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Chapter 18 : Jill stepped into the private room and quietly shut the door behind them, the soft click sealing them away from the noise and attention of the classroom. The difference was immediate. The air felt calmer—still, almost insulated.   The room itself was simple, clearly not meant for much more than occasional use. The walls were a neutral off-white, bare except for a single framed print that hung slightly off-center, depicting a muted landscape that did little to draw attention. Overhead, a fluorescent light cast a soft but steady glow, not harsh, but not particularly warm either.   The floor was covered in a low-pile, gray carpet—clean but worn in places, as if it had seen years of quiet foot traffic. There were no decorations, no personal touches. Just a functional, quiet space.   Off to one side sat a small loveseat upholstered in a dull beige fabric. It looked comfortable enough, the cushions slightly indented from use, with rounded armrests that gave it a softer, more inviting shape. It wasn’t anything special, but in a room like this, it stood out as the only place meant for sitting—meant for settling down.   Against the opposite wall was a narrow table, mostly empty save for a box of tissues and a small trash bin tucked neatly underneath. There was also a folded chair leaned up in the corner, unused and easy to overlook.   Jill moved toward an open section of the floor, setting the diaper bag down beside her. With practiced motions, she reached inside and pulled out a soft, foldable changing pad. She laid it out flat on the carpet, smoothing it with her hand to make sure it was even.   “There we go,” she murmured quietly, more to soothe than anything else.   Jack clung to her still, his earlier cries reduced to soft, uneven sniffles. His face was flushed, tear-streaked, and tired. The emotional weight of everything still lingered in the way his small body sagged against her.   Jill adjusted her grip on him before gently lowering him onto the changing pad. The soft crinkle beneath him filled the otherwise quiet room, a small sound that seemed louder in the stillness.   The loveseat remained just within reach—close enough to be convenient, close enough for what Jill had in mind next.   Jill worked quietly and efficiently, focusing on getting Jack cleaned up. She spoke softly as she changed his diaper, her tone calm and steady, as if trying to ground him after everything that had just happened. The room stayed quiet except for the soft rustle of wipes and the faint crinkle of the fresh diaper being secured into place.   “There we go,” she murmured once she finished, smoothing out his shorts again. “All clean.”   Jack lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, his breathing finally steadying. The storm of emotions from earlier had worn him out. He felt drained—too tired to fight, too overwhelmed to even think straight.   Jill stood and crossed to the small sink, washing her hands thoroughly. The sound of running water filled the room briefly before she shut it off and dried her hands. When she turned back to Jack, her expression had softened into something more thoughtful… almost hopeful.   “Come here,” she said gently, reaching for him.   Jack didn’t resist as she helped him up. His movements were slower now, quieter. Jill guided him over to the loveseat and sat down, pulling him close beside her.   For a moment, she just looked at him, like she was trying to figure out how to say what was on her mind.   “I’ve been thinking,” she began carefully, brushing a hand lightly over his arm. “About what just happened… and how overwhelmed you got.”   Jack glanced up at her, still sniffling faintly, his eyes tired and uncertain.   “I want to try something,” she continued softly. “Something that might help you feel… safer. More comforted.”   Jack blinked at her, confused.   Jill hesitated for only a second before continuing. “I think… I want to try nursing you.”   Jack froze.   For a moment, he wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly. His eyes widened slightly as he just stared at her, searching her face for any sign that she was joking.   She wasn’t.   “I know it probably sounds strange,” Jill added quickly, her voice still gentle, reassuring. “But I really think it could help. It’s calming… it builds trust. It might help you feel more at ease.”   Jack’s mind struggled to process it. The words echoed in his head, not quite settling. He looked at her, stunned, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and uncertainty.   “You… want to try…?” he murmured weakly in his small, babyish voice.   Jill nodded. “Yes. I do.”   She offered him a small, encouraging smile. “Only if you’re okay with it,” she added, though her tone suggested she strongly believed it was the right choice. “I think it could be really good for us. For you.”   Jack hesitated, his thoughts tangled. Nothing about this felt normal—but then again, nothing about his situation was normal anymore. He searched her face again, trying to understand her intent, her confidence.   Slowly… uncertainly… he gave a small nod.   Jill’s expression softened further, relief flickering across her face. “Okay,” she said gently.   She reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a bib, carefully securing it around his neck. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she shifted on the loveseat and guided Jack into position, laying him across her lap so he was supported and comfortable.   “Just relax,” she murmured, one hand resting lightly on his back.   Jack felt his body tense at first, unsure, but Jill’s calm presence made it hard to pull away. She adjusted him slightly, making sure he was positioned correctly, her movements careful and unhurried.   “I want to do this,” she reassured him softly. “It’s okay.”   Jack swallowed, then turned his head slightly, facing her as she gently guided him closer. There was a brief moment of hesitation—then he let himself follow her lead.   Jill exhaled slowly, a quiet sigh of relief escaping her as everything settled into place.   “There we go…” she whispered.   For a while, neither of them said anything.   Jack, hesitant at first, gradually relaxed. The tension in his body eased little by little, replaced by a strange, unfamiliar sense of comfort. He shifted closer without thinking, his small hands resting against her as he settled into the warmth and closeness.   Jill watched him carefully, her hand moving in slow, soothing motions along his back. “I really think this will help,” she said quietly after a moment. “And… eventually, I want to look into getting the right supplements so I can actually feed you properly.”   Her voice was thoughtful, almost hopeful.   “But for now,” she continued softly, “we can do this… along with your bottles.”   Jack didn’t respond. He didn’t really know how to. But he didn’t pull away either.   Instead, he stayed close.   Time passed quietly. After a while, Jack shifted, and Jill gently adjusted him to the other side, continuing the same slow, calming rhythm. The room remained still, peaceful—so different from the chaos earlier.   Jill couldn’t help but smile faintly, a sense of contentment settling over her.   Eventually, though, reality crept back in.   Jill glanced toward her phone and noticed a message from Marcus sent a while earlier, asking where they were. She carefully reached for it, typing out a quick response.   We’ll meet you in the cafeteria in 10 minutes.   She set her phone aside and looked back down at Jack.   “Alright,” she said softly after a little while longer. “We should get going.”   Reluctantly, she helped him sit up, adjusting his clothes and removing the bib. Jack seemed quieter now—still tired, but calmer than before.   Together, they stood. Jill gathered the diaper bag and took his hand again, leading him out of the room.   The walk across campus felt different this time. Jack stayed close, his steps slower but steadier. The noise of students and movement returned around them, but it didn’t feel quite as overwhelming as before.   Eventually, they reached the cafeteria.   Inside, it was busy—voices overlapping, trays clattering, the steady hum of conversation filling the large space. Marcus was already there, standing with a small group of friends, laughing about something.   He spotted them quickly.   “There you are,” he said, stepping forward with a grin. He leaned in and gave Jill a quick kiss, casual and unbothered.   Jack stood right there, watching it happen as if he were invisible.   Marcus pulled back and looked down at him, amusement already creeping into his expression.   “Well?” he said in a mockingly playful tone. “Is the baby all better now? Just needed a little diapy change?”   A couple of his friends snickered, exchanging looks.   “Yeah, looks like he’s good as new,” one of them added under their breath.   Jack’s face tightened, his hands curling slightly at his sides.   Marcus chuckled, clearly entertained, before gesturing toward the food area. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s grab something.”   And just like that, the three of them stepped further into the busy cafeteria, swallowed up by the noise and attention once again.

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Love the dynamic of frankness between Charlie and Sally. Charlie sounds shy and hesitant, but 100% genuine.  Once again, you hsve us holding our breath. I hope it won’t be for long.

You’re reading my mail…  I promise you, I am really writing. It is more difficult than it looks, at least for me. Check the date on the title, I update it as I post!

In a Lunar Cub tonight.   Going way back to their origin, the logo was actually embossed in the plastic tabs.  Sure do wish I had some in my Diaparchive.   I do still have 2 or 3 of the institutional grade.  They're blue (I believe those were color coded for size like many institutional products back then), with no waistband.  These were from back when they still had that micropore lining.