you like an orange juice instead? Coffee is yucky for Little tummies.”   Will it work twice? “But I want a cup like my Daddy!” She added in puppy dog eyes for extra points.   “Piper…” Steven said quietly under his breath. He had probably caught on to Piper using the D word to attempt to get her way twice now, but she held firm and didn’t break her eye contact with the waitress.    “Well…” the waitress gave Steven a quick glance. She had already committed the Amazon social faux pas of not recognizing another Amazon’s claim over a Little, and now was trying to avoid another. “Maybe a cup of decaf, if Daddy says it’s okay.”   Oh. Ew. Don’t say it like he’s your Daddy too.   “That will be fine, thank you.” Steven nodded his assent and the waitress was off. “Are you going to call me ‘Daddy’ every time you want something?”    “Well, it’s not going to work with you.” Piper knew that her Adoption by Steven was different from other Littles Adoptions. By her design, of course. He didn’t have all of  the same strings that other Amazons had which she could pull to her advantage. “And I’m sure it’s not going to work again on that waitress. But,” she flashed a cheeky smile up at him, “Being what they wanted to see got me a cup of coffee.”   “Piper, I don’t think every Amazon wants to see Littles as babies.” You would be surprised, man. “Not the point, and I’m here with my shorts sporting a fairly obvious bulge. They want me to be a happy baby. They want you-” she stopped when he snapped his head towards. Can I be this mean after the other night? I don’t know if anyone can take him seriously as a Daddy if this is his usual fashion…   “They want me, what?” Fuck it. “Steven, the waitress didn’t think you’re my Amazon-” she paused, there was a better way to say this. She quickly scanned to see who was close to them then lowered her voice. “Audrey-Anne didn’t think that you were my Daddy because your outfit screams middle schooler whose Mommy still buys his clothes.” “Oh come on.” He rolled his eyes and set down his menu. “There’s nothing wrong with how I am dressed.”    Oh, of course you think that. “Steven! You’re wearing camo cargo shorts! That’s a pattern that should only be matched with itself, because it’s ugly and meant for hunters and soldiers to blend in. Which one are you, again?”   “Hey!” He looked half insulted. “My mom bought these for me!”    I knew I was right. I have a feeling she’s okay with you looking like this.    “If you think this outfit isn’t affecting others opinions, then why did the waitress think my Mommy and Daddy were somewhere else?”   “Well, she probably, umm.” He thought for a moment. While he thought of a rebuttal, Piper took a long look to figure out the work she had cut out herself. He had a strong chin, shadowed blue even after a shave. His glasses rested on a good nose, not bulbousy or wide, and no nose hairs poking out from the nostrils. His complexion was fair with warm undertones, and his eyes underneath his glasses were soft. His hair was long, possibly too shaggy, brushing his ears just a bit. His outfit made him look like a basement nerd, but he was salvageable.     He still hadn’t found a rebuttal, but his need for one dissipated with Audrey-Anne’s return.   “I’m back!” She rested the tray on the table. “I have one regular coffee,” a white mug was placed in front of Steven, “One decaf coffee,” an identical white mug was placed in front of Piper, “And I brought out a sippy cup of milk just in case she decides the coffee doesn’t taste good.” Audrey-Anne winked at Steven.    She’s just trying to save her tip. “Are you guys ready to order, or do you still need more time?”    “I’ll have the two eggs, but instead of sausage or bacon could I have the seasonal fruit from the Franz toast?” Piper answered before Steven could. He quickly took back up his menu; there had been too many options for him so he hadn’t made one. “How do you want your eggs, sweetie?” Oh, I get to be ‘sweetie’ now instead of ‘Little girl’? “Over easy, with some wheat toast for dipping?”    “Of course! And what would you like, sir?” Audrey-Anne turned her attention back to Steven, whose face was buried in the menu.   “I think I’ll have the southwest omelet with white toast.” The menu was handed off. She finished scribbling on her pad. “I’ll put this in for you guys!” and she walked away leaving them alone once more.    “I’m just saying,” Piper lowered her voice back to a just-between-them volume. “Let me point out some things in the store for you today. Didn’t you agree to let me help you with getting dates? Appearances matter to women, Steven.” “Fine, Piper. We’ll look in the men’s aisle AFTER we get the things on your list.” Steven assented. “Thank you.” Pause, then, “Ugh!”    “What now, Piper?” He grumbled, close to taking a sip of his coffee. “We didn’t ask the waitress for crayons! Could you go up to the hostess stand and get me some, please Steven?”    “Sure.” He sat the coffee back down, un-sipped, and left for the crayons. Now that’s being a good Daddy. And I’m just gonna-   Quickly, before he could come back, she swapped their identical cups of coffee. “They only have red, blue, and yellow. Is that okay?” He tossed them on the table, and resumed his sip of coffee.    “Yes.” She smiled at him as she flicked two packets of sugar. “That’s perfect, Daddy!”   He gave her a look, unsure of the cheeky smile she wore on her face. “What makes you so opinionated about fashion anyway?”    “I don’t know.” She shrugged while mixing two single serve creamers into her stolen coffee. “I’ve always been interested in it, might have gone to school for it if I had been born an Amazon or a Tweener.” “Why didn’t you?” He had taken a sip of his own black coffee and looked at it weird. For one moment, Piper thought he had caught onto the ruse, but he took another sip. Once she was sure she had gotten away with her crime, she answered. “The fashion programs are rarely online courses, and the jobs less so. My dad,” She paused to sigh and take a sip of her own coffee. Letting the taste of caffeine settle on her tongue for a bit before swallowing. Her dad was never a topic she enjoyed discussing. “He encouraged a safer field.”    Please don’t ask about him, please don’t ask about him, please don’t ask about him.    Steven must have received her silent prayer, because he didn’t ask about her father. “My mom said firefighting was too dangerous, so I got an accounting degree instead.” “Ooooohhhh!” A light bulb had gone off for Piper. “An accountant! That’s what you do!”   “Yeah? I’ve told you that before.” He probably had told her in one of his many unwanted visits to her apartment across the hall. She had probably been thinking about other things when he brought it up, though.    “Yeah, you did!” Another sip from her cup to hide her red cheeks. “It’s just accounting makes sense for you.” “Well, it’s definitely not as exciting as firefighting but…” He started droning on about all of the exciting things that have happened in his years of accounting since getting his degrees and Piper started zoning out. Flitting through any thought that was actually more exciting than any story about accounting Steven could come up with.  Which was exactly what she had previously done whenever Steven had started talking about his job. Maybe I should color that omelet. She reached for the three crayons packaged in flimsy plastic, and pulled out the yellow one. Steven happily continued on, apparently he had caught a fifty thousand dollar reporting error being made by the company's software and had saved them from a lawsuit. She was nodding along.   I wonder if I could use the yellow and blue to make a convincing green on those chives.  She glanced up as an Amazon family walked by their table. There was nothing seemingly unusual about them; it was a mother, father, toddler girl and an actual baby, possibly a boy by the clothes they had him in. But it was what the girl was wearing that made Piper do a double take.   It was the same outfit as hers, but a more bright, vibrant pink to her outfits dusty rose color. The bottom of the shorts had the same ruffle hem, which matched the ruffle hem on the shirt. The only other difference than the color was the Amazon girl didn’t have the same diaper outline that Piper had in her shorts.    Can’t believe I’m jealous of a toddler. “Steven?” She interrupted him as he was explaining how the company had given him a three percent pay raise instead of a two percent after he had caught that mistake. “Can you look at the tag on my shirt and tell me what it says?” “Huh? Oh, sure.” He grabbed the back of her shirt to pull the tag into his view. “Piper?” “Yes?” “There isn’t a tag. Looks like it was cut out.” He let her shirt go and resumed his story. “Anyway, three percent was enough for me to get-”   “What about the shorts?” She interrupted him again, leaning forward as she asked.    “Are you worried you leaked?” “What? No, I,” she wiggled in her seat, her diaper crinkling as she did, but it didn’t feel like her coffee had made its way there yet, “I don’t think I’ve gone much, if at all. I just want to know the brand if there’s a tag there.”   He pulled the back of her shorts out. “No tag here either. It also looks like it was cut out, too.” He let go of her shorts and she settled back into her booster seat. “Don’t remember what brand it was when you bought it?” “No, I thrifted these as is.” Fuck. Did a Little shop in the kids section and donate it? Or did the thrift stores take donations from Amazons? Or? “Steven, I’m going to want to take a look at the brands the store sells in the Little and Toddler sections.”   “I thought that was already the plan for shopping?”    “Getting clothes, yes, but I want to look at a few things.” His face said he didn’t get it. “Sure, Piper. You can take a look at the brands of the clothes you’re getting.” “Thank you.” The need for any further discussion was cut off by Audrey-Anne returning with their food.   “Two over easy eggs, wheat toast, and fruit for the cutie in the booster seat, and a southwest omelet with white toast for the gentleman next her.” Audrey-Anne threw in a wink towards Steven. “Can I get you two anything else?”   “No, thank you. We’re good.” Steven smiled up at her.    “Enjoy, I’ll be back to check on you two in a bit.”    Steven waited for her to be out of earshot before saying “She’s really trying to save her tip, isn’t she?” he shook some salt onto his omelet. Piper stared at it for a bit, wishing for a moment she had used the Daddy word to order the Amazon sized meal instead of the coffee.    Oh thank god you didn’t fall for that flirting. “She really is. Are you going to give her one?” She leaned forward again, this time to inspect the brand of hot sauce in the caddie. Ehh, not my favorite but it’s good enough.   “Yeah, it takes more for me to not want to leave a - wait Piper!” He grabbed her hand that held the open bottle of hot sauce, already having gotten two shakes worth of the red sauce on her eggs. “That’s the hot sauce!” “Yes?” She wasn’t sure what the problem was. Her raised eyebrow communicated as much to him.   “It’s really spicy. Are you sure you don’t want ketchup instead?”    “Oh.” It clicked for her. Littles weren’t known for liking spicy food, the general thought was that only Amazons and some tweeners could handle food spiced beyond salt and pepper. “Yeah I have like five different bottles in my apartment fridge. This one isn’t close to the spiciest.” He let go of her hand and she finished saucing the wobbling yolks. “Do you want some?”   “No,” He still looked concerned at how much sauce she had added. “The southwest omelet comes with hot sauce already on it.”   He, instead, added ketchup to the top of his omelet.   “The sippy cup of milk is mine. You’ll have to ask for one of your own if that ketchup doesn’t help.”

Ahhh, come on, you're not seriously going to have Jae-yung and Adam kidnapped, are you? What's going to happen now? I hope they'll be okay.  

Greg is going to do a great job with Sam. Depending on how far away she is after her first adoption, it might turn out to be a similar situation to what happened with Charlie.