When he woke up, he was, apparently, stuck in a portable crib that Anya had in case a friend came over with a little. She didn't have any of her own, after all. He couldn't get out without help... And his diaper was cold and mushy! Anya wasn't anywhere to be seen- she was busy tidying up the place as she always did on Saturdays!
The rest of that night was a blur for him at least, constantly falling in and out of his trance. He remembered a small bath, a change and then being placed in a small bed but not much else. He slept for hours, nearly till mid day the next morning when he woke up with a headache and a messy diaper.
Lion says he liked this last chapter much more than the previous one. But he’s a liar. How can a chapter that ends with emotional surrendering be better than one where all the tensions are peaked up and trust is totally broken?
She sat down in her seat and held him on her lap, stroking his back. "It's alright, sweetie. That's a good boy..." she soothed, noting that his diaper had grown a bit less crinkly as it was wet. She smiled at this, glad to see that he was getting comfortable with her. She kissed the top of his head, then she drove him to her nice, cozy home. "Here we are! Now let's get you inside, alright cutie?"