daddybrian

Helps feed you your dinner, smiling at you and feeding myself between feeding you. The baby site that ordered the crib through also has high chairs for adult babies, ordered one there. It only comes in natural wood color, but would be easy to paint or stain.

"Spaghetti it will be," I say and get out the proper ingredients to make the spaghetti.

Goes to the kitchen and asks you what you would want most for dinner. There are lots of options to make and consider myself a decent cook.

Hands you the paci and smiles as you pop it into your mouth. Kisses your cheeks.

Pats the front of your diaper when you come over again to me. "Little Ashley needs changing again," I say, getting the necessary stuff. Blows big on your belly when finished changing your diaper. Then goes downstairs to transfer the load of wash over to the dryer.

After you choose the set you like and return to your toys, I get out my wallet and credit card and purchase the set. They are very expensive, but my new babygirl is totally worth it. I am told by the site the new furniture will be delivered to the house in two weeks. I relay the message to you. "Will it be okay to use a changing pad on the floor until the special changing table gets here?"

"You gets points for trying, Ashley. Cheer up." I get out my laptop computer and go to a web site that specializes in clothes and accessories for adult babies. "Come look at these cribs and changing table, Ashley!"

"Because for one thing this desk is too low for me to use to change your diapers, but also it's not designed to really have a lot of weight on it. You may not weigh a whole lot, but this desk is designed for less weight." Puts water in your new bottle for you to drink.

Almost forgot to mention about the Walgreens on the way home. Got you the pacis and bottles to drink from as you asked for.

An employee comes over and offers you a bib, which I accept for you and help you into. When we finish our lunch, I let you go into the play area for a little while and then we walk back home. After getting home I take off the onesie so can clean it right away and help you into one of your t-shirts. Again, the diaper shows, but you are inside the house and it doesn't matter because only I can see it.

"It is not your fault at all about the fact that you have a weak bladder. Shame on them for not being better parents. Their loss and my gain. I have no problems treating you like a baby and keeping you in diapers to ease the issue about the weak bladder."

Hands you the kids meal and we both start to eat. "Have you always had a weak bladder, Ashley, or is this something recent?," I ask softly. There are only a few other customers in the building, more are going around the drive through.

Decides to be nice and carry you the short distance further as you clearly like to be held and carried. Orders a kids meal for you and a burger for myself. Lets you chose the table and brings over the food when the staff finishes making it.

I smile at your cuteness. "I see no reason why no. The onesies really look like a tucked-in t-shirt and no-one would really know the difference." Helps you get dressed into the clothes, along with more hugs and kisses. We then walk to the restaurant as it is only a few blocks away. I give you some sunglasses to wear.

"Yes, we can go get lunch. Do you want to get hamburgers? I know of a Carl's Jr nearby and also there is a Walgreens which I am sure will sell some baby supplies like the bottles and paci."

I follow you as you start walking around the house, your diaper visible to me. "Lots of room for a little baby to play in. Your high chair when we get it can be either here in the kitchen or in the dining room. There is also a small breakfast bar. In the living room is a collection of children appropriate videos and books, though I rarely watch TV myself anymore. There is also a basement, but it is just the laundry room and where I like to do my model woodworking.

Detects the excitement in your voice. "Ha ha ha, calm down, Ashley. We can get some of the items today, more over the next few days. Let's get you more adjusted to your new place first. Take some time to explore the house and back yard. It will be a good place for a girl like you to play."

I smile back at you myself. "Having you as a baby full-time would be no problem at all. We can make your bed into a crib and will need to make or get a changing table for you. You love wearing diapers and fit them nicely." Pats you over the front of your diaper when finished taping closed.

"Yes. You always may ask me any question you want, Ashley." I take your hand in mine, holding softly. Brings your hand to my mouth to kiss it.

I sit horrified listening to what your former parents had done to you. While you are being held, I hear the sound of the diaper being wetted, so proceed to change you again. "You are safe here with me, those things will not be happening again."

Hears you crying and comes into your room. "What happened, Ashley? Are you okay?" Sits besides you and holds you to calm you down.

Hears the yawn. "Let me check you really quickly and then you can take more of a nap." Seeing that you had wet the diaper, I give you a changing then tuck you into the bed, rubbing your back.

Carries you to the new room, where it has light pink walls with white trim, ceiling, and furniture. For now has a child's bed, but can be converted back to a crib. And a changing table will need to be made for you. Also there is a toy box in one corner and a small desk for coloring in coloring books on the opposite corner. "Do you like your new room, Ashley?" I kiss your cheek.

I park the car into the garage so that you are in the shade, then haul all the diapers and clothes into your new room. I then return to the car and gently wake you to tell you about being home and ask if you want to see your new room.

Brian selects several dresses, a few onesies and the footed sleeper. Then we go to the cashier aisles to pay for the merchandise. After arriving at the car, I put the car seat into the back seat and help you get buckled in, then the diapers and clothes go into the trunk.