DiaperBoy37

My Mommy would love this diaper so much. I have to send it to her.

He wasn't using sarcasm.

I do wish to finish it. I just have been lacking motivation. It is something that will be finished. I just couldn't give you a time frame.

Please continue!

I will. Don't worry I've been lacking inspiration and motive for a long time.

Please do continue

Please continue

Please continue

It's because of being in a coma for a year. You have to relearn how to do a lot of things.

"Here you go." "Thank you Mikey." Cheryl collected the bowl from my hands. David was over washing dishes and I was here. Still in the high chair until I was let out. Until I was let out. It was a new norm, but I still disliked it so. Same with grabbing, the baby-talk from strangers, the baby-talk at home along with so many other things out of my control. Though that is all the new norm. I could do nothing but be patient and wait for the world to move me. With the dishes done, David came over and unstrapped me, and carried me upstairs. My bib was left downstairs on the highchair, ever only occasionally becoming dirty. A quick diaper change and we were back downstairs. This time though the plush turtle was brought along. Cheryl was in the family-room sitting on the floor. A quick passing by and the toy was handed off to her. "Whats going on?" I asked just as David sat down on the floor a decent distance away. "Well, we want to keep working on walking." Cheryl said. "And we thought maybe trying a positive reinforcement would be a bit helpful." David stood me up in front of him, still holding me by the waist. "You mean more than my normal desire to want to walk? And with that toy?" "You mean Mr. Turtle?" "Sure. Whatever." "Alright well come on. Come to Mommy." Cheryl said, reaching her arms out, one of her hands holding the toy out. David let go of me and I stood there, rolling my eyes for a second before attempting to make my first step. Successfully I made it past the first step. "Go on buddy. You can do it!" David said excitedly. But the second and third steps were harder. My own excitement took over as I realized I could do it. "Come on sweetie, you can do it." Mo-I mean Cheryl said ever so excitedly. But half way between the two giants I toppled to the side and fell. ****************** "You're alright. Let's try again." David reached forward and lifted the small boy back to start. Holding him up in place. "Ready. Set. Go!" With that, Mikey was on his own again, almost stumbling forward to the giant woman and plush toy in front of him. This time Mikey was getting much closer before stumbling and falling down again. "Come on. You can do it sweetie." The hope Cheryl had was written across her face. They both had come so far and she carried his burdens longer than he realized. With everyone set back up again, Mikey started off strong. "Come on! Grab Mr. Turtle!" Excitement filled the woman's voice. "Come on buddy! You can make it!" David added. The small boy toddler his way across the soft carpet, stumbling along the way but not falling. With the last few steps, Mikey lost balance and fell into the plush toy, gripping it before he fell on his face. David was the first to jump for joy. Cheryl pulled Mikey in for a hug as he clung to the toy in a joyful disbelief. "Yaay! You did it! Mikey you did it!" Everyone was excited but only Cheryl and David were cheering. Mikey was silent with just his mouth hanging open. "Let's try again sweetie." Cheryl handed the tyke to David, which the trio set everything back up. Mikey started off again, stumbling his way forwards and falling only a few steps away. Again they tried and Mikey fell a few steps away. The small boy tried for his last time, trying to reach the stuffed plush toy he struggled. Mikey's legs were trembling as tears welled up in his eyes, believing he wasn't going to make it again. He closed his eyes as he toddler forward until he felt he bumped onto something soft. Grabbing ahold of it tightly, he believed at first he fell and began to cry. It wasn't until the little boy opened his eyes that he realized he was holding onto the plush animal. "I DID IT!" He cried loudly as the two giants with him felt proud of his small accomplishment. It was the first true joy Mikey had felt since arriving. "Well little mister, it's bathtub time. And you get some ice cream afterwards." Cheryl playfully said. "And you, other mister better not eat all the ice cream before we get back." "Me? I would never!" David joked back.

I will be. Sorry, I've been busy and keep accidentally setting myself up for mental roadblocks that are points in the story that are essential to the plot.

Can't wait for the update!

David reached for the sleeping boy and let Cheryl get up to go clean up. Mikey began to stir, but quickly fell back asleep. "You should change him and feed him a small bottle. He's going to be cranky if he wakes up hungry." Cheryl whispered giving David a small peck on the lips. David quickly put Mikey into a new set of footie pajamas new diaper. Even wiping his face of the dried tears. Mikey did wake up for a brief moment while the giant was lightly swaddling him, but was still too tired to try to stay awake. Downstairs David grabbed a bottle out of the fridge that was a tad smaller of formula and headed into the family-room to the recliner. With his feet up, laid a little back in the chair, the Giant relaxed and found himself comfortable, before pressing the bottle to the lips of the little boy in his arms. Mikey took to to suckling slowly just as Cheryl came down. "Hey do you have this or do you want me to?" She whispered "It's fine. Besides he has to get used to Daddy too." "Alright. We're going to be having chili for dinner." "Mind grabbing his pacifier before you go?" "I'll be right back then." Cheryl left to go grab a pacifier out of Mikey's room. She was happy that David was working with her and still loved her regardless of the situation they were in. But she was getting worried about how Mikey was with everything. It wasn't that they weren't trying to help the poor boy, more of that he didn't want it. "I just hope he eventually understands. " She sighed and grabbed his pacifier and headed back downstairs. ********************* Quiet sounds of pots clanking together and a seasoned smell filled the air. I took a deep breath and stretched, finding I was only partially unable to move. Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was David's chin. He was snoring lightly. 'Wait he never does this with me. Why is he doing this with me?' I thought to myself. Prying an arm out from the blanket, I started tapping the Giant on the chest just as Cheryl walked in the room. "Oohh. I see you woke up first, and that Dad-vid fell asleep on you huh?" She chuckled at my confused expression. I watched as Cheryl bent forward and kissed David on the cheek. "Wake up love." She said passionately. I hated it when the two flirted in front of me like I wasn't there. If I had rolled my eyes any further I'd be looking at the inside of my head. But I wasn't one to stop them. Regrettably I looked away and felt myself being kissed on the top of my head. "You too bud." David said softly. I looked back to see Cheryl part way to the kitchen already. My cheeks burned when I realized what just happened, burying my face into the blanket I was wrapped in. Why was he acting so affectionately towards me? Before I could contemplate why, we were on our way over and into the kitchen. Each of his moves felt powerful and sturdy. Upon sighting the highchair I was restrained to for most of my meals, the Giant man unraveled me from the blanket and sat me down in the chair. Since my legs weren't sturdy enough to stand on their own, no one wanted to run the risk of me slipping through the bottom. The aroma of spices hit the air when the lid to the pot was taken off. A small bowl was put together and set to the side, most times the food was way too hot to eat right away for me, and I always ended up getting served last. "Here you go." Cheryl chimed to David, who took the two giant's bowls over to the table. Cheryl brought mine over and set it down in front of me with a fork. Just before I could reach for the fork, she brought a bib out and tied it around my neck quickly. I let out a soft sigh in frustration as I glanced at the garment, trying to remember the days I didn't need to worry about this and quickly swallowed the feeling as we ate.

I'm still continuing the story. It's just writers block sucks. But I have issues figuring out what I want to write.