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I'm glad that you found the energy and focus to write again. It was a great chapter!

Wow that’s was an excellent chapter ! It’s really interesting the way Avery acted like a toddler who need to be loved and protected!  question is she bringing him in only a diaper with no clothes ? 🫢 would be cute him in her hip in only a diaper and with his stuffy but I think she gonna dress him first right ! now i am curious to see what gonna happen next 

What a beautiful story, i hope Nina reciprocates Sam's feelings

In my part of the world public holidays are like buses.  For ages there are none and then suddenly they all arrive as a pack.  Consequentially, I’ve had a lot of short weeks recently but there’s a price to be paid.  A few days after just one more upcoming long weekend, I will enter a public holiday drought that shall extend forth to the known boundaries of our space-time universe, or October, whatever arrives first. Last weekend (which was a four day weekend for me), my beloved decided to clean out her kitchen cupboards.  Apart from needing to remain 20 meters from her at all times during this process (it seems that everything she has ever bought has been a critical piece of household support infrastructure and gazing upon her whilst she attempts to cull them vexes her), I realised she’d also managed to completely fill our 240 litre general waste “wheelie bin” with her rejects.  Despite my relief at not having to pay a removalist company additional scarce resources so that she might throw them away from our impending sea-change location, our nominally-generous 240 litre “wheelie bin” was, to use appropriate Australian vernacular, chockers (completely full)...  My Sunday-to-Wednesday bag of used nappies was already entombed beneath bags of obscure, plastic and most likely never-before-used kitchen appliances in that bin but I could see that a Wednesday-to-Sunday tranche of used nappies was never going to fit in there.  Since I was “off” Thursday and Friday anyway due to a confluence of a rostered day off and another public, I just decided to go full time in cloth nappies for the balance of the week thus avoiding the wheelie bin issue.  That’s four days and four nights in old-school cloth nappies. Generally speaking, everything went ok.  Night times were pinned terries worn with the expected elevation in frequency of bedwetting: I suspect a function of the psychological comfort in bed of them being practically unleakable. I was however reminded of one of the perils of cloth pretty much straight away.  Wednesday night’s terry nappy developed a distinct “cattery” odour pretty much the moment it got wet.  This was unfortunately during a late-ish dinner.  By the time I did eventually make it beneath the covers, I was acutely aware that I could easily smell my nappy.  If I could smell my nappy, then so could my beloved, or maybe the neighbours.  Strangely enough, she never said anything. By morning however, there was quite a strong ammonia whiff coming from beneath the blankets and I was glad to change out of it.  She may have been glad for me to change out of it also but she didn’t say it which was nice. I recalled that a couple of weeks ago, I’d run out of laundry sanitiser.  Rationing what I had, I’d run a load or two through without the anti-bacterial additive.  Furthermore, lousy autumn weather had made drying a slow and I suspect, slightly incomplete process.  I ran Wednesday night’s nappy through the machine on Thursday with some other nappy gear that needed a wash but THIS time, I used all the sanitiser.  The weather gods also smiled upon me and I got in some line drying.  On Friday I had coffee with a friend (from DD no less) in a white “DPF with extra padding” adult cloth nappy under jeans.  Although a little puffy in the crotch and bum, he knew exactly what I was wearing anyway and was similarly attired so no dramas there.  Friday night was another pinned terry but it was fine.  Saturday saw the volume unexpectedly taken up a notch.  At my beloved’s behest, I found myself waddling around a shopping mall.  The issue however was that the bulky “Omutsu” cloth/Velcro nappy under milky white plastic pants I was wearing had already seen some hours use at home before I left.  I could feel cool cloth wetness hanging down between my thighs and frankly, I felt a fraction more obvious than I was comfortable with.  My beloved however didn’t seem to notice nor care.  At least I didn’t leak. By Saturday night, looking for another night-shift nappy, I decided that Wednesday’s malodorous terry was dry enough to go another round.   Normally this nappy wouldn’t rotate back on-shift for a couple of weeks (I have quite a few cloth terries) but I decided to bring it forward in the rotation to see if it had “improved” any. I went to bed that in Wednesday’s (laundered) terry, slightly damp at around 11pm and proceeded to dreamlessly pee myself through the night. By morning, whilst I couldn’t claim to be smelling exactly lavender fresh (when you pee in cloth nappies, they smell of pee), I didn’t smell like a cat’s litter box either.  The scent coming from beneath the blankets was vastly muted relative to Thursday morning and was little more than a faint warm pee smell.  I smelt no worse than your average toddler. Laundry wash sanitiser works.  So does ultraviolet light but mainly it’s sanitiser.