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Let your baby side show.
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By ValentinesStuff · Posted
During a recent Cubs game, NorthShore ran a straight up "NorthShore Adult Diaper" ad. And they are sponsoring Cubs Saves, donating to some charity. I always thought Pitcher Changes should be their sponsorship target, or errors. And yes the ad referred to them as diapers. -
By FloridaKid · Posted
The recent relatively rapid fire pace of your posts for this story is awesome. Thank you! I know the disappearance of Clark’s in-laws is a shock and disappointment for him, but I’m glad to see his relationship with Janet is improving and bringing him some happiness. Once again your insider understanding of an elementary school setting, in this case the pace and “focus” of second semester (and really any holiday break), resonates with this retired educator. 🤣 This is such a great story. Thanks again for continuing to update it on this forum. -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 25 : Jill stirred slowly, the quiet rhythm of the rocking chair having long since stopped. The nursery was still, dim, and peaceful—but the pressure in her stomach pulled her fully awake. She glanced down at Jack, still nestled against her, warm and relaxed. For a moment, she hesitated. I don’t want to wake him… But she knew she had to move. Carefully—slowly—she shifted in the chair and stood, holding him close so the transition wouldn’t startle him. Step by step, she carried him over to the crib, lowering him gently onto the mattress and tucking the blanket lightly around him. For a second, it seemed like he might stay asleep. Then he stirred. His face scrunched slightly, his body shifting as the absence of warmth registered. His eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first—then searching. The moment he realized Jill wasn’t holding him anymore, his lip trembled. A soft whine broke the silence. “Mama…” he murmured, the word small and shaky. Jill leaned over the crib immediately, brushing her hand gently along his arm. “Hey, hey… it’s okay,” she whispered, trying to soothe him before it escalated. “I’m right here.” But it wasn’t the same. Jack’s whine turned into a small cry, his arms lifting instinctively, reaching. “I know,” Jill said softly, her voice full of apology. “I know, baby… I just need to use the potty, okay? I’ll be right back. Just a minute.” Jack didn’t understand. Or maybe he did—but it didn’t make it easier. His cries grew a little louder, more urgent, his body shifting restlessly in the crib. Jill lingered for a second longer, clearly torn, before finally stepping back. “I’ll be right back,” she repeated gently, even as she turned toward the door. The crying followed her out. — A few minutes later, Jill returned quickly, her pace a little faster than before. The sound of Jack’s crying hit her the moment she opened the door again. He was still upset—small face flushed, eyes watery, his hands gripping at the blanket as if it could bring her back. “I’m here, I’m here,” Jill said immediately, moving to the crib and scooping him up into her arms. Jack clung to her, his cries softening into shaky whimpers as he pressed against her shoulder. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry,” she murmured, rocking him gently. “I didn’t mean to leave you like that.” She held him close, trying to settle him again—but the lingering distress made it harder this time. — The noise had carried. Marcus appeared in the doorway, rubbing the back of his neck slightly as he took in the scene. Jack upset, Jill trying to calm him—it didn’t take much to piece it together. He just needed her… and she had to step away, Marcus thought, a flicker of sympathy crossing his mind. Kid’s had a long day… no wonder he’s struggling. He stepped a little closer, watching Jack cling tightly to Jill. Then an idea clicked. “Hey,” Marcus said gently, his tone softer than usual. “I’ve got an idea.” Jill glanced at him, still rocking Jack. Marcus crouched slightly, meeting Jack’s level. “What do you think, buddy?” he asked. “You wanna have a sleepover… in Mama and Dada’s room tonight?” Jack paused. His crying didn’t stop immediately—but it slowed. His small hands loosened just slightly as he looked at Marcus, trying to process what he’d said. “A… sleepover…?” he murmured. Marcus gave a small nod, offering a faint smile. “Yeah. Big bed. Extra blankets. You can bring a toy.” Jack sniffled, but there was a noticeable shift. “…otay…” he said quietly. Marcus stood, stepping forward to take him gently from Jill’s arms. Jack didn’t resist—he just held on, wrapping his arms around Marcus’s neck and resting his head against his shoulder. Marcus adjusted his grip, patting his back lightly. He’s calmer already… good, he thought. Just needed something to look forward to. He grabbed a blanket from the crib and one of Jack’s toys, tucking them under his arm as they headed toward the bedroom. — Meanwhile, Jill slipped into the kitchen, moving quickly but quietly as she prepared a bottle. Her movements were automatic, practiced—but her mind lingered on Jack. I shouldn’t have left him like that… she thought, guilt tugging at her. He just needed comfort… She shook it off gently, finishing up and heading back. — In the bedroom, Marcus had already settled Jack onto the bed. He adjusted the pillows slightly, making sure Jack was comfortable, then draped the blanket over him and placed his toy within reach. “There we go,” Marcus murmured. Jack clutched the toy, still a little clingy, but far calmer now. Marcus clipped his pacifier nearby, making sure it was easy to reach. He’s winding down… good, he thought, watching the tension slowly leave Jack’s small frame. Jill entered quietly, bottle in hand. “Here,” she said softly, sitting beside him. Jack immediately shifted toward her, snuggling in as she guided the bottle gently to his mouth. He latched on without hesitation this time, drinking steadily, peacefully—no fuss, no resistance. Jill exhaled softly, some of the earlier guilt easing as she stroked his hair. Marcus watched from the other side of the bed, arms loosely crossed. This… this is better, he thought. He just needs consistency… and maybe… less pressure. After a while, Jill eased the bottle away, giving Jack a gentle burp before guiding the pacifier into his mouth. He accepted it easily, already half-asleep, his small hands clutching his bunny tightly. He curled slightly toward Jill, comforted, safe. Marcus and Jill exchanged a quiet look. “Good night, buddy,” Marcus said softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Jack’s forehead. Jill followed, brushing her lips against his skin just as gently. “Good night,” she whispered. Jack didn’t respond—already drifting. But the faint, steady rhythm of his breathing said enough. He was finally at peace. -
I'm really enjoying this story!! Please keep it up! I'm curious to see where this goes.
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