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By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 20 : The walk back to the dorm was tense, the kind of silence that lingered too long after chaos. The echoes of the cafeteria still seemed to cling to them—laughter, embarrassment, the tug-of-war over the bunny—none of it had really settled. Marcus broke first. His voice came out sharper than expected, edged with frustration that had clearly been building. “What has gotten into you?” he snapped, turning toward Jack as they stepped inside. “Seriously—what was that back there? That stunt with that stupid toy?” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing a step before continuing. “I know you’re not actually a baby, Jack. But that doesn’t mean you can just lose it every time something doesn’t go your way.” Jack flinched slightly at the words, his small hands tightening at his sides. His mouth opened, ready to fire something back—anything to defend himself—but the words caught in his throat. Jill stepped in before he could even try. “Marcus, enough.” Her tone wasn’t loud, but it carried weight—firm, tired, and unmistakably done with the arguing. She placed herself slightly between them, her expression soft but resolute. “I’ve had it with the constant teasing and fighting between you two. This isn’t helping anyone. It’s exhausting.” Marcus let out a quiet scoff but didn’t argue further, turning away with a frustrated exhale. Jill shifted her attention, her posture softening as she reached into the bag and pulled out the bunny. She held it carefully, turning it over in her hands. The once-soft fur was matted and grimy, still carrying the unpleasant reminder of where it had been. Her brows knit together with concern. “Oh, Jack…” she murmured, her voice gentle now. “I’m really sorry about your bunny.” She brushed a thumb lightly over one of its ears, as if trying to comfort both the toy and its owner at the same time. “We’ll figure out a way to clean it up, okay? I promise.” Jack’s eyes lingered on the bunny, a mix of lingering sadness and quiet relief flickering across his face. Jill looked back at him, her expression warming. “But right now, you look completely worn out,” she said softly. “Honestly, I think we all are.” She gave a small, tired smile. “How about a nap? Would you rather rest in the playpen… or your room?” Jack hesitated. His mind turned slowly, more deliberate than usual. The playpen was easy, familiar—but the nursery… that felt different. Quieter. More private. And if he was being honest with himself, there was something comforting about it. Something he didn’t fully understand, but didn’t want to question too hard either. And maybe… just maybe… he could convince Jill to stay a little while. His gaze flicked briefly toward Marcus before settling back on Jill. That alone made the decision easier. In a small, hushed voice—soft, almost shy—he answered, “Mama… my room… pwease.” The word slipped out naturally, and even Jack seemed momentarily surprised by how easily it came. Jill’s expression softened even more, a gentle nod following. “Alright,” she said quietly. “Your room it is.” She reached for his hand, her touch warm and steady, and together they headed toward the nursery—leaving Marcus behind in the stillness of the dorm, and, for the moment, leaving the tension at the door. The nursery felt like a different world the moment they stepped inside—quiet, dim, and untouched by the tension they had just left behind. The soft hum of a nightlight filled the space, casting a warm glow across the walls and the neatly arranged furniture. Jill gently closed the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the dorm—and Marcus along with it. She knelt slightly in front of Jack, her expression soft and reassuring. “Hey… it’s okay,” she said gently, brushing a stray bit of hair from his face. “Everything’s going to be alright. Marcus just… needs a little time to cool off, that’s all. He gets like that sometimes.” Her voice was calm, steady—grounding in a way that made the chaos from earlier feel a little farther away. “He’ll come around.” Jack didn’t say anything, but his shoulders relaxed just a little under her gaze. Jill gave him a small, encouraging smile before moving into routine. “Let’s get you settled, okay?” She checked his diaper with practiced ease, making sure everything was still in place and comfortable. Satisfied, she guided him over to the crib, lifting him gently and setting him down against the soft mattress. The familiar space seemed to swallow him up, the blankets and padding making everything feel smaller, quieter. Jack shifted slightly, glancing over toward the rocking chair in the corner. For a brief moment, he lingered on it—the gentle creak it made, the way it swayed, the closeness it offered. He almost said something… almost asked. But he didn’t. Jill was already moving, tucking a few of his toys around him—carefully placing them within reach as if they were tiny comforts meant to stand in for everything else. She adjusted the blanket over him, smoothing it out with light, attentive movements before picking up his pacifier. “Here,” she said softly, easing it into his mouth. “There we go.” Jack accepted it without protest, his fingers lightly gripping one of the toys beside him. Jill leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I’m really sorry about earlier,” she murmured, her voice quieter now, more personal. “About Marcus… and everything.” There was a hint of guilt in her tone, like she wished she could’ve stopped it sooner. She lingered for just a second, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder, before finally straightening. “Get some rest, okay?” With one last soft look, she turned and made her way to the door, slipping out quietly and pulling it closed behind her. The room fell still. Jack shifted in the crib, the mattress giving slightly beneath him as he adjusted. His thoughts lingered—on Marcus, on the cafeteria, on the bunny… on Jill. The quiet gave everything space to settle, even if not completely. After a moment, his grip on the toy loosened. His eyes slowly fluttered shut, the weight of the day finally catching up to him as he drifted into an uneasy, but much-needed rest. A few hours slipped by, the nursery wrapped in a quiet stillness broken only by the soft hum of the monitor and the occasional rustle of blankets. Jack stirred in his crib, shifting slightly as sleep loosened its hold on him. His eyes fluttered open, heavy and unfocused, the dim light making everything feel slow and distant. Then he heard it—footsteps in the hallway. Faint at first, then closer. The doorknob turned with a soft click, and the door eased open. Still half-asleep, Jack turned his head toward the sound, his pacifier bobbing slightly as he spoke around it in a small, hopeful voice. “Mama… dat chu?” The figure that stepped inside wasn’t Jill. It was Marcus. For a moment, Marcus just stood there, watching him. The earlier frustration was gone, replaced with something quieter—something more thoughtful. He exhaled softly before walking over to the crib. “Hey, kid…” he said, his voice low, careful not to startle him. Jack blinked, a little more awake now, his expression shifting with mild surprise as Marcus approached. He didn’t pull away, but he watched him closely. Marcus reached down and held out two things. The first was a freshly made bottle, still warm. Jack hesitated for a second before taking it, his small hands wrapping around it instinctively. The second made him pause. His bunny. Clean. Marcus had clearly taken the time with it—the fur no longer matted, the ears straightened, the dirt and grime gone. It looked… like it had before. Like nothing bad had ever happened to it. Jack’s face softened almost immediately. His grip tightened around the toy as a small smile broke through, the earlier hurt easing in an instant. “Fank goo…” he mumbled around the pacifier, his voice quiet but full of relief. Marcus nodded once, almost awkwardly, like he wasn’t used to this kind of moment. “Yeah… well,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Figured it deserved better than the trash.” There was a brief pause. Marcus glanced toward the door, already half-turning as if to leave—but he stopped himself. He looked back at Jack. Something in his expression shifted again, more serious this time. “I’m sorry,” he said, plainly. No teasing, no edge—just honest. Jack blinked up at him, quiet, still holding both the bottle and the bunny close. Marcus didn’t wait for a response. He gave a small nod, like he’d said what he needed to say, then turned and left the room, closing the door gently behind him. — In the other room, Jill had been listening through the monitor, every word coming through clearly. She smiled softly to herself, relief washing over her as she looked toward Marcus when he came back in. “That was really nice of you,” she said gently. “Seriously.” Marcus let out a small breath, some of the tension finally leaving him as he moved over to his side of the bed. Jill shifted slightly, watching him. “Just… try to be a little nicer to Jack, okay?” she added, her tone calm but sincere. “He’s going through a lot right now. He doesn’t need any more unnecessary drama piled on top of it.” Marcus nodded, lying down on his side, facing her. “Yeah… I know,” he said quietly. There was a pause before he spoke again, softer this time. “I’m sorry to you, too.” Jill’s expression softened. Marcus gave a small gesture with his hand, inviting her closer. She didn’t hesitate, moving in as he wrapped an arm around her. He pulled her into a warm hug, pressing a gentle kiss against her before settling back against the pillow. The tension that had filled the day finally seemed to ease, replaced by something calmer—something steadier. They stayed like that, close together, listening to the soft sounds coming through the monitor. Every little shift, every quiet noise from the nursery held their attention, both of them waiting—ready in case Jack needed them. For now, though, the night felt peaceful. -
Bis 9 Jahre bekam ich jeden Abend eine Windel um und eine Gummihose an. Mit 10 oder 11 fing das einnässen wieder an. Am Abend bekam ich wieder eine Windel um und eine Gummihose an. Wenn ich aus der Schule kam musste ich meine Hose ausziehen und eine Gummihose anziehen. Das war zuerst beschämend weil alle sehen konnten das ich noch einnässe. -
By Panther Cub · Posted
Thank you! Hehehe, it's gunna be a rollercoaster ride of emotions! And I think the party is gunna be an interesting day for the little guy! -
By Baby-Vivianne · Posted
My only problem with this story, is when did the Chastity Cage get put onto Ryan, and, what happened at the Doctors he was supposedly to be taken too ? These would have made good reading. -
By Pierry Louys · Posted
Great chapter !!! Curious to see what gonna happen next ! And to see Tristan reaction when he have a proper toddler birthday with a lot a fun between diaper changes hahahha
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