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1. No changing your own diapers 2. Diapers whenever you’re not at work. 3. No potty for pee, only messies 4. no bad language 5. Be nice to everyone, no yelling or being mean even at work (unless it’s required) 6. No touching yourself. Ever. 7. Baby Boy will finish chores or no video games. Mommy decides what a chore is.

I can only apologize. Work is quite hectic, with quarantine I am doing the job of 8 people alone right now rofl. And while I’ve been anxious to continue, I don’t want to rush the story just to get an update out. But I promise it hasn’t died!

Well thank you! I’m very self conscious about all my writing. While I don’t mind constructive criticism, I can’t bear the trolls lol. as for a scarf, well I’ll just say that it was available. The reason will be made clear in the next chapter, I promise. It should be done this weekend.

PART 3 As Emily rose the following morning, it was a surreal experience. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she wasn’t alone in bed. Her little man was sleeping right next to her, binky half out of his mouth and clutching his teddy. She had never told Will how much it upset her, the constantly waking up in bed alone. She knew he had problems sleeping, and with his mile-a-minute brain laying in bed would never be an option for him. He seemed to need constant stimulation to his mind to keep from going insane. But for now, for this morning, she laid there blissfully and watched the man of her dreams sleep. She had no idea what the future would bring, but if every morning was like this, she would suffer anything. The look of sheer contentment on his face would make her weather any storm, and she knew it had been years before he had gotten a full 8 hours of sleep. After relishing in the moment for what seemed like hours, she slowly slipped out of bed to make her coffee and enjoy the morning, looking forward to the day ahead and whatever t might bring. ______________ Will awoke slowly, climbing from his sleep in a way that was unusual for him. He was usually just awake, straight out of slumber into go mode. But as the fog of sleep was lifting, so many things seemed…..off. The first thing he noticed was that it was brighter in the room than it normally was when he woke up. Did Emily have the lights on for some reason? As he slowly opened one eye, he realized that no…..that was the sun streaming through the windows. He hadn’t slept past sunrise since he was a child, a holdover from the times his parents insisted he be up to make them breakfast. Then there was the fact that he was alone in the bed. He wasn’t sure he liked that. He usually woke up, and Emily was there with him. He wasn’t sure why, but her absence had him disoriented. No, he didn;t like that one bit. As he sat up, he realized that he was still dressed as well. What the hell was going on, he always slept naked! And was that a pillow between his…. And just like that, it all came rushing back to him. The previous night flashed through his mind with lightning speed, The diaper he was wearing was soaked, but he had no time to pay attention to that. Now with the absence of Emily he was frantic. Had she left in the night? No, surely she wouldn’t do that. She had insisted on this! As Emily was coming up the stairs with a sippy, finally ready to wake Will, she could hear him breathing fast and scrambling. As she opened the door, he all but threw himself at her in an attempt to convince himself that she was really there. And for the second time in less than 24 hours, he was in tears. “Oh honey what’s wrong? Tell mommy what’s got you so worked up!” Emily said worriedly. “Did you have a nightmare? What’s wrong?” “I woke up and you weren’t here! You’re always here when I wake up and I wasn’t sure if you left or what and I just…..” “Shhh shhh shhh shh” she gently whispered in his ear as she rocked him in her arms. Could he really be that insecure? She needed to set a few things straight right away it seemed. “Come here and let’s get you changed and talk” she gently prodded him. As she lay the mat out and he slowly climbed up, she handed him the sippy and urged him to drink as she wiped him down. “Now listen here little man, mommy needs to set a few things straight with you. I am not going anywhere, do you hear me? You need to get it out of your head that I am looking for some way to sneak away. I set this all up, and I am here because I choose to be here. If something happens and I don’t feel like I can do this anymore, I will tell you, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon” she told him as she finished wiping hiim. She continued as she rolled the used diaper up to deposit in the trash can. “Now as much as mommy wants to, she can’t be with you twenty-four hours a day. Sometimes I’ll have errands, and at some point you’re going to go acl to work” she could sense his awkwardness as she slid a new diaper under him. “And get that look out fo your eyes. I already changed your wet diaper last night before bed, and this seems like it’s going to be a common thing, so just get over it” she said as she taped the last tape in place. Then she did something he hadn’t seen coming…..she started viciously tickling him! “Wait….no….no!!” He yelled in between his giggles, incoherently begging her to stop, not because he hated this, but more to the point because he was enjoying it so much! As she tickled every inch of him she could find, he rolled and laughed and giggled, and she found herself laughing just as much. “My little Prince,”she said, laying holding him on the bed in his fresh diaper,”Believe it or not, I am enjoying this more than either of us would have guessed. Please, just let yourself let go and enjoy it? I don’t know what’s going to happen, but let’s not spoil this time by worrying about what could go wrong. Okay?” He sighed. “Okay mommy” he said around his sippy. “It’s just so new that I’m adjusting. I proise, I’ll try harder.” “Okay, then let’s go check out our closet, would you like to pick an outfit for the day?” Realizing he hadn’t even explored the closet yet, he was guided in that direction. What he saw filled him with awe. “Mommy, there’s so much! You shouldn’t have spent all of this on me!” She immediately gave him that stern mommy look she was already coming to master in such a short time. “And exactly who handles the money around here?” she asked. “Well you do….but….we never spend anything on me!” “And that’s exactly the point. For years you;ve been spoiling me and I never even noticed. With the exception of a new piece of computer equipment, that you need for work most of the time, we never get you anything nice. Mommy wanted to spoil her little man, so either pick something, or you can just wear your diaper around all day!” Will gulped and turned back to the closet. His wife never spoke to him like that, making demands and threats. But, he quickly forgot about that as he searched through the clothes, which had mesmerized him. There were onesies, and overalls, some outfits that obviously went together (he cringed at the little sailor suit, not sure he would ever be ready for that), and so much more. His mind boggled at how much she had found for him in such a short time. He finally decided on a red onesie with Winnie-the-Pooh on the front. and a pair of denim shortalls. As mommy slipped the onesie over his head and snapped it at the crotch, his mind seemed to quiet. Slipping his legs into the shortalls seemed to take him even further. He watched for any sign that mommy wasn’t enjoying herself, but she just kept fussing over him. The final piece of his outfit was a pacifier clip attached to his collar, with s Tigger pacifier magically appearing from the basket that seemed to overflow with them. “OH MY GOD you look so adorable!” Emily squealed, and Will saw nothing but pure delight as she gushed over his outfit. By the time she was done hugging and complimenting him, his cheeks matched his onesie. Yes, she really was enjoying herself. “Alright, now my gorgeous man needs some breakfast. Scrambled eggs okay sweetheart?” she asked, watching him toddle towards the door. And another round of gushing at that, his diapers forcing him into an almost imperceptible waddle that he was sure would get worse the wetter he got. As they ate breakfast together, it was strange how close to normal it was. Here was Will, sitting in his booster seat, eating off of a puppy plate today, but the conversation could have been considered almost normal. Except that today, their smiles came a little easier, as he shared stories about his work, and she told him about her life. It was similar to when they had been first dating, and had been surrounded by that mist of new love, the one that seems to wear off over time and you never even notice it’s gone. Yes, it’s safe to say they were both in heaven. Until breakfast was over of course, when they found their first hurdle together. _____________________________________ As they were finishing, Will felt the first signs of a gurgle in his tummy. Nothing to worry about, but a sign he would heed as soon as possible. He had already decided to embrace this time living his fantasies, so he had continuously wet himself whenever he felt the need. Obviously, Emily didn’t mind changing his wet diapers, so he let himself just relax. It was harder than he thought at first, wetting his diaper as he helped her clear the table, but he had no doubt that he could and would wet when he needed to. And so Will was mildly damp as he finished, and since he had cleared the table, he headed towards the hallway bathroom. Time to take care of his morning business, he turned the knob only to find it wouldn’t budge. Dumbfounded, he tried for a good ten seconds before heading back to the kitchen. “Mommy, the bathroom door won’t open.” he said, as she turned to him with a dishcloth in one hand. “Well why do you need to get in there silly? Didn’t we discuss this? You’re wearing your diaper, just use them.” she said as she turned back to the sink. “Yeah, but I have to...you know….” he said awkwardly, having never discussed his bowel movements with anyone, he felt awkward just bringing it up. “And?” she replied nonchalantly, not even turning to him as she continued, but a small smile playing across her face unseen. She knew this would happen, he always did his business after breakfast and she had been expecting it. Hence, the locked bathroom door. All the blood drained from Will’s face. No way, she couldn’t expect that. It was too much, there was no way he could soil himself that way. “Emily, really, just give me the key….” He recoiled from the anger he saw on her face. “Excuse me? What did you just say?” “Well I only meant that…:” “I told you my name was MOMMY from now on! Did you ‘forget’ that too?” She grabbed his hand as she practically dragged him upstairs to the bedroom, babbling apologies the whole way. “I only meant...:” “Oh I know good and well what you ‘meant’. You seem to think you can play this fantasy, but that you can pick and choose what parts you play. That is NOT how I do things, and you know that. And now we have to do something I really don’t want to do.” Will was scared now. What did they have to do? __________________________________________ Alex Thompson couldn’t believe this crap. He’d been the facilities specialist for this company for over 20 years, and they just kept screwing him over. It all started Monday morning when James, the department head, walked into his office. He hated James to begin with, the man constantly felt the need to berate him. So, he sometimes took a shortcut here and there, and yeah, maybe it occasionally caused a few problems, but he always fixed them. In the end, why did anyone care how things got done, as long as they got done? And then, this morning, the prick had the nerve to drop that file on his desk. More work for him, which was already annoying, he was reviewing it resignedly with a sigh until the name attached to the project. “Are you kidding me James? All this for that freak?” James sighed as he rubbed his eyes. He hated dealing with Alex, but some things were necessary. One of these days though, he would push his luck too far. Honestly, James should have fired him after the incidents where the bathroom on the second floor exploded, but HR was being a pain, and he had been able to blame subpar parts. It wasn’t brought up that Alex had signed the acquisition himself. “Will isn’t a freak, Alex. He’s one of the most important people in this company. We wouldn’t be where we are today if it weren’t for him” James replied. Alex huffed, and was about to fire off another ‘witty’ retort, James cut him off. “Let me make this clear for you. I’m your boss, and you’re going to do this. You’re going to do this before Will comes back from his vacation. And it had better be done right this time. H.R. can’t save you again.” He let the threat hand in the air, making absolutely sure he was understood. “Fine” Alex replied. He always knew right where the line was, and he was at it. But he was damn sure gonna earn some overtime on this. Time cards could always be manipulated. God, he hated this job. _____________________________________________ As he stood there, Will was in absolute shock. He’d never seen Emily this...not quite angry, but upset for sure. Upset like a mother with an unruly toddler. Which, as he stood there, stripped down to just his diaper, he supposed was an appropriate metaphor. As she walked to the closet and pulled out a long scarf she elaborated. “You have to understand, this is what you wanted. I will NOT be disrespected by a little boy in diapers. So you need to decide now, which path you want to take.: As Will starred at the floor in shame, she continued. “I’m frankly surprised by how much I enjoy this. I love seeing you so relaxed and peaceful, all smiles and giggles. And I think it’s good for you” she said as she set the scarf on the bed. “But you know me, and you know I don’t do half-measures. If we do this, it’s by my rules. So here are your options” she said, returning from the closet once more and placing a pair of his sweatpants. A t-shirt, and a pair of boxers next to the scarf. “I’m going downstairs for 10 minutes. When I come back, I will find one of two things. You will either be wearing those clothes, your diaper in the trash,” she said through his gasp,”or you will have that scarf tied over your eyes. But understand this,” she said quickly, seeing the panic on his face. “If you choose the pants, I’m done playing this game. It will hurt me, but I can’t go back and forth with you. If you choose the scarf, then we play by my rules.” She set a timer on the nightstand. “I’ll leave you to it. Think hard.” she told him, closing the door softly. She knew this was going to be hard, and she hated putting him through this, but she also knew he wouldn’t embrace this if he wasn’t push, and she couldn’t help thinking he desperately needed it, more than even he himself knew. As she rested her head against the door, she prayed she was doing the right thing. And she would just have to wait and see….

You guys beat me to it lol! Every good story needs a good conflict, and you’re absolutely right, baby pants; I was unhappy with the sense of conclusion here. thank you guys so much for the kind words for my story, and for the advice. There is definitely a direction coming that I think will challenge our characters, but let them grow at the and time. Hugs!

Thanks guys, your kind words mean a lot. I’ve already started on part 3. The plan so far is that this will work kind of as a draft copy, and once I’ve completed it here I will review/edit and post the story for all to read as one long document. I’m considering multiple options for that (kindle, Patreon, GoodReads etc.) so if you have an idea throw it out! It’ll all be considered, and can only improve the story.

Finished part two. I'm hoping to update a few times a week, but will post something each Sunday if I can't. The next part is 7150 words long, and I'm always open to opinions. If you ask me where this story is going, I can't tell you because I'm finding out as I write. The characters are telling their stories and I'm just along for the ride. I have a few plans, but they could easily change if I feel they don't fit the characters as they've developed. That's already happened a couple of times. After this story is finished, I plan on going back and revising, and providing it as one long story. So anything you point out would be great, imagine yourself Beta readers lol. And without further ado, Part 2. _________________________ They stared at each other for a long time, their hearts and minds racing. It felt to each of them like the entire world had slipped on its axis, a 180 degree flip from what they had always known. Of course, they had dabbled in ageplay through the years, but only DDlg, and only ever with Will as the dominant partner. It made sense in a way, she needed to feel taken care of, and he had a desire to be needed. But it had always felt off, and Emily had made one thing clear; bodily fluids, including urine and feces, were hard limits. All of this was playing through Emily's mind as she tried to grasp what she had just heard. She knew her silence must be breaking him, but she had no choice. It was such a change to process. "It's okay. Forget I said anything. I'm sorry, I'll never bring it up again" Will said, turning his head away. He'd known this would be too much, and he had already started walling off that part of himself. Erecting barriers to eliminate a part of himself that was shameful, disgusting, completely asinine...... "Will, look at me" she said as she grabbed his hand, turning him to her. He couldn't bring himself to do it though. He had seen rejection in every face but hers. It would ruin everything. But he reluctantly brought his eyes up as her hand forced his chin up to see something he should have expected but never had. Acceptance. Like always. "I just need some time to process this. Okay?" she asked. "Of course, anything you need", he whispered. As Will went through the house, he cleaned. This was usually the easiest way for him to shut off his mind, but it was definitely not working today. He kept repeating that litany of insults in his mind; worthless, pathetic, pervert. He had always felt this way. Something about the way his brain worked pulled his mind toward these fantasies that held him. And for the first time in years, since they had married, he wished his mind worked like everyone else's. Maybe he wouldn't have these fantasies. Maybe he would've been able to hold it inside himself indefinitely. Maybe a lot of things. While Will's mind was working inside, Emily's was doing the same outside. She needed to understand, but she was completely absorbed in those 5 words... I am an adult baby. Those words had caught her so off guard that for the first time ever with Will she had been speechless. She knew it had hurt him, and she felt bad about that, but she needed to organize her thoughts before she could talk to him. Where others saw a cold, disconnected man, she knew that was only the face he put on. Inside he felt everything, and felt it completely. To even admit what he had had taken an amount of trust in her that reminded her why she loved him. So she did what she always did in situations like this and started making a list. Things she needed to ask, things she needed to consider. It was her way, to order things out in her mind before taking any action. After some research online, she had her list in front of her and was ready to proceed. She called out to him. As he stepped back on the porch, where his life had changed so completely just a few hours ago, he felt hope. He had always been able to read people, and while he could see she was tense, he could also see that she still had the look of love in her eyes. It hadn't died as he'd feared it would. That was a positive step. As he sat down next to her, he saw her flip open one of her many notebooks that she was always scribbling in, and he knew right away what was coming. She was gathering information, opening her mind to the multitude of possibilities, and asking questions to narrow them down. "So I guess we start at the top of the list?" he asked with a dry chuckle. She gave him a smile and replied "sometimes I think you know me too will, mister" with a wry grin. "Yes, we'll start at the top." "So I guess the first questions is, what do you mean by 'adult baby'? Because from what I read online there can be a lot of variations babe. Can you be more specific?" He sighed. He knew this was going to come up, but he had to proceed. "I want to feel like a child again. I've told you what my childhood was like, so you know I mean a more 'traditional' childhood. I guess it's just a different kind of love than I've ever really felt." he slowly explained. "Okay. I guess I understand that, but I'd like to know specifics. Adult baby kind of implies you want to wear diapers right?" he nodded, so she continued. "And what about...using them? Is that something you need?" He cringed but gave her another nod. "So you want the full experience. And I'm guessing you want me to play mommy?" Here he started showing that nervous side of himself, wringing his hands and looking down. "Well I know you don't really want to, that that kind of stuff is a limit to you, so I won't ask you too. I'd never want to..." "HEY" she cut him off sharply. "I will decide what my limits are. You just tell me what you fantasize about." She knew she had to get him back on track or he would shut down completely. "Okay yes, in my fantasies you play mommy. At least that's how I see it." "Look, I'm not saying no or yes right now. But you have to understand this came as a shock, don't you? You've never really shown yourself to be willing to give up control, and now this?" "Yeah I get it" he sighed. "So here's what I'll say.....we can try. But I need time to think about things. Can you understand that?" "Of course. Whatever you need." ______________________________________________________________________ The next two days were a strange time. Emily spent most of her free time browsing the internet learning more about the things that interested her husband. She would occasionally ask his opinion about what she saw. She could tell that he was still sensitive to this new world, and that it would take her a while before he could openly discuss it. So to desensitize him, she would continually ask his opinion and gauge his reaction. It started out asking about prints on diapers. Did he prefer the Megamaxes? He was obviously interested but she could see that she could do better from judging his reaction. While he was interested, he practically started hyperventilating when he saw the blue Little Dreamers from LittleforBig. Then it was onto pacifiers, outfits, teddy bears, coloring books, toys. Anything she could ask to gain better insight. He spent his time doing regular things, cleaning, cooking, reading. She understood that he needed some semblance of normalcy, but she needed to know where his mind was at if she was going to try this. And through the days and nights, she made sure to provide him constant reassurance. She made sure to touch him, hold his hand, hug him when she came behind him in the kitchen; to tell him she loved him constantly, how amazing she thought he was. None of it was a lie, she really did feel that way. But Will was obviously feeling vulnerable and if she didn't provide him the feeling of love and comfort that he needed, he would retreat into that world in his mind. She'd seen it happen around their family, and co-workers, and even friends, but he had never done that to her and she would make damn sure he never did. At night, she would hold him close in bed, always making sure she was touching him. This man had seen her in a way no one else ever had, and she was determined to repay that. He had trusted her with a secret that he'd never shared, not even with a doctor. She could be that for him. She WOULD be that for him, no matter what. As sunday evening rolled around and they were sitting together, she knew she needed to ask him something he wouldn't like, but after all her research she thought she had an idea of how to approach it. "Will, I need to ask you something. I don't think you're going to like it, but it's important to me". "okay...." he replied hesitantly. "I need to talk to Mary." She saw the panic in his eyes, and immediately set to allay his fears. Mary was Emily's best friend, a therapist. She wasn't Emily's therapist, but she might as well have been. She knew everything about them, and Will had never balked about that, but that was because everything in their lives had portrayed him in the way he'd wanted. "You know that Mary is my best friend, and has never shared anything I've told her. I just need an outside person to discuss this with." "I know, but...why do you need to talk to her?" "So I can bounce my feelings around. I need someone who has no dog in this fight to help me figure out how I want to do this. And besides, isn't this part of your fantasy? To lose control? Would a baby have any choice in who his mommy talked to about parenting?" she smiled inwardly, knowing she had him. "Nooo....." he answered slowly, and she could see the internal struggle he was having, his struggle to let go of the control he had held so tight, so long. "So here's the deal, I'm going to talk to Mary tomorrow night, after she gets off of work. Is that okay with you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Okay" he answered, resigned. The struggle was over, but Emily wasn't. "Okay, what?" she asked, that eyebrow still raised. He looked at her puzzled for a few seconds, before understanding dawned that this was the moment of truth. Here it was. "Okay..............mommy" he answered quietly. "That's my good boy" she said as she wrapped him in a hug. She could feel him stiffen, then melt into her arms. The game had started. _______________________________________________________________________________ Monday morning rolled around and Will returned to work. He seemed less stressed, knowing now for sure that his wife would always love him no matter what. Oh he knew she was still hesitant, but she had at least accepted that this was a part of him. She hadn't reacted in any of the ways he'd expected, and as he thought about it all weekend he realized he should've known that. That was his Emily, still always understanding him in ways no one else could. As Emily sat on the porch that morning, she thought carefully about how to approach this with Mary. It was....different than anything they'd ever discussed before. She often shared the sanitized details of her patients, making sure she rode the line of confidentiality without leaving any identifying characteristics of her patients, but letting Emily know what she dealt with. As she typed out the text message, she left it intentionally vague to pique her best friend's interest. Girl do I have something to tell you. You aren't going to BELIEVE this, but I really need your advice. Bring that brain of yours and I'll bring the wine. Fifteen minutes later, she got the response she expected. My place at 7. You better share or I'll pour the wine down your throat myself. She laughed to herself and grabbed her keys. They would definitely need more wine than she had on hand. ________________________ As she was getting dressed that night to leave, Will was visibly shaken. There would be no taking this back. He knew that now, as it dawned on him his life had changed. "Are you sure you need to do this?" he asked again. She was getting tired of this. "Yes I do. Now I picked you up some dinner, it's in the fridge and labelled. I won't be home until late and I do NOT want you calling me all night to ask questions. I will be turning my phone off, so you can't harass us all night". She was being a little harsh, but she was starting to have fun with it. She didn't usually get to push his buttons this way, always trying too hard to keep him happy. He looked in the fridge and found his dinner as she walked out the door. "I love you baby!" she called as he opened the container of macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets, shaped like little dinosaurs. And he was somehow surprised to find that made him happy. ________________________ As she walked into the surprisingly large studio apartment, Emily caught the familiar scent of garlic wafting towards her from the kitchen. God Mary could cook, and whatever she did would always be sure to conform to two standards; delicious, and full of the fresh garlic she grew in boxes on her balcony. Her friend greeted her warmly, walking over and hugging her after setting two plates of fettuccini down on the table, then immediately proceeded to ask "Now where the hell is that wine? It's been a day full of listening to other people's problems and I want a drink" she laughed. If it was anyone else, Emily was sure that Mary would have been loath to discuss marital problems in their off time. But their friendship was different. Unlike Mary's patients, Emily actually listened to the advice she sought for the most part, and she never complained, or tried to blame others. It was mostly the perspective that Mary provided. She loved that, knowing that her friend valued her opinion and insight. Emily wasn't sure where to begin, so she just told Mary everything. She already knew almost everything about these two, but the "anniversary gift" she described surprised her for precisely that reason; she'd never heard anything about it. She was proud of her friend, that she had kept those small tidbits between the two of them when it was just background information to better understand her partner. It was only now, that she needed to take action that she was sharing her secrets, and with the consent of her husband. She had always loved seeing the relationship these two had, the most unlikely of couples completely devoted to each other. "So what do you think?" Emily asked her friend. She had become somewhat nervous through the telling, wondering if her friend would advise psychiatric treatment for her husband. When she'd walked in, she'd seemed so sure that this was the right thing, but now she wasn't so sure. It seemed she had her own insecurities to deal with that she hadn't realized until now. As Mary sat thoughtfully listening to her friend's news, she kept her face masked. It was an invaluable skill that she had perfected over the years, rarely letting her patients see any sort of reaction. As her friend finished, she carefully weighed the information in her mind, incorporating this information into the profiles she had built in her mind on Will and Emily. It was just her way. "So I just need to clarify some things about his interests. Is he into feminization?" she asked, probing her friend. "No, he isn't interested in that." "What about humiliation? Cuckolding?" she pressed further. "God no. He just wants to be a baby boy. No other players, no exhibitionism, just the two of us playing." As she started sipping her fourth glass of wine, Mary couldn't contain her smile any more, her mask shattering with her friend in a way she would never allow with her patients. "This is so....cool" Mary finally said, immediately shattering the tension that neither had realized was building. That magical cloak of friendship descended again, and Emily let out her sigh of relief. "So this isn't too weird? You don't think we're psychopaths or anything?" Emily asked. "God no, Jesus Emily. Haven't I told you about some of the people I deal with? I've had people who expose themselves to strangers, court-ordered therapy for pedophiles, rapists and the like. You and your husband engaging in some ageplay is nothing." She couldn't believe her friend was worried about that. Emily sighed. "I guess I was just worried. You have to admit it's not normal, and that's saying a lot considering Will being....well, Will." Mary loved Will. He was definitely somewhere on the spectrum, but out of respect for her friend and their privacy, she had never (and would never) suggested he be evaluated. That wasn't her place, and they had managed to carve out a way to make them more than just survive, but to flourish. What more could therapy do than that? "Look, you know that if I had a problem or thought this was harmful to the two of you I'd tell you. But what the hell does it matter if you two decide you want to do this? You're not hurting anyone, you're not forcing anyone else to accept it. But I will give you one piece of advice." "What's that?" Emily asked, curious. "For the both of you, I think you need to see how deep this goes. Will may find he likes some things, and despises others. Some of them will never have occurred to him. Most ageplayers have to experiment to find out where their comfort zone is exactly, so just make sure the two of you keep talking and trying things. Who knows, you may enjoy this more than you expect, you control freak." As the night went on and the wine went down, the two women developed a course of action. Emily with her notebooks, Mary with her brain. They shopped online and found tons of things to purchase, having them all delivered to Mary's house. Emily wanted to set up a certain way, and she couldn't do that if packages showed up throughout the week at the house. They planned to set it all up the next weekend. As she saw the price tag in the thousands, Mary's breath caught. "Are you sure you can afford this?" "Oh god yes" drunk, Emily pulled up her investment portfolio on her phone, and Mary's eyes bulged at the amount. "I handle all the money in our house, even Will doesn't know exactly how much is in here. A couple of wise investments, and we're set." "But why does Will work then? You two could stop forever with the way you're set up." Emily sighed as her friend asked the same thing neither her nor her husband's family had ever understood. "Will works because he needs to. Not for the money, but he likes to feel useful. Sure, he could stay at home all day and do whatever he wants, but he likes what he does. You know how he can be." Mary giggled. "Yeah, I guess I forgot we were talking about the baby." Emily continued enjoying herself with her friend. As the night drew to a close, she hugged her friend. "Thank you. I needed this and you've been great." "Anytime. Just make sure you take care of that baby of yours, and of course I'd LOVE to meet him" Mary giggled. She knew she'd be paying for tonight in the morning, but it had been so damn fun. "We'll see," Emily said as she walked out to her cab. Well, stumbled. She couldn't wait to set the plan in motion. Will was gonna get the shock of his life. ______________________________ The next morning, Will barely made it to breakfast before he finally broke and asked Emily how her night was. She had come in much too late, and he had fallen into a fitful sleep, tossing and turning. Emily had found him tossing and turning, and had kissed his cheek and tucked the covers around him as she prepared for bed. Will remembered none of this, but somehow felt much more rested this morning than he had expected. "Oh, we had a lot of fun. First things first, she wants me to assure you that there is nothing wrong with you, and that she thinks you're very brave. We both know how difficult it was for you, and she encouraged me to explore this with you." Will was shocked. He was sure he was one step away from being committed to an institution. But he reminded himself that the people he had surrounded himself with were not the people from his childhood, that they continued to surprise him with their compassion and understanding. Emily saw the look of relief on his face. He looked as flabbergasted as she had felt the night before, and she knew him well enough to know what he was thinking before he asked, "so how do we do that?" He'd asked, because he'd never figured out more than the telling her. Now that she was open and receptive, he had no idea what to do. One of those rare moments when he was lost. "First things first, I want you to spend this week closing your projects at work. I want you to take the next two weeks off of work. Oh, and make some plans to be out of the house Saturday. I need to take care of some things." "Okay" he replied, adding "mommy" slowly as she raised her eyebrows again. Ok, so this was a thing now. It felt strange to him. Not bad, just....different. So Will went about his work and finished his projects. It was hard to identify what he did, but his job title was "Crisis Management Specialist". Basically, he solved problems others couldn't. His unique mind let him see things in new ways that his coworkers would never consider. And unlike those who previously held his position, Will never even considered his ego. People at work loved the brilliant, if odd man who could help them. Herarely even bothered to file his reports letting management know he was working on projects. James stopped by Will's office on Friday afternoon. He always forgot that, when others had done this job they had assigned them to this tiny little closet. Others had hidden in here, never wanting to get out, but Will had a love for his job that was rare. The tiny office was piled high with stacks of notes, even taped to the walls. "So I take it she liked the gift?" he laughed as he stood in the doorway of the converted janitor's closet. "That's yet to be seen. Sorry, is that why you're here? Is me taking my vacation okay?" he asked. Will hated letting people down. "God dude calm down. You have six months of vacation time banked, so I stopped by to ask if you wanted to extend it. You know we depend on you, but you have to take care of yourself man. I was glad to hear about you closing all the projects, so yeah. No problem at all. I already approved it." James told him, making sure Will knew how valuable he was around here was a daily struggle. The man just never thought he was good enough. "Well I don't know if I need more time, can I consider it and let you know?" he asked, not sure what his wife had cooked up with her friend. "Sure. But I do need one favor. I would kind of like you to be on call. Just in case something comes up and we need you to handle it. I know it's your vacation, and if you don't answer then I won't hold it against you. But you have to know that this company's success depends on you." Will was touched. He knew his boss found what he did to be important, but James had never put it that way before. "I'm sure that'll be fine. I'd be glad to advise if you need it. Thanks James." Will said, speaking in short clipped sentences. He didn't trust himself not to choke up. Just another in the list of people who surprised him lately. It was getting to be a lot. "Man you take the time you need. This job will always be here for you. Enjoy!" James said as he walked away. He was sure Will would love the surprise when he came back, but he'd have to hurry. Two weeks would be pushing it. __________________________ Will had no idea what was going on. He just knew his wife ps\ushed him out of the house at 9 AM on Saturday, with instructions not to be back in the house until at least 5 o'clock. That was a lot for Will, who really didn't like to be around people, but it couldn't be helped, he was told. So he caught a new movie he'd been wanting to see, and walked around the mall. He sometimes enjoyed people watching, but more than an hour or two and he started feeling overwhelmed. So he went to his favorite hiking trail in the woods by a nearby lake, and waited for the alarm on his phone to go off, letting him know it was time to return. __________________________ Emily and Mary worked like frantic little bunnies. Boxing and unboxing, placing things strategically, hanging up the new clothes. There was a lot of work but the girls just giggled as they slowly restructured the house, admiring the purchases and talked about all the things Emily wanted to try with Will. God help her, she was starting to look forward to this. When her husband had told her about this fantasy on their anniversary, she had been apprehensive about it, not sure if she would enjoy it, or if she could engage it the way he wanted. But now, she couldn't wait to start, and her only nerves were wondering how Will would feel. As they finished carting out the last of the boxes to be taken to the road, Emily thought hard about the changes taking place in her life. "Mary, thank you" she said, and started as her friend replied "no problem!" in her cheery way. "No, you don;t understand. THANK YOU. You've helped more than I could ever imagine. You tell me if there's anything I can ever do for you, and it'll be done. We owe you so much..." Mary cut her off. "You owe me nothing. You're my best friend. But I will keep that favor in mind" she chuckled. This is why she loved these people; they were always so happy, and so grateful. While most people were worried about what they could get next, Emily and Will truly lived in the moment. "Well, I'd better get out of here so you can get this thing started. Love you Emmy" she called, heading to her car. Now Emily just waited. Will would be home in an hour. __________________________ As Will approached the house cautiously, he could only imagine what was in there waiting on him. He walked in and announced himself with a simple “Hello?” Emily called “Hey baby. I’m in here” he heard from the bedroom. He noticed nothing, his mind overwhelmed. He was on edge, waiting for the shoe to drop. “Hey honey!” Emily cheerily called. “What’s going on Emily? I’ve been out all day, and you said you were doing something….what’s going on?” “Please,” she stopped him. “Just take a shower and then I promise everything will make sense. I’ll be waiting.” He slowly turned and headed to the shower. He didn’t even notice as he threw his clothes that the laundry basket was empty, one of the few things Emily had worried about. She never did the laundry, but Will was too frazzled to notice the minute detail. As he stepped into the shower, he didn’t notice her collecting his clothes and taking them out of the room. She slowly squirreled them away in her hiding spot outside, sprinting to get back before Will was done. As the water ran down his back, he admitted to himself that he was disappointed. His wife had made it seem that she would finally be indulging his fantasies tonight, but the house looked as it always did. Maybe she just needed another chat with Mary and wanted to have it at their place. Yeah, he was starting to believe that was it. And he was okay with that. All he had ever expected was for her to know, not engage. I guess she reconsidered. Emily ran around frantically, setting up. She knew she only had minutes, and she wanted everything to be perfect. She finally finished, just as she heard the water shut off. Will finished drying and stepped out into the master bedroom. HE almost missed it, but Emily standing there stopped him, and he finally saw. The Winnie-the-Pooh bedspread. The stuffed animals. And, to his complete and utter shock, a blue bag on the bed, next to a changing mat next to it, Emily standing next to the bag wearing a shirt that said “Mommy Knows Best” across the front, and a huge warm smile, with shimmering eyes. Will’s knees went out. He was completely dumbstruck. As he looked around the room, the tears starting to drip from his eyes, he noticed other changes. A small basket full of pacifiers. The open closet, where his clothes had hung, was now open, but none of his normal clothes were there, and his shoes had been replaced with some very adorable, very large velcro tennis shoes. Even the electrical plugs had safety inserts that parents used to keep infants from playing with them. She had missed nothing. Emily panicked as she saw Will start to cry. She had seen him cry once in their 15 year marriage, and here he was on his knees, almost sobbing. “Oh my God, baby is it too much? I’m sorry I’ll pack it up, I didn’t mean to…” “NO!” He replied hoarsely. “I didn’t...how did you...know….” She smiled relieved. “Only the best for my baby boy” she said as she wiped his eyes. Her tears threatened to fall, but she stayed strong for him. She needed to take charge now, and set the tone for their time together. “Come on,” she said, pulling him up. “Let’s get you all snuggled and then we can talk. As she led him to the bed, Will was in shock. Everything was exactly how he had imagined it, in those dark dreams of a world he had known was impossible. Except here it was. As she helped him lay back on the changing pad, she opened the blue bag and smiled at him. She pulled out one of the blue diapers she had shown him, the one that had sparked that look of longing in his eyes. The blue bears and stars were adorable, she had admitted to herself, and she wanted to see him in it. “Come on, raise up” she told him. “But..” “No buts except yours padded. Wait, hold on,” she said as she reached to the basket on the nightstand and retrieved a small green dinosaur pacifier that read “Baby Boy” along the bottom. She placed it in his mouth to cut off any further discussion. “Now raise those hips” she said, holding the diaper, ready to place it under him. He slowly raised, and she had to avoid his erection as she slipped the diaper under him, placing it where she thought it would go best. As she worked, she talked to him in a soft, matronly voice. “We’ll talk over dinner, but first things first. For the next two weeks, I am mommy and you will be my sweet little boy. That is not up for discussion.” He nodded silently as she finished powdering him and taped his closed. It was done. He was now diapered. As that thought crossed his mind, he was surprised to look at his wife and see one of the happiest smiles he’d ever seen on her face. She looked almost….complete...in a way he’d never seen before. She slowly helped him up, and held his hand as she led him past the closet and to the dresser. As she opened the drawer that usually held his sweat pants and tee-shirts, he noticed they had been replaced. He slowly ran his hand over the new pajamas and tee shirts in there. He had seen them on the internet, fantasizing about the life he’d wanted, and now here they were. “When did you…” but she stopped him. “Pick one out to wear sweetie, so we can get you fed.” she encouraged. He reached in and selected a fluffy sleeper with puppies on it. He drew it out and started to unzip when she again grabbed his hand to stop him. “Hold on, let mommy do that so you don’t fall and hurt yourself”. The haze in his mind deepened as she had him hold her shoulders so he could step into the sleeper, one foot at a time. As she finished zipping it up, he finally broke his silence with a gentle “Thank you, mommy.” “You’re very welcome. And may I say what a handsome little man you are!” she said, tickling him in his ribs. And good god, she heard a sound she’d never before heard, or expected to hear. He actually giggled! As she led him to the dining room, he noticed the other changes to the house that he had missed in his rush through earlier. In the dining room, she pulled out a chair and he was surprised to see an adult sized booster seat. When he looked, he saw that the legs on his chair had been sawed, so that even in the booster seat he would be reaching up to eat, just like a toddler. She had thought of everything. As she strapped him in, he marvelled at the changes. She must have planned all this out, and he had more than a hunch that Mary had helped, while he was out all day. Emily handed him a sippy full of juice as she headed back to the kitchen to get dinner. She had left it warming in the oven, one of Mary’s specialities, mashed potatoes and pork chops. Will’s had been cut up and was being served on the most adorable monkey plate. One ear held ketchup, the other held spinach. Will absolutely hated spinach, so this was important. As she sat his plate in front of him, he noticed his pork chop had been cut up into tiny bites, just like a parent would for a small child and smiled. Then he noticed the spinach on his plate. “Emily, you know I don’t…..” “EXCUSE ME?” she roared. She wasn’t really upset, but this was a part of the play. Mary had assured her she needed to do this to help him learn his new role, the one he thought he wanted. They would see. “I’m sorry, MOMMY, but you know I don’t eat spinach. I hate it, it’s so yucky” he grumbled. “Listen here, baby boy. You are going to eat every bite of that spinach or there will be severe consequences. And we are going to discuss some new rules around here as well.” “For the next two weeks, as I said, we are going to be mommy and baby. I have locked all your old clothes away, with a few small exceptions for emergencies, but of course you don’t need to worry about that. All you need to worry about is being a good baby for your mommy. And if you misbehave, as I said, there will be consequences. It’s pretty simple when I lay it all out like that I guess, but do you have any questions?” “Yes, mommy…” he answered cautiously. His mind was swimming. Two weeks as a baby? I mean, yeah he’d wanted to be an adult baby, but full time? For two weeks? “I guess my first question is….why do I have to eat spinach? You know I don’t like it!” he grumbled, as Emily sighed, somehow mimicking the exasperated mother sound perfectly. “Listen baby boy, and listen well. This is the only time I will explain this. We both know you have a brilliant mind, but that it runs too fast. You overshoot, and you need someone to help slow you down.” He nodded as she continued. “No toddlers want to eat spinach. But it’s very important to eat your veggies. And you will, or you’ll be punished. End of story. Goo babies get rewards, bad babies get spankies. Understood?” “Yes mommy” he replied, slowly taking a bite of the gross, mushy spinach he had despised his whole life. Maybe this wouldn’t be as fun as he thought. Emily watched him, and a fun little idea crossed her mind. She slid over to sit in the seat next to him, and grabbed his fork. “Here baby, let mommy help.” As she took the small spoon, she first dipped it in the ketchup, then took a spoonful of the spinach on top. “Open up for the choo choo!” she giggled, making the age old train sounds all parents used. Will rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but smile and open his mouth. And, strangely, the spinach wasn’t as disgusting as he had remembered from his childhood, when they had it at almost every meal. Of course, his parents had never tried so hard to make it fun, to make it enjoyable. That, or the ketchup. They giggled together at their silliness, and Will slowly relaxed. He found his mind shutting down, finally relaxing. He’d never been able to slow down like this, to just enjoy. His brain just processed everything, running and running and running. Somehow, something had short circuited. For one of the first times in his life, he was completely focused on one thing. Such a simple thing, this choo choo game, but there it was. Will finished his spinach in record time, and Emily moved away, taking the spoon with her. Will started. “Mommy, I need silverware. How am I supposed to eat my pork chop silly?” “Oh no baby, you’re the silly one. You can just use your fingers. Go ahead, baby, mommy is gonna clean up in here.” Will finished his meal with his fingers. He was careful, but still managed to make a mess. Emily peeked into the dining room, watching Will eat his dinner with his fingers. It was so cute! She couldn’t believe the thrill she was getting, just watching him. His cute jammies, that bulky diaper crinkling away. It was amazing how these simple things affected her. She was learning something about herself, she just wasn’t ready to accept that. As Will finished dinner, Emily wiped his face and hands and let him down. “Now would the baby like a surprise?” “Uh-huh” he responded. She saw a glaze in his eyes, knowing that even at 7 pm this day had taken its toll on him. He was getting sleepy. “Alright, head into the living room, and get on the couch. I’ll be right there.” When she returned, she had an armload; a blanket, stuffed animal, and his pacifier hanging off of her finger. God, HIS pacifier, e groggily thought. “I thought it might be fun to sit and cuddle, maybe watch a movie. How about the Lion King?” She asked, and saw the spark in his tired eyes. “But I have to go to the bathroom first mommy.” “No baby, there’s no need for that.” “Huh?” he replied quizzically. Slowly it dawned on him. He’d known on an intellectual level, but here it was . “Babies don’t need potties honey. That’s what that cute little diaper is for. Mommy will change you before bed if you’re wet.” He shuddered. Could he really pee, in a diaper, on the couch, with his wife? Was that okay? Would she be disgusted with him? Ughh….so many questions, and he was so tired. Fifteen minutes into the movie, he was passed out cold, and the problem solved itself without either of them noticing. He was fast asleep, and she was too busy staring in awe at Will. Her big strong man, the one who had saved her in her mind from a life of cold misery, here curled up in her lap with a binky and a pooh bear stuffy. And she was amazed to find that she thought no less of him. He was still her big strong man. I mean didn’t it take strength? To share this side of himself and be vulnerable? So she still saw him that way. It was one of the things that had bothered her at the back of her mind. What if she couldn’t go back, if she hated it and it was never the same after they tried? But she was glad now that they had. As she slowly kissed his temple and turned the tv off, she helped him up as best she could and led him to the bedroom. He barely woke up. As she checked his crotch, she felt that the plastic covering the insides was stretched taut. “Oh is mommy’s baby boy a wet butt?” she asked, with only a slight hint of amusement in her voice. Will just nodded sleepily, laying down on the pad spread out on the bed. As Emily pulled his sleeper legs off, she gently prodded him the way she needed him to move, working through the change process in amazement. Obviously he had not been sleeping well, but now he was pretty much out, only reacting like a zombie and sucking away greedily on the pacifier in his mouth, clutching his teddy tight. Finishing up, she slowly guided him to his side of the bed. She was honestly glad that this first change had been with him completely unaware, worried that it would be awkward. She had been able to take her time, gauging everything she was doing, so she could improve her skills. And as she climbed into bed next to him, she made sure his stuffy and binky were right where he needed them as she tucked the blanket around him and enfolded him in her arms. That night, they both slept better than they had when they were children. And they both dreamed of a world where they were together, and happy, and surrounded by love.

Still in my head lol. There’ll be more to come I promise. I’ve already started on part 2

Welcome! I’m glad you’ve made the decision to be happy, please let us know if you need any support. And as always, STAY SAFE AND SOGGY! ?

Thanks for the kind feedback. Obviously I’m a little sensitive about my writing, but I’ll try to stay motivated and add more often. This will probably turn into a very long story if my ideas flesh out.

As someone who has been where you are I can say that you’re off to a good start. I weighed 240 this time last year and have dropped to 190 since then. Just remember a few tips 1. At least 5 days a week you need a 30-60 minute cardiovascular exercise. Anything less may help you lose some weight, but you will plateau. 2. Push yourself, but not too hard. Getting injured will only mean time that you can’t work out, which is a step backward. 3. Avoid sugar like it’s the devil. A small amount is ok, but for a lot of folks sugar turns to straight fat. Energy drinks and soda are just the worst. 4. Realize it’s okay to have bad days, but work out anyway. Some days I’m really unmotivated, and my run times are atrocious. 5. Don’t skip days. It’s super easy to convince yourself “I can just take one day off, I’ll get back to it tomorrow” but one day becomes two becomes a week, and before you know it you’re giving up. I wish you the best. Keep going and eventually you’ll hit your goal. And remember that it’s not really about what you look like, it’s about how healthy you are overall. hugs and support going your way ❤️

Well all, this is my first public attempt at writing a story. It will be quite long, and I have to apologize about the fact that this first part is quite long and may be boring....it's mostly setting up characters and the plot. Backstory is hugely important to me. I will gladly accept constructive criticism, especially from other writers, so please help me finish this. If the reaction is just plain "This sucks" I'll probably never finish it, fair warning lol. With that said, here we go. ____________________________________________ Will Jackson was not your average guy. If his parents had bothered to test him when he was a child, it is very likely that he would have been diagnosed with something. He just saw the world in a very different way, never really understadning other people. Needless to say, Will's parents never had him tested. As hard as it is to believe, they were a blend of WASPy lower class folks. Meaning, of course, that Will had to work very hard to maintain the ideal picture his parents had painted him into. Insanely intelligent, but lacking the emotional understanding of the world people around him had, Will embraced the concept of "Fake it til you make it". He was bullied for being different, and he always felt alone. Many nights he would silently sob as he wondered if anyone would ever really care to know him, to understand him in a way that would make him feel accepted, but he managed to grow into a very capable young man. Not that he understood people better, but he was successful at work and had learned all the right things to say to make people think he was "well adjusted". And then Will met Emily. With a massive smile, the kindest green eyes, and a personality that made veryone around her feel like they were completely loved and accepted, she stole his heart immediately. Not the small, "hot" girl that she thought all the men wanted, Emily went through life completely unaware of how most men viewed her, through that undefinable gaze that is a mixture of lust and worship. She had grown up in a family of athletes. While she had always played sports, and stayed physically active, those who should have supported her unconditionally continued to point out her weight. Sure, she was an even 6 feet tall, but you could lose some more weight if you were really trying, they assured her. She never once felt confident in her looks, sure the men who asked her home were just using her for sex. Theirs was a whirlwind affair that no one understood. The general consensus was that Emily could have done so much better. Even will thought so. He would constantly tell her that he was just happy to have her, and would do anything to keep her happy. And believe it or not, that's where their problems all started. ________________________________________________________________________ Through their marriage, Emily and Will developed the routines that married people always do. He made sure that she always knew how amazing she was, even pointing out the men around her who couldn't keep their eyes off of her, much to his consternation. It wasn't an immediate revelation, but one of those slow things that seem to seep into your life, that her confidence increased. She credited him for all of it, and never once did anything more than laugh at the advances of other men, telling her she had the perfect one already. Emily gave Will what he had always wanted, someone who really saw him. Who didn't take offense to his questions which to most sounded sarcastic, but were truly honest. She saw the depths of him, the entrenched pain and emotion he had no way to relieve before her. Their life, like any life, was far from ideal. They would fight, they would upset each other, they would occasionally say cruel or thoughtless things to each other. But they always came together, and their marriage grew and flourished into one of those that others secretly envied. And as is usually the case, the happy couple was oblivious, giving very little thought to anything outside their world. Each year it had become a tradition that, on their anniversary, they would share some detail about themselves that the other person had never known. These ranged big to small, some secret that no one else in the world knew, like favorite childhood toys, or a secret sexual fetish they had never tried but wanted to (Emily wanted to try pegging; Will wanted her to wear a sexy maid outfit). Things that no one else in the world knew. Oh sure, there were gifts given, but those small pieces of each others souls were the true treasure. They always shared a similar secret. The night Emily told Will about the man who had forced himself on her, Will shared the abuse suffered from his parents. These things bound them together. As they approached their 15th year, Emily could tell something was off with Will. He was moody, in his way, usually lashing out at random people in anger. While coping with his problems was always stressful to him, she could tell that something different was going on. He usually worked all day, came home at night and talked to her, before he would cook her a nice meal and clean the house. She felt bad about how much he did for her, but he always seemed to get even more moody if she tried to help around the house. Oh sure, he would tell her how proud he was, and thankful, but she knew him well enough to see the strange sight of longing and hurt when he came home and there were no dishes to do. But now he was coming home and not spending their time together, that precious hour that theu spent together talking about their day. Will knew this was it. It was finally time to let go of his biggest secret. He'd harbored it his whole life, never acting on any of it. Hearing his parents voice the whole time, "this is not how we act. Grow up! Why can't you just be norma?!" But Emily deserved the truth. She deserved to understand the man (ha!) she had married, and he wasn't sure it wouldn't emd everything. Oh, he could keep on as he was, hiding this last morsel of himself from the woman who had come to mean everything to him, and he could even be happy. He was happy, which he felt was all he really needed. Just that alone was more than he ever expected to have. But Emily deserved it. As their anniversary morning came, Emily woke Will with a big kiss, like every other morning. "I can't wait until tonight" she told him, and was shocked to see panic cross his face as he replied "me too". There was definitely something off, but she would wait. If he didn't come out with it, she would! ________________________________________________ Will just couldn't focus all day. Everything he did, he seemed to screw up. It was so bad that his boss James finally called him into the office. "Will buddy, what the hell is going on with you today?" he asked. "Oh nothing much" will replied distractedly. "Cut the crap. You're my best guy on most days, but the last two weeks you've acted like a damn intern. Cut the crap and tell me what's going on now man". There was a moment of contemplation, that wierd tic that set some people off. While James maintained his professionalism, he pretty much thought of Will as one of his favorite people. The man never spoke without knowing what he wanted to say, and he never misled anyone. If a project was behind, Will came in with all the information; how far behind they were, what happened, and what it would take to get back on track, while others would try to hide any errors. Oh, you could never let him talk to a customer, he would run them out the door in seconds, but if you wanted something done, and done right, just hand it to Will and get out fo his way. "Well, it's my anniversary tonight, and I kind of have a gift for my wife. It's big but I'm not sure she'll like it, and it's kind of worrying me" Will said, as internally he wondered if it wouldn't be the end of his marriage with a dry laugh. "For drying out loud Will, is that all it is? That woman worships the ground ou walk on man. What'd you get her?" "Uh, it's kinda private..." he replied. "I get it buddy. Kinky, huh?" James laughed."Well how about this, it's Tuesday. Why don't you take the rest of the week off and make sure she likes it. My treat buddy. You've got so much time saved up, and you're between projects, so just take the week and show her a good time" James laughed. "That might be great actually" Will replied. No need to mention he might be homeless by the end of the day. "Well that settles it. Take the time, you've more than earned it. Give Emily my best." ______________________ As he walked into the house, Will could see the love of his life curled up on the porch, drinking coffee and reading. It was time to rip the band aid off, and face his new life. "Hey there sexy!" she smiled up as he leaned down for a kiss. "You're home early." "Yep, and I've got the rest of the week off to spend with you," he told her as she squealed in delight. Time with Will was the best thing ever. "Oh that's so awesome! It's gonna be amazing!" They had no need to discuss plans, their perfect day was just reading together. Being near each other seemed to be a salve to them. Will smiled, but Emily was fed up with the crap. "Will, what's wrong? You aren't yourself lately, and it's scaring me. You seem so sad, and I have no idea what it's about. Please talk to me?" she begged. She knew he needed to tell her in his own time, but she was tired of waiting. They had been through so much together, why was he just now acting like he was? "Right. I guess it's time. Are you ready for your anniversary present?" he asked her, seeing the confusion on her face. They usually both loved this tradition, it brought tears sometimes for sure, but they had always strived to know each other completely. "Of course I am! What did you get me this year?" she playfully asked. This was their thing. Another small tidbit of insight into the man who had become a part of herself. "What's that look for?" she asked when she noticed the grim shadow on his face. "Emily, I only have one more deep secret to share. I love you, and I need you to know before I tell you that you mean more to me than anything else" he said as her eyes grew wider, bordering on alarm. "What is it? You're scaring me...." she whispered. She'd never seen this look on his face and she found she hated it. "It's just something that I've hidden my whole life, andI want you to know I don't expect you to accept it. I've kept it hidden this long, and I don't need to indulge it now, but it's a part of me, and you deserve to know all of me." "Will, please, what is it?" she asked, just hoping to wipe the dejected look off his face. A version of the look he got when he admitted the disgust his parents felt in him, but worse; she could read that the disgust came from himself. With a final sigh, Will cut the last string from his old world. "I'm an adult baby."

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