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Yes!! 💯 💞 I've had this story mostly done so yes, I'm posting in rapid succession! 🥳 Will slow down soon as I'm fine-tuning the last few / the end, but hoping to have it all up by the end of the month. --- Chapter Three: The Introduction The car ride had been rather quiet. Mung didn’t buy a car seat, so Jae-yung was once more in his lap for the ride, pressed securely against his chest by the man’s massive hand. He managed texts with his other hand that Jae-yung had looked away from, lest his curiosity get the better of him. Instead, he stared out the other side window, watching as the car drove them into nicer and nicer-looking neighborhoods. When the car passed through the well-known gate into Hannam, an exclusive community in one of the wealthiest parts of Hanseong, Jae-yung swallowed. “Hey… uh, Daddy?” “Mm?” Mung hummed as he broke his stare at his phone, his mouth widening in a goofy smile at hearing that word again. “Do you, um… are you in… Japok?” “Yes,” Mung nodded deeply, his eyebrows raising in a look of semi-surprise. “I figured you already knew that.” “Yeah, but… I wasn’t… sure,” he admitted sheepishly. “Well,” Mung sniffed as he looked out the front window, assessing their location as he drummed two fingers on the Little’s back. “Do me a favor and don’t say anything around Bak. He knows, but he doesn’t like talking about it.” Jae-yung nodded knowingly, as it was a common issue with those outside of any gangs or organized crime. Most were too afraid to know anything, fearing they’d be dragged in, and they were smart enough to know that ignorance was their best defense. He looked out the window to see the car pass through another gate, under a short terrace covered in vines, past a massive, modern-looking house, and into a very clean garage. The doors opened automatically, and Jae-yung pulled the blanket around him as Mung scooted out, then grabbed the box. “Oh, one more favor,” Mung added as he looked at the door, then down to Jae-yung. “Don’t add details if no one asks, okay?” “Okay,” he nodded, gripping the blanket nervously. “Also… he’ll probably be mad,” Mung said in a reassuring tone, despite the words, then gave a small grin. “But I promise, it’ll be aimed at me. Not you.” “O-okay,” Jae-yung wheezed slightly, not sure if he should laugh, sigh, or brace for impact. He swallowed hard as they approached the door, which opened automatically when they were within range. The garage was connected to a large mudroom with a beautiful wall of flower vines flanking a floor-to-ceiling waterfall. The lower, “dirty” floor where shoes were allowed was immaculately clean, but a light brown color. Mung slipped his shoes off and kicked them near an empty slot for shoes, and Jae-yung smirked. All of the other shoes were in perfect order and very clean, and he got the immediate sense that it was not due to Mung. The Amazon stepped into house slippers and up onto the pristine white marble floor, setting the diaper box down on an empty bench and draped the suit jacket over it. “Hun?” Mung called out as he shifted Jae-yung from one side to the other, looking around the kitchen as they entered. Another immaculately clean room. It was sleek, modern, completely white and steel, and looked like it could be from a model home. There was a fresh scent in the air of some kind of flower, and Jae-yung nodded, impressed. “Mung?“ a distant voice replied in confusion. “Yeah, I’m, uh…” he trailed off, briefly glancing down as the Little in his arms. “We’re home.” “You’re home earlier than I thought! Why didn’t you call? Or text? I would have made you dinner!” the voice replied hastily, and rapid footsteps grew louder from around the corner. “Did you say ‘we’?” “Yeah… about that,” Mung started as he cleared his throat, but before another word could come out of his mouth, his husband turned the corner. “Wha—“ Bak stopped in his tracks, and his entire body tensed up as his eyes flew open wide. Jae-yung shrank slightly in Mung’s arms as he stared at the tall man, who in reality was of average height for an Amazon. He was thin, though he had wide enough shoulders not to appear frail or small, and wore slate grey slacks and a white polo shirt. He was clean-shaven, had a long but handsome face, and very expressive dark brown eyes… eyes that lingered on Jae-yung for several seconds before he looked at his husband. “Who… is this?” “This is Jae-yung,” Mung introduced with a small and sheepish smile. “He’s, uh… our son.” Jae-yung gripped the blanket as he felt the urge to burst into a laugh at the sheer awkwardness and terrible delivery of that news, but he bit his tongue with all his might. Bak’s expression looked like he had been verbally slapped, and he even stepped back in surprise, his hands raising slightly in a ‘stop’ motion. “I’m sorry?” Bak mustered in his bewildered state. “Or, well… he will be,” Mung corrected himself, nervously adjusting Jae-yung as he raised a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “You know, after… the ceremony —“ “Yes, Mung, I know how it works,” Bak snapped as he groaned, raising his hands to cover his face. “Well, you’ve been talking about adopting lately –” Mung started to explain. “A CAT!” Bak protested as his hands lifted from his face and flanked his head, his fingers spread out wide and stiff. “I’ve been talking about adopting a cat!” The larger Amazon swallowed and nodded, having apparently been aware of that detail despite the attempt. “Well,” he started as his eyes dropped for a moment in consideration, then he shrugged ever so slightly. “We can adopt a cat, too.” “PPPFFFFFFT!” Air escaped Jae-yung’s mouth uncontrollably, and the tenseness of his lips made a loud buzzing sound. He lurched forward as he slapped his hands over his face, relaxing his lips as his face flushed, both from embarrassment and as he let himself laugh. He felt Mung chuckled slightly, then cleared his throat. “Sorryyy,” Jae-yung wheezed behind his hands, unwilling to look up and see what he presumed was an irate look from Bak. “You’re fine,” Bak clarified, and the Little decided that meant he was safe to look, and as he peered through his fingers, he saw the irritated man was firmly focused on his husband. His hands were now resting on his hips, and he sucked on his teeth, taking in a deep and noisy breath through his nose, and arched an eyebrow. “How did this happen?” “I think you’ll love it,” Mung tried to deflect, smiling warmly. “You’re a wonderful caretaker.” “Mung,” Bak hissed, glaring at him; he wasn’t falling for it. “How - did - this - happen?” Mung stared for a moment and then sighed, his entire body and expression deflating a bit. Jae-yung frowned; for having known this man for all of maybe an hour, he was already finding himself growing attached to him, recognizing he felt bad seeing him sad. “I found him,” the larger man sniffed, instinctively looking down at Jae-yung, then averted his eyes. “At… a job.” Bak squinted at his husband as he stood a step forward, crossing his arms over his chest. Whether he was just ‘in the zone’ of his emotions, or accustomed to seeing his husband in this state, he wasn’t letting it take the wind from him. “What do you mean… at a job?” Mung looked down at the ground as he contemplated how he wanted to phrase this, and Bak, knowing as much, stepped closer to get into his line of sight. “Do not try to dance around it,” Bak warned, his eyes briefly glancing to Jae-yung, then back up to his husband as his tone softened. “Just… tell me what happened.” ”Well… you won’t want to know the details,” Mung said quietly, grimacing slightly as he met his husband’s gaze. “But when the job was done… I… found him hiding under a desk… shaking.” Air left Bak’s lungs as his entire body seized up and his eyes widened in horror. He mouthed a curse, though the word didn’t actually manifest, and the anger seemed to leave him in a flash. His face softened, his body relaxed – then quickly, his attention snapped to Jae-yung, who recoiled slightly in surprise. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” the Amazon hastily asked in rapid succession as his hands flew out to touch around his head, neck, and shoulders. The Little averted his eyes downwards, frowning, trying hard not to picture any of it. He twisted the blanket in his grip as he curled forward, shrinking slightly. “Yeah,” he whispered in reply, nodding slightly, wishing it were true. He wasn’t okay, and he knew it, but he wasn’t comfortable being anything other than compliant and helpful. He needed to get through the ceremony. Bak squinted, clearly not believing it, and glanced up at his husband. They shared a silent exchange, and Bak nodded; the decision was made. The shorter Amazon stepped backwards as his eyes began to read an imaginary list of things to buy and do. He then lifted his arm to look at his watch and grimaced. “Okay, well, we don’t have anything here we need, and it’s getting late,” he stated, staring at nothing as he continued rendering a to-do list in his mind. “We’ll have to hurry before places start closing. Why didn’t you call? I could have met you somewhere!” Bak threw a hand up in the air in frustration as he walked past the pair into the mud room, grabbing a jacket. Mung frowned, shrugging. “I didn’t think of it,” Mung answered honestly. He had thought to call, of course, but not for the reasons stated. He hadn’t imagined making this introduction anywhere but home. “Of course not,” Bak snorted, sounding half-irritated, half-knowingly, and though they had only just met, Jae-yung could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “How did you get him here?” “In the car,” Mung answered plainly, sharing a cautious look with Jae-yung. “Did you buy a car seat?” Bak asked, sounding both curious and wary as he pulled on his jacket. “No,” Mung frowned as he turned around, giving a slight shrug. “Mung,” Bak exasperated as he threw his head back, closing his eyes as he willed himself to have more patience. “He needs a car seat. If you had gotten into an accident —“ “We didn’t,” the larger husband dismissed the statement with a hand motion, but nodded all the same. “We’ll get one… but I’d like to change before going out again.” “Yes, please do,” Bak sneered slightly as he put his hands out for the Little. “You smell like piss.” “Sorry,” Jae-yung whispered as he handed over from one Amazon to the next, and Bak’s eyebrows rose in surprise; Mung nodded to confirm the unspoken. “Oh, I - th-that wasn’t aimed at you,” Bak reassured Jae-yung as he patted him on the back, but looked down and inspected his half-dressed state. Bak spun around to face Mung as he was making haste out of the kitchen. “Where are your pants? Did you stop somewhere? Mung, where are his pants?” “I’ll be right back!” Mung deflected as he disappeared around the corner. Bak’s shoulders fell as he blew an annoyed sigh out of his nose and glared at the emptiness in front of him. “Just watch,” Bak grumbled under his breath, his eyes darting down to Jae-yung. “When he returns, he’ll pretend I didn’t ask anything.” Jae-yung wheezed out a slight laugh, and Bak flashed a smile. “So, Jae-yung: how old are you?” “23,” the Little croaked out, trying to swallow to wet his throat, realizing now how dry and hoarse it had become. Bak clocked that immediately and moved towards a cabinet, opening it up and inspecting the options. He grabbed what amounted to a shot glass and handed it to the Little. “Easy to lift?” the Amazon asked. “Yeah,” Jae-yung nodded, lifting it with ease. It was small but made of a dense glass, like everything else in the cabinet, and although there was no difficulty in managing this, he could easily see how the other options would be too heavy. Nodding, Bak moved to the fridge and took the shot glass, filling it with cold water, and handed it to him. Jae-yung croaked out a thanks and eagerly began chugging the water, and Bak remained at the fridge, refilling it continuously until Jae-yung slowed down. “We’ll get you things better suited to your size and weight,” Bak reassured as the Little was drinking the last round from the shot glass, his eyes lingering on it before looking up and nodding to himself. Jae-yung nodded, closing his eyes as he swallowed the last bit of water, easily picturing the vast options of sippy cups and bottles in his future. He let out a sigh, which thankfully was easily dismissed as the satisfied sigh of someone fully hydrated. “23,” Bak echoed quietly as he leaned against the kitchen island. “What were you doing when Mung found you?” “Hiding,” Jae-yung shivered. “No - ye – I mean, what were you doing there?” Bak faltering, wincing, and shaking his head along the way as he regretted the way he originally asked. “Oh…” Jae-yung paused, his eyes widening slightly as he stared forward, unsure what to say. Unaccustomed to being held and not yet aware of how much his body language was detectable, his shoulders and back tensed up, only for him to feel a gentle rub quickly in response. “It’s okay,” Bak sighed, angling his head upwards as he closed his eyes. “I’m well aware of the world my husband operates in. Though -” he paused as his face turned stern. “I was under the impression Littles didn’t engage in such… activities.” Jae-yung gulped and froze slightly when their eyes met. Although there was no question, the Amazon arched an eyebrow slightly, as if to ask one. “We-well, it’s, uh… yeah, it’s… rare,” he agreed, resting the shot glass in his lap as he grabbed at the blanket nervously. “And dangerous,” Bak added curtly. “Yeah,” Jae-yung sighed, closing his eyes, and his shoulders fell. “I… needed the money.” Bak frowned as he reached his large hand into Jae-yung’s lap to grab the shot glass, and sighed as he placed it in the sink. “Well, thankfully, you don’t need to worry about that anymore,” the Amazon replied as his words gradually softened. The Little blew a stiff laugh out of his nose. “So… perhaps, a better topic… do you have any hobbies?” “Ehh,” Jae-yung wheezed. The only hobby he could think of would be related to his work, and otherwise, the only free time he had was spent drinking or watching movies. Usually both. Bak grinned. “We’ll find you some hobbies,” he stated with confidence, his eyes looking forward, though at nothing in particular. “Uh, what…” Jae-yung started and cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “What… do I call you?” “Mm, good question,” Bak sighed, pursing his lips slightly. “Mung is the head of the house, as I took his name and joined his family. So, he’s the ‘father’, if you will.” Jae-yung nodded, and Bak smiled. “I can ask around, see what others have done,” he said, sounding more like he was talking to himself than responding. Jae-yung flashed a smile; somehow, every moment that proved they weren’t prepared for this made him feel better. “In, uh… some movies, I’ve heard people say ‘papa.’ Which is cool cause it’s also an anagram of Daddy,” Jae-yung noted with a shrug, glancing up at Bak. The (untranslated) Goryeoan word for Daddy was Appa, so Papa was an alternative that still alluded to him being a father without stepping on Mung’s title. “That…” Bak started slowly, pausing as his mouth widened in a genuine smile. “Is very clever.” Jae-yung smiled, feeling a blush come to his cheeks. He hadn’t been complimented like that in years. Once in a while, he’d hear a ‘good job’ or something akin to it, but kind words had been rather uncommon in his work. “Okay,” Mung said in a sort of greeting, approaching them as he buttoned the top of his new collared shirt with a new, but very similar-looking suit jacket. “Ready?” “See?” Bak mused down at Jae-yung, rolling his eyes as he walked to the mud room, causing the Little to snicker. “What?” Mung called out innocently, throwing his arms out before following.

--- Chapter 43 --- “Goodnight!” Charlie and Kelly chirped to Greg as they ascended the stairs. “Would you like a bath tonight?” she asked as she grinned at him playfully, walking her fingers up his leg. “Wash the daycare stink off you?” “There’s no daycare stink,” he scoffed as he raised his chin high in the air, looking away from her. “I smell of a fine zinc oxide powder mixed with natural fragrance, thank-you-very-much!” Kelly let a giggle burst out, though she tried to keep the mood going all the same, as she leaned her nose in to take a noisy whiff. “I suppose you do, sir,” she conceded with a giddy look on her face, adjusting him slightly on her hip as they approached his nursery door. She briefly glanced at Greg’s shut door as she turned in, and began humming a tune Charlie had heard many times before, but never the words. “What is that?” he asked as he glanced over at his council of plushes he had set out this morning for a pep talk. Ralph, the grumpy rhino, was still on top of Ragged Lionheart, having argued and wrestled about the right course of action. “Oh, uh, just a nursery rhyme,” she replied quickly and dismissively – a bit too quickly and too dismissively. Charlie’s head snapped back to look at her, and he raised an eyebrow. She let out a nervous giggle as she shrugged, placing him on the changing table, “What??” “What nursery rhyme?” he asked with a scoff, thinking that was a rather obvious follow-up he shouldn’t have needed to ask. “Oh, just…” she blustered as she usually did when unable to think of something to cover up the truth, and as she placed her hand on his chest to gently push him back, he slammed his palms on the table to lock in his upright position. “Why are you hiding it?” he questioned flatly, squinting at her. “I’m not - hiding! It’s just,” she paused, her shoulders rising in a nervous shrug. “It’s just a song, Charlie. And the words are… not important.” “Then tell me,” he deadpanned. She bit her lip as her eyebrows furrowed. “I just like the tune,” she admitted quietly, her eyes falling to the floor. “I didn’t… think about the words until you asked.” “And?” “And I don’t… want to make things uncomfortable or weird,” she admitted quietly, putting her hands up towards him. Charlie squinted at her, his confusion and curiosity only more piqued by this than not, but he smirked at her, pivoting to manage the discomfort first. “You really think anything could weird me out anymore?” “It can, and it does,” she defended lightly, reaching down into the cubbies built into the table and grabbing one of the overnight diapers. “I seem to recall you were very uncomfortable when we came back from the fundraiser.” “That was different,” he groaned, rolling his eyes as he relaxed his arms and let himself flop onto the cushioned mat. “But point taken.” Kelly grinned victoriously and basked in the moment, since it was rather rare. Charlie smiled at her proudly, glad to see she was growing more comfortable with him, enough to push back rather than fold as she usually did (though it would be nice if she could apply that to more than just interactions with him). The sounds of the diaper tapes ripping off triggered a moment of quiet reflection. Diaper changes were some of his favorite times to just think, because nothing was expected of him… or rather, he was expected to do nothing, so that gave him the chance to be quiet and ruminate. He hadn’t given up on learning whatever nursery rhyme she thought would make things uncomfortable, but the day’s activities were more important to consider. He had a list of considerations with Lexi, Sarah, the director, and that school ahead of him, and a few unresolved threads still lingering. He’d tap Greg about his private audience with the director later, but for now… His eyes migrated to Kelly as he couldn’t help but enjoy watching her. She had an effortless smile on her face when she was changing him, and a kind of glow about her. There was a similarity to Jennifer there, not in her appearance, but the loving look… yet it felt distinctly different. He drummed his fingers on his chest as this appreciation reminded him of a much worse expression he had seen on her face earlier in the day… he frowned, swallowing slightly. “I’m sorry if… I made you look bad today,” he half-mumbled at first, forcing the words out with a slight grimace coming to his face. “Or if I… hurt your feelings in pushing so hard to go to that… bizarre place.” Kelly’s face, having lost its smile in favor of concern, brightened again as she chuckled at his last few words. She stared down as she let his words marinate for a moment, balling up the old diaper and letting it thud in the diaper pail. She stared down at it for a short beat, then continued her nightly routine with a half-shrug. “I should’ve known better,” she half-whispered, tugging and fluffing the nighttime diaper up to puff out the crease. “I knew I’d be able to talk to you about it later… but…” “But in the moment, it sucks,” he shrugged, finishing it for her as a means to show he understood. “Yeah,” she fully whispered now, nodding as she stared down, her lower lip disappearing and reappearing as she bit at it. Taking in a breath, she set her hands and the diaper down with purpose, even causing a quiet thunk as her quiet energy gave way to the anxious. “It’s just - I’m not… credentialed to be a nanny, Charlie, and everyone knows it. In their eyes, I’m just a babysitter who’s unqualified, out of her depth, and just - got lucky or - or -“ she drew in a deep breath and held it, her eyes threatening to water, so she looked up and blinked through it. “Who the fuck cares?” he scoffed as he sat up, smirking as she laughed and rubbed under her nose. “Their opinions don’t matter!” “That’s easy to say,” she sighed, shooting him a pleading look. He pressed his lips together, forcing down the many arguments of how little their opinions mattered… that would work with Greg, who could hold on to a rational argument to get him through an anxious feeling. But that didn’t appear to work the same for her. “You’re right,” he admitted, though that was far more for her than it was an acceptance of the fact. “You know what I think they see?” He met her curious gaze and smiled warmly. “I think they see a Little who has no requirement to love you. No mandate to call you something, no legal document that forces a certain kind of relationship… but he loves you all the same,” he professed in a soft, but confident tone, placing a hand on his chest. Kelly put her hands up to her face as she blushed, her fingers covering her smile, then sliding up over her cheeks. “Many crave that and try to force it… like, Lauren. She would kill to have with Lexi what we do — well, her version of it,” he grinned as he adjusted himself on the table, lifting a leg to wrap an arm around it. Then he half-shrugged as he brought a hand up, scratching at his jaw. “Any thoughts they have, any judgment or comments about your qualifications - they’re out of jealousy. Because you have something they want, and you got it effortlessly.” “Oh, Charlie,” she gushed as she reached her arms out and around him, grabbing him in a tight hug. He grinned, at first nuzzling her face against her breasts opportunistically, but he closed his eyes and smiled, that moment passing as he listened to her steady, but elevated, heartbeat. “Thank you.” “Nothing to thank,” he hummed, almost purred, his ear still pressed against her chest. “It’s just what I see.” After a long beat in the hug, she ended it by kissing the top of his head, and he, reluctantly, pulled back. Glancing at her, picking up the diaper again, he rolled onto his back and stretched out his arms to the sides. “I do have a plan to, uh, fix any perceptions I may have caused,” he stated as he looked up at the ceiling. “You know… make it up to you.” “Make it… up to me?” She questioned, a curiosity but wariness in her tone, which also manifested in her slowing down as she slid the diaper beneath him. “Yeah, but - and this is a big but -“ he paused, chuckled to himself as he pictured a large Amazon butt, then continued as he pointed up to her, unfazed by how ridiculous his serious look was while nude from the waist down on a changing table. “I need you to promise me you won’t pull me out of the school, no matter how I act or what I say, unless I give the safe word.” “Safe word?” she questioned, frowning as she adjusted his legs and folded the diaper up. “What’s the safe word?” “Potty,” the Little beamed. “Potty?” Kelly echoed in genuine surprise, checking the guard around the legs, and then pulled the tape tabs. “Why potty?” “Yeah,” Charlie snickered. “It’s weird and rare enough from me to catch your attention — not often will you hear that word in a crowd of Littles - unless one just got nabbed - and easy enough to slip into conversation without raising any alarm bells.” “How? It’s not like you ask —“ “Did Geggie go potty?” Charlie burst into his baby voice. “Kellyyyyy, Bart’s gotta go potty! Oooh, he smells like the potty!” “Okay, okay,” she giggled, blushing at his baby voice, and gave the front of the diaper a gentle pat as she always did, indicating she was done. “Fair enough.” “So, promise?” Charlie asked as he sat up, catching her eye and staring, searching for her commitment. “Whatever I do, whatever I say, if I don’t use the word potty, I stay?” He paused, looking up, and grinned at his accidental rhyme. “You don’t have to do anything to make it up to me,” Kelly deflected, shaking her head as she put her arms out for him, but he didn’t move; his eyebrows rose, and his lips puckered slightly. “Seriously, it’s okay, I —“ “I know it is,” he replied quickly and dismissively, gesturing his hands in a downward motion. “I want to do this, but I need your word.” “Okay…” she started, her eyes falling down in thought, looking concerned or guilty, but she pushed through it and smiled. “I promise.” He smiled as he scooted a little closer to her, and she opened her arms, scooping him up and lifting him into a hug. “Soooo,” he began quietly, a grin forming on his lips and in his tone. “What’s the nursery rhyme?” “Oh, stop it,” she giggled, shaking her head as she adjusted him to her side and moved towards the dresser. “You stop it!” he challenged as he gaped at her, attempting a playful tone though he was edging near genuine frustration. “Just tell me, damnit!” “Ohhh,” she groaned, slowing her pace, and finally sighed in defeat, throwing her head back to look up at the ceiling. “It’s called Baby and the Band, and it’s… a goofy song about family members playing instruments and…” Her face flushed as she looked down at him, biting her lower lip; he could see she was looking for an out, but he didn’t give it to her. “Well… the baby is the drum,” she shyly added, giving his diaper three distinct pats. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, his body stiffening slightly; Jennifer didn’t sing any song like that, but she frequently gave diaper pats as a calming technique, yet it did the opposite when Kelly did it. It was reminiscent of Jennifer, but his body responded very differently. “See, it’s just a silly —“ “I’d like to hear it,” he replied quietly, his eyes falling as it was his turn to blush. “Please.” Kelly hummed in affirmation, leaning her cheek against his head for a moment as she warmed up her voice with a few additional hums, then began to rock back and forth. “Let’s make a song, and let’s all play along,” she began to sing softly. “What should Mommy play? What should Mommy play?” Charlie grinned, hearing her voice falter in nervousness at the Mommy lines. “Mommy sings the words,” she continued after a slight pause, and he blew a laugh out his nose, the nervousness and hesitation to sing this becoming very quickly apparent. “Just like singing birds. Mommy starts to hum, and the baby is the drum. “Bum, bum, bum,” Kelly articulated in a higher but quieter register, her hand patting on the diaper with each word. “Drum, drum, drum.” Charlie shifted slightly in her arms as he relaxed, leaning his head against her. She paused, waiting for him to interject or tell her to stop, but when he didn’t, she continued. “Let’s make a song, let’s all play along. What should Daddy play? What should Daddy play?” she sang, walking a circle in the room, swaying gently from side to side. “Daddy plays the banjo, makes the music go-go. Daddy starts to strum, and the baby is the drum. “Bum, bum, bum,” she whispered, again, patting the diaper gently enough for it to be pleasant, but firm enough to give a drum-like sound effect. “Drum, drum, drum.” “I like it,” Charlie said quietly, shifting slightly as he tried to manage the fact that his body liked it too. “It’s cute. And it’s easy enough to replace Mommy and Daddy with Kelly and Greggy.” “Oooh, true!” Kelly bubbled as she squeezed him, and she noticeably relaxed. She hummed through the verses again as Charlie selected a woodland-themed footie pajama set, and throughout the dressing process, his eyes wandered to her engorged breasts. He licked his lips, feeling his focus dragged to a singular topic as his entire lower half tingled. In any other circumstance, he’d cut that off quickly… but it felt good to listen to his body’s urges in company for once, and know – or at least, feel – it wouldn’t be uncomfortable. At least, not in that bad way. “They do hurt,” she whispered to him as she zipped up the pajamas, and he met her eyes, realizing he had been staring long enough for her to notice. He swallowed, feeling his skin flush a darker shade all over, but he grinned all the same. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” she echoed softly, leaning back to sit on her feet as she shyly looked at the ground. “The doctor said it might… hurt the first few times.” Charlie lifted a hand to scratch at his chin as he looked down, unable to hide his smirk, but he managed to hold back the laugh. She wasn’t wrong, but it felt like he was having to reassure a virgin that it’d be okay, which was an amusing thought. “It can,” he acknowledged with a nod, thinking back to his first time with Jennifer. “But that’s often caused by inexperience. For babies, they don’t know what they’re doing; they’re hungry and eager. The second they latch on, even if it’s not a good position, they begin sucking.” He smiled as he looked up at her, then down and stepped forward, reaching his hands out to cup a breast with both hands. She jerked, momentarily surprised despite watching the whole time, but she lowered her hands as he began massaging, and she let out a relieved sigh, bordering on a moan. “Same thing can happen with Littles, but it’s a… nervous thing, I think,” he continued as he rippled the massage from hand to the other. “It’s not like we know what we’re doing either. Not at first, anyway.” Kelly hummed a response as she nodded, her eyes remaining closed as her shoulders relaxed more and more with each breath. He smiled, pausing as he took in her position; she blinked her eyes open, and he jutted his chin towards the rocking chair. Silently, they repositioned into the chair, and once in her lap, she assessed the shirt on how best to expose her breast; Charlie shook his head, putting his hands out to resume the massage, but shifted to the other. She opened her mouth to say something, but she took in a breath instead, leaning her head back as she closed her eyes again. He smiled as his eyes migrated between his motions and her face, trying to gauge best at what felt good and what amount of pressure was just right. Within a minute, he could tell his face hurt from beaming so widely. He had never been in this position before; he had heard satisfied moans from Jennifer in the past when he fed from her, but they were fleeting moments. This was different… and so much better. Kelly gasped and let out a high-pitched noise, one that indicated his pressure momentarily was painful. He backed off quickly, but she bit her lower lip, lifting a hand to place it on his back as she whispered, “Do that again.” Charlie grinned, moving his hands back and laying on the same pressure and squeeze as before; he swallowed, breathing heavily as she let out another high-pitched noise, though there was a more distinct sound of satisfaction this time, and she pushed on his back slightly. He repeated the motion as he watched her face, her cheeks flushing, and her jaw dropping with each squeeze. Her hand would push against him, then relax, and this caused a subtle grinding effect that made him close his eyes momentarily. It would have felt better had it not been a fresh diaper, but none of this had been planned, and he wasn’t complaining. “Charlie,” Kelly heaved as she fluttered her eyes open, her other hand moving to her chest as she pulled at the edge of her shirt, revealing her flushed chest. “I’m ready.” He nodded, unable to hold back his own desire anymore. She smiled as the hand on his back guided him towards her right, but he knew the way to the nursing position well. He shifted and settled in her arm as she lifted out her breast, and hesitated, biting her lip as she tried to figure out how best to do this. He grinned. “The most important part,” he stated quietly as he put his hands up beneath her breast, his right hand moving up to trace the outer edge of her areola, and she took in a sharp breath, the nipple perking up as goosebumps broke out. “Is that all of this in my mouth. You’ll have the best angle to see that… I’ll handle the rest.” “Okay,” she purred, her eyes lighting up as he opened his mouth, as she positioned her breast carefully, lightly guided by him. As soon as he felt the soft breast touch his lips, he put his tongue forward to brush against the tip of the nipple. She hummed in response, and he closed his eyes as the pressure of her breast rested over the lower half of his face, and he did another pass over with his tongue to verify, and then he began to suck. He realized the massage must have moved things along, as only a few dry sucks were needed for the liquid to start flowing. He took in a long, deep breath through his nose as his entire body temperature rose from the pure satisfaction of the flavor, which was slightly different from what he remembered, but still rich, creamy, and delicious. His hands still on her breast, he began to massage again, though now it was technically kneading. Kelly wavered between breathing heavily, sighing contentedly, and smiling as she watched. She had waves of satisfaction, but she was putting the focus on him. And she made that clear when her free hand stroked the center of his diaper. His eyes flew open in surprise, her fingers easily finding his erect penis through the dry padding, and she gave him a reassuring, flirty look. He stared only for a moment, never once stopping his drinking, but he managed only the slightest of smiles as he closed his eyes again. She ran her fingers up and down, rubbing against the shaft through the thick diaper. The amount of pressure necessary to make it feel good was likely minimal to her, making it all the easier for her to maintain a consistent pressure and rhythm. After a few attempts, he realized she had begun to match her strokes with his suckles. For an unknown amount of time, to both of them, they were completely in sync. “Ooh,” Kelly breathed as she sensed the end of her supply in her right breast, and Charlie released the suction; despite it being her first time, some instinct seemed to kick in as she wordlessly moved him to her other side, and quickly he latched on. She patted the rear of his diaper a few times as she let him establish the rhythm, and once she had tuned to it, her hand returned to the front, and her fingers reasserted the pressure. Only briefly did he again lament that the diaper was dry, as the mush of a semi-wet diaper would have felt better, but it was an incredibly fleeting thought. There was only so much room in his brain at the moment, and between the satisfaction in his stomach and the pulsing, throbbing anticipation in his groin, all other thoughts were pummeled into silence. It was sensory overload, but in the best possible way. His sense of taste was spiking into euphoria, the smell of Kelly, the view of her breast when his eyes fluttered open, the sound of her breathing and moans, and her touch… Kelly moved and cupped her entire hand between his legs, grabbing at the crotch of the diaper and pressing her thumb from the base of his shaft upwards. This new sensation was a jarring surprise as he felt her thumb and pressure near his butt; Charlie tried to gasp, but his mouth reflexively sucked in a little too hard instead. While milk shot into his mouth, cum spurted from his penis; the sensation, though surprising, worked in a way he never would have anticipated. The spike in sucking on her nipple caused her to let out a moan, like before, spiking slightly into sounding painful. Her cradling arm tensed, jerking him slightly upwards and pushing his face into her breast, which immediately became his favorite way to orgasm. His entire body quivered, his breathing through his nose loud and sharp, and he felt Kelly’s thumb move just a few more times before she released the pressure. Her hand remained as she gave a gentle rub and pat of the diaper crotch. He sucked a few more times in semi-rhythm with follow-up spurts of cum as he breathed heavily through his nose, and finally let out a deeply satisfied groan as he released the latch and melted into her arms, feeling tapped out of energy and utterly relaxed. Kelly smiled as she tucked her breast back into her bra, letting out a few relaxing breaths as she leaned back in the rocking chair. “I’ll, uh… change you in a minute,” she said softly. “I don’t care,” he chuckled breathily, and he curled in towards her, his cheeks flushed as he nuzzled in. He belched a few times into her armpit, which she chuckled at while patting his back, but otherwise they were silent. She rocked him to sleep for twenty minutes before she changed him into a fresh diaper and brought him into her room to cuddle for the night.

Fresh pepperoni pizza from Aldi that you bake in the oven at home.  Yummy.  Salad too. 

It depends (no pun intended) on who you ask. I like the show but other people don't.  And Cassie (Sydney's character) is trying to find social media fame this season. Hence that sort of littish get up she had on. 

Honey garlic chicken in the crockpot