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Up this morning in my wet pink MegaMax diaper...my mistake, make that also messy for Messy Monday Morning, great to start the week with the three M's.

Chapter 14 : Jack jolted awake in the middle of the night, his body tense and his bladder screaming for relief. For a few disoriented seconds, he just sat there in the darkness, heart pounding, trying to remember where he was. The room felt unfamiliar—shadows stretched across the walls, and everything looked bigger, stranger, wrong.   Then he saw it.   Through the bars of the crib, a soft glow illuminated the room—a cartoonish dinosaur shining from the wall. That stupid Dino Dan nightlight. Jack clenched his jaw, anger bubbling up inside him.   Dino Dan this… Dino Dan that… it’s everywhere, he thought bitterly. I can’t escape it.   Frustrated, he reached for the crib bars, intending to pull himself up and maybe—somehow—climb out. But the moment his hands touched the rails, he realized the problem. The thick, padded mittens swallowed his fingers, making it impossible to get a proper grip. He tried again, harder this time, but his hands slipped uselessly.   “No… come on…” he muttered under his breath, panic starting to creep in.   He spat out the pacifier in frustration, but it didn’t fall away like he hoped. Instead, it dangled mockingly from the clip attached to his sleeper—of course, decorated with Dino Dan.   “Dino Dan is going to be the death of me…” Jack mumbled, his voice small in the quiet room.   Desperate, he called out, “Jill? Marcus?” His voice cracked slightly. No answer.   He tried again, louder this time. “Hey! I need—”   Marcus’s voice suddenly crackled through the baby monitor, flat and unimpressed. “That’s not how little diaper babies communicate. You know better than that.”   The response hit Jack like a slap. On the other side of the wall, Marcus simply rolled over, settling back into bed beside Jill as if nothing had happened.   Jill, however, didn’t settle so easily. A knot formed in her chest. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, listening to the silence that followed. It was bad enough that Jack was stuck in this situation—but Marcus’s coldness made it worse. Jack didn’t deserve that.   Back in the nursery, Jack lay there, humiliated and increasingly desperate. His body ached with the need to go, and there was nothing he could do. No control. No dignity.   He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking, What would a baby do?   The answer made his stomach twist.   But he did it anyway.   A soft whimper escaped his lips… then another… and before he knew it, the sound grew into full-on crying. Not forced—real. Raw. Helpless. The kind of crying that came from feeling completely trapped.   It only lasted seconds, but to Jack, it felt like minutes stretching endlessly.   Footsteps approached.   The door creaked open, and Jill gently peeked her head inside. Her voice was soft, warm—but carried that exaggerated babyish tone.   “What’s the matter?” she asked, stepping into the room.   Jack sniffled, wiping at his tears as best he could with the mittens. “I… I need to use the potty…” he said, his voice small and strained.   Jill’s expression softened even more, but she shook her head gently. “Oh, sweetie… you’re in diapers now, remember?” she said quietly. “It’s okay. You can just go, and I’ll take care of you.”   Jack’s face burned with embarrassment. He hesitated, his body fighting it—but he didn’t have a choice.   Jill leaned over the crib, brushing a few strands of hair from his damp forehead. “Here,” she murmured, offering him his pacifier again.   This time, Jack didn’t argue. He accepted it, letting it settle between his lips. The familiar motion brought a small, reluctant comfort.   “Aww… you really do love your binky, don’t you?” Jill said gently, a faint smile in her voice. “And that’s perfectly okay. No judgment here.”   Jack’s eyes stung as he finally let go, his body relaxing in defeat. The diaper warmed quickly beneath him, and a muffled cry escaped around the pacifier as tears slipped down his cheeks.   Jill didn’t rush him.   She simply stayed there, one hand resting lightly against him, letting him finish, letting him feel whatever he needed to feel.   When he was done, she carefully lifted him from the crib, holding him securely against her chest. “Shhh… it’s okay,” she whispered, carrying him over to the rocking chair.   She sat down and gently rocked, cradling him close. Jack resisted at first, his body tense—but the steady motion, the warmth, the quiet reassurance… it wore him down.   His breathing slowed.   The tears stopped.   “You’re okay,” Jill murmured softly, her voice steady and comforting. “I’ve got you.”   For a moment, Jack just rested there, his head against her, feeling small—but safe.   After a few minutes, Jill stood and brought him over to the changing table. She worked gently, efficiently, undoing the soiled diaper and cleaning him up with practiced care.   “There we go,” she said softly, her tone light, almost playful. “All clean again.”   Her words, her tone—it all felt so… infantilizing. She made small, absent-minded comments as she worked, calling parts of him “cute” in a way that made Jack’s cheeks flush with quiet embarrassment.   But she wasn’t cruel about it.   Just… matter-of-fact.   She fastened a fresh diaper snugly into place, adjusted his sleeper, and then scooped him up once more.   “Much better,” she said.   Back in the rocking chair they went.   This time, Jack didn’t resist at all. He curled into her instinctively, his body heavy with exhaustion. The gentle rocking, the warmth, the feeling of being clean again—it all combined into a quiet, overwhelming comfort.   His eyes fluttered.   The pacifier shifted slightly as his breathing deepened.   And before long, Jack drifted back to sleep in Jill’s arms, held securely, the soft creak of the rocking chair carrying him into the night. Chapter 15 : The kitchen smelled incredible.   Jack noticed it the second he stepped out of the nursery—rich, savory, normal. His stomach tightened as the scent hit him: fresh coffee, warm pancakes… and bacon. Real, crispy bacon.   For a moment, he just stood there, breathing it in like it might disappear if he didn’t. His chest ached with longing.   Bacon…   It had always been his favorite. Even more than pizza—and pizza had been untouchable in his mind. Bacon was comfort. Bacon was normal. Bacon was him.   But as his eyes landed on the table, that brief spark of hope dimmed.   The table was set neatly—plates, silverware, steaming mugs of coffee for Marcus and Jill. A full, adult breakfast.   None of it was for him.   Jack’s gaze shifted slowly… until it landed on the high chair.   Bright. Plastic. Covered in Dino Dan.   Waiting.   His stomach sank.   Of course…   Marcus gestured toward it casually. “Alright, little man. Your seat’s ready.”   Jack hesitated a few steps away from it, his body refusing to move any closer. His eyes flicked back to the plate of bacon on the table, then to Jill.   Think… just think…   If talking like himself didn’t work… maybe playing along would.   The thought made his stomach twist, but the smell of bacon pushed him forward.   He swallowed his pride.   “Ma… ma…” he started, his voice small and awkward. He forced himself to lean into it, softening his tone as much as he could. “Bacon… pwease?”   The words felt ridiculous coming out of his mouth, but he pushed through it, looking up at Jill with wide, pleading eyes.   For a second, there was silence.   Then Jill’s entire expression lit up.   Marcus blinked, caught off guard. “Wait—”   “Oh my goodness,” Jill said, her voice instantly warm and delighted. “Did you hear that?”   Marcus frowned slightly. “Yeah, I heard it. That doesn’t mean—”   “He asked so nicely,” Jill cut in, smiling down at Jack. She brushed her fingers gently through his hair. “Yes, sweetie. Since you asked Mama so nicely, I’ll give you a couple bites of my bacon…”   Jack’s heart leapt.   “…but,” she added, her tone turning gently firm, “you have to eat all your baby food without any fuss. Deal?”   Jack nodded quickly—too quickly.   “Deal,” he said softly, not even caring how small his voice sounded.   Worth it.   Marcus let out a quiet, incredulous scoff. “You’re seriously rewarding that?”   Jill glanced over at him. “I’m encouraging good behavior.”   “He’s playing you,” Marcus replied flatly.   “Or,” Jill said calmly, tying a bib around Jack’s neck, “he’s trying.”   Marcus shook his head, muttering under his breath as he grabbed his coffee. “Unbelievable…”   Jack barely heard him.   He had already won.   Jill helped him into the high chair, securing him in place before bringing over a couple of small jars of baby food and—more importantly—a plate with a few cut-up pieces of bacon set off to the side.   Jack’s eyes locked onto the bacon immediately.   It’s real. I actually did it.   “Alright,” Jill said sweetly, sitting down beside him. “Let’s start with your food first.”   The spoon came toward him.   Jack opened his mouth obediently, determined not to mess this up. The taste hit him—bland, mushy, vaguely unpleasant—but he didn’t react. He swallowed it down quickly.   Don’t gag. Don’t spit it out. Just get through it.   Another spoonful. Then another.   Jill smiled as she fed him, though not every bite landed perfectly. A bit smeared across his cheek. Another dabbed onto his chin.   “Aww,” she cooed softly, wiping at him half-heartedly. “You’re making such a mess.”   Jack knew some of it wasn’t entirely accidental. She could have been more precise.   But she wasn’t.   And that somehow made it more embarrassing.   Still, he didn’t complain.   Across the table, Marcus had already checked out of the situation entirely. He scrolled through his phone, occasionally taking bites of his breakfast, completely uninterested now that things weren’t going his way.   Jack noticed.   Figures… he thought. If he’s not in control, he doesn’t care.   Jill eventually set the spoon down and picked up the bottle. “Here, sweetie. Drink this.”   Jack latched on quickly, the familiar motion automatic now. The milk was warm and smooth—thankfully not formula.   At least there’s that, he thought, relaxing slightly as he drank.   Once the bottle was finished, Jill smiled and reached for the plate.   “And now,” she said softly, “your reward.”   She placed four small pieces of bacon in front of him.   Jack didn’t hesitate.   He grabbed them clumsily but eagerly, bringing the first piece to his mouth. The taste was everything he remembered—salty, crispy, perfect.   For a brief moment, everything else faded away.   He smiled.   A real one.   Jill watched him with quiet amusement, eating her own breakfast beside him. “See? All that good behavior pays off.”   Marcus didn’t even look up. “Yeah, yeah.”   Jack ignored him.   For those few bites, none of it mattered—the chair, the bib, the baby food, the humiliation.   It was just bacon.   But the moment didn’t last.   As the last piece disappeared, reality crept back in.   Class.   Jack’s smile faded, his shoulders sinking slightly as the reminder settled over him.   Back to this…   The brief victory was over.   And the day was just beginning.

Actually, my grandfather was a farmer, and he drove a Saab. It was such a legendary car that I had to include it in the story as well. In this case, the Saab is only a kind of “presentation car” — the family also has an another car, which was used to pick Sara up from the station in the first chapter. If I remember correctly, the make of that car isn’t mentioned.

@Diaper Bearer: Most months, near zero.  I wear cloth diapers and protective pants.  So I spend significantly more when I buy replacements.  Overall,I’d say I spend less over time. See my other recent posts on this subject for specific recommendations.

Encore une fois un chapitre génial trop envie de savoir qu'est ce qui va se passer.