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Trent and Caiden’s Home, Orlando, FL, Thursday, January 25, 2017, 4:00 P.M.
I was asleep in my room when, “huh?” looks to see Caiden.
“Hey, Big Brother, um, whatcha doing?” Caiden inquires as he scans the black cat head inching out from under the covers. "I'm bored." Caiden crosses his arms and pouts, "I's wanna do somefing but Mommy's in the hospital and Daddy had to work and...can we go somewhere?” Caiden’s eyes dart to the floor, examining his daily attire: a blue T-shirt and Pawpers size 5.
“Alright, Caiden and there's somethinf you should know.”
Caiden tilts his head and waddles over to his Big Brother. Climbing onto his bed, he crawls over and sits atop his chest giggling. “What is it, Trent?” As Caiden’s query passes his lips, he crawls to the foot of the bed and squats, filling the seat of his diaper and wetting it seconds later. Giggling and smiling, he crawls back toward his brother, “I need a change now, Big Bro, what exactly did you want to tell me?”
Caiden’s eyes widen when he brother lowers his sheets, revealing his own Pawpers to the world. “So, what Big Brother,” Caiden smiles he pulls his brother into a hug, “I don’t care that you wear them. I gots to and I don’t mind.” Giggling sails across the room as Caiden soaks his diaper again, “I actually like the fact that I don’t have to stop playing Need for Speed ProStreet to use the potty or stop doing anything for that matter. I also like being babied too, so I’m not going to laugh, Trent. We’re brothers and brother’s look out for each other.” Scanning his brother’s green eyes, he smiles and hops off his bed, landing on his bottom with a crinkle-squish, “You know Trent, I would have never known you wore diapers if you never said anything. I can’t tell with the clothes you where. You can tell with my clothes, but I don’t care. I like my diapees and being a baby, your baby brother. Now um…” Caiden’s eyes fall to the floor and he rubs the back of his head, “can you change me and feed me a bottle? After that, can we go to the movies or something?”
*changes caiden and puts him in a Rugrats style diaper as i gave him a bottle of milk*
Caiden smiles and suckles on the bottle while waddling back toward Trent’s bed and plopping down with a crinkle and a giggle. “Trent…um…” Caiden sighs as he crawls toward the head of the bed and lies down to finish his bottle. Finishing his milk a few minutes later, he glances over at his brother, “Trent, um…will you hold me, please?” Caiden sits up and after hopping off the bed, the empty bottle left on the pillow, he waddles over to his brother and raises his arms. “I wanna be held for awhile. I already put my rocking chair in here. See?” Caiden points to the chair at the foot of the bed then faces Trent again, “Please hold me and rock me for awhile. I…I miss Mommy and…and…just pwease do it for mez?” Whimpering, tears well in Caiden’s eyes, his desire made clear with the pouty face and crossed arms that follow. “Pwease, Brotha?”
*holds caiden* i love you little bro and you know i made the diaper you're wearing
Sniffling as Caiden is being cradled in his brother’s arms, he scans his face, “You…you made them, Big Brother? I always wondered why we always got so many diaper packages for so so cheap. Um, Brother, can we go see a movie? Can we go see Finding Nemo? I already packed my diaper bag. I can go get it.” Caiden smiles as he’s set on his feet. After hugging his brother, he waddles across the hall to his bedroom and packs an extra ten diapers, and three bottles of juice from his mini fridge. “Doesn’t hurt to always have extra babas!” Caiden waddles back toward his brother’s, his ocean blue backpack across his back. “Okay,” Caiden raises his arms and giggles, “I’m ready Big Brother, let’s go and see the movie. Don’t worry, I packed lots of diapers, powder, and wipes in here.”
*holds caiden* and away we go *we walked down the road
Caiden smiles as they reach the theater ten minutes later, “Brother, I’m glad that the movie theater’s just a block from our house. I guess there are some benefits of being in Mall City huh? Anyway, let’s see…” Caiden waddles beside his brother to the ticket counter and after the tickets are in their possession, they head toward the concession stand. After ordering two hot dogs, KitKat bars, and two large sodas they head into the auditorium. Caiden smiles as he plops down in Trent’s lap and cuddles close while suckling on his bottle of Mountain Dew. “Oooh the movie’s about to start.”
When the movie ends two hours later, Caiden rises and waddles with his brother out of the auditorium. As they head down the sidewalk, Caiden tugs on his brother’s T-shirt and smiles when his attention is garnered. “Brother, can we go to the park now?”
“Sure, little bro.”
Giggling, Caiden jumps in the air and hugs his brother, “Thanks, Brother!” Once they break from the embrace, Caiden waddles beside his brother as they walk toward the park. Reaching the park a few blocks later, Caiden beams at the sight of the playground and the multitude of toys. Caiden smiles as he waddles over to the swing and hops on. Smiling at his brother standing one and a half meters away, he begins swinging and giggling. “I love the swings!”
“Get off babybutt!” roars a voice, followed by a shove seconds later.
Caiden whimpers as he rises from his face first contact with the rocks. Facing the assailant, it was boy a few inches taller than him chuckling, “Listen baby, this swing is mine. Go get your diapee changed, get a bottle, and go take a nap in your crib where you belong!”
Caiden sniffles and his lips quiver as he stares up from his fresh fall at the attacker. “You…you big meanie…you didn’t hafta…hafta…” Caiden rises to his feet, tears streaming down his honey toned skin, “BROTHER! WAAAAAAH!” Caiden’s cries sail across the playground as he waddle-runs toward his older brother. Reaching him in seconds, he buries his head in waist, “WAAAAAAAAH! BIG MEANIE HEAD….P..PUSH-DEAD MEZ! WAAAAAAAAAAH!”
*walks over and grabs the kid by the shirt* “Listen, if i catch you mess with my little brother again, so help me i'll use your own tail to strangle you, got it?!”
Caiden smiles as the kid runs off, terrified. Sniffling, he waddles over to Trent and hugs him tight around his waist. “Thanks, Big Brother. I…I…” Caiden rubs the back of his head and whimpers, “I…I…I HATE OLDER KIDS! DEY ALWAYS BULLY ME! I…I just wanna be babied and cared for by my Big Brother!” Whimpering, Caiden crawls into his Brother’s open arms and buries his head in his shoulder, “I WANNA GO HOME! I HATE IT HERE! I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I wanna be a home with my Big Brother and just get away from all the meanie headed peoples. I…I…WAAAAAAAAH!” Caiden beats his Brother’s back as a drum as his emotions take over, “I HATE OLDER KIDS. The…the only older kid I wike is my Brother, ALL OTHERS ARE MEANIES AND I HATE THEM! I WANNA GO HOME! I WANNA GO HOME! I WANNA GO HOME! WAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAH!” Caiden’s cries continue as his back his rubbed and his padded bottom is patted, calming him to whimpers within minutes. “Brother, I wanna go home. I…I wanna go home, have a warm bottle, sit in your wap, and just play Need for Speed ProStreet together.”
“Alright, Caiden. now now don't cry, i'm here so is mom and dad, let's go home.” *we were walking home as dad was driving by with mom* “No more parks for you Caiden.”
“So, Caiden, do you wanna know why i wear diapers?”
“Yeah, kinda, Brother.” Caiden rebuttals as they walk inside and stop in the living room. “Why do you wear them, Trent?”
Caiden, i wear diapers because i'm incontinent, that means i don't have the ability to use the potty like mom and dad, so i've been in diapers most of my life. Well, i wear them because i am incontinent since i was a baby, mom and dad tried to potty train me but they fail so when we went to the doc, he told them that i was incontinent and i never could be potty trained at all.
“So, what, I don’t care, I’m incontinent too if you haven’t noticed.” Caiden giggles as he points to his diaper and giggles before crawling into his Brother’s lap. “Trent I wove you wots and wots. I…”
Caiden’s voice trails off as his Mommy’s footsteps can be heard from down the hall. His eyes bulge when he spots his Mommy and he hops from Trent’s lap. “MOMMY!” Caiden giggles as he waddle-runs toward her and is lost in one of her warm hugs.
“Hello, sweetie,” Mommy smiles as she rubs Caiden’s back and pats his padded bottom, “how was your day, little one?” Flashing her blue eyes, she releases Caiden and scans him, “Did you and Trent have fun today?”
“Uh huh, we saw Finding Nemo and then we went to the park and then we came back home. One kid made fun of me and we decided to leave. I don’t care about it now though, but the kid did push me and I got hurt,” Caiden’s words halt as Mommy scans him throughly then sighs as she faces him. “Mommy, I don’t have any bruises or nothing. Trent taught the kid a lesson too, he didn’t beat him, just threatened him.” Caiden sighs as his Mommy lifts him into her arms and carries him into the living room. “Mommy, where’s Daddy?”
“He’s super tired, Caiden, so he just took his shower and went to bed. So, Trent,” Mommy turns to him and ruffles his headfur, “Did you have fun with your little brother today?”
“I sure did, mom and what Caiden said is true, i would never hurt the bully but i simply threaten him. I wish people would stop picking on Caiden all the stinkin' time. Not to be rude, but when's dinner?”
“Well, I was thinking about making Chicken Alfredo.” Mommy sniffs the air and glances down to me.
“What is it, Mommy?” Caiden asks at the waistband of his diaper is pulled back.
“Oh nothing, little one, you just need a diaper change that’s all.” Mommy chuckles as she stands with Caiden over her shoulders. Facing Trent, she nods, “I’ll fix dinner once your little brother is changed. You should probably get changed too, sweetie.” Mommy waves her hand in front of her nose as she carries me out the living room, “Come on, Mister Poopy, let’s get you changed.”
Caiden giggles at his mother’s nickname of him as he’s brought into his room and laid on the changing table. “Mommy, why do some kids bully me because I like wearing diapers and being babied?” Caiden grabs his pacifier resting behind his head and begins suckling as his bottom is being wiped clean.
Mommy smiles as she continues to wipe her youngest son’s bottom, “Well, Caiden, I think that kids bully you because they don’t understand the wonders of the lifestyle that you’ve chosen for yourself. They’re jealous and afraid to ask their parents to let them do the same thing we’ve allowed you to do, and thusly,” Mommy reaches for the powder and begins applying it to now clean bottom, “they make fun of you to make themselves feel better.” Shaking her head, she lowers my bottom onto a clean diaper and threads my tail through. “Honestly, Caiden, I don’t know why kids are like that. There,” Mommy sits me up and pats my freshly padded bottom, “all done, little one. Now, would my baby boy like to wear a onesie, his purple footed sleeper, or just a T-shirt and diaper like normal?”
“Just my T-shirt and diapee.” Smiling, Caiden raises his arms to his Mommy, “Fankies for da changie, Mommy.” and is placed over her shoulder seconds later. Burying his head into the crook of her neck, he purrs, “I woves yoos, Mommy.”
“I love you too, Caiden.” Mommy sets Caiden on his feet and kneels down to him, “Actually, I’m glad you chose to wear just a T-shirt and diaper, it makes it easier to check you this way. I also know you like to baby up as much as possible so I figured you’d choose to have your diaper exposed. Now,” she turns Caiden toward the hallway and swats his padded bottom playfully, “Go watch TV with your Brother while Mommy washes her hands and starts dinner.”
“Otay, Mommy!” Caiden smiles bright and hugs his Mommy before waddling into the living room, giggling and suckling on his pacifier.
Mommy smiles as her youngest waddles down the hall, “He’s so adorable, just like Trent when he was that age.”
“I thought the diapers I make were oderless, Caiden and yet mom discovered you needed a diaper change am i right or am i left?”
“Brother, yoos funny. Mommy, can tell if I need a changie regardless. I fink her nose is super super super sensitive. So,” Caiden giggles as he crawls over to his Brother and cuddles once sitting in his lap. “So, Big Brother, um…are you gonna invite any of your friends over for dinner?”
“why, i thought you said you hate older kids because of what happen today?”
“Yoo fwends alweady knows I wear diapees and dey haven’t made fun of mez. Dey cans be twusted. It’s wandom big kids dat can’t. Yoo fwends hab been wound me since I was a baby. So, I dun mind dem coming oba. Invite dem oba alweady!”
ok ok, don't yell in my ear *calls my friends and they agreed to come over* do you want me to invite your friends?”
“Na uh, I jus saw my friends last week at the amusement park. I haven’t seen your friends in a long time.”
“ok, caiden, now i have to tell ya something really important and you have to promise not to have a temper tantrum.”
“What’s that, Big Brother?” “i'll be leaving for college soon and i'm afraid you can't come with me.”
Caiden whimpers at his brother’s words, “You…you’re leaving…wha…why?” Tears well in Caiden’s eyes as he crawls out of Trent’s lap, his lower lip quivering, “You…you can’t leave….you…wha…why yoo gots ta weave?” Tears slowly inch down his honey toned skin as he curls into the fetal position and places his head on his knees. “Mommy…Mommy…” Caiden rises from his spot and waddle-runs into the kitchen tears streaming down his face. “Mommy, Trent’s not weally going ta cowwege is he?”
Mommy turns off the stove, the dinner done, and kneels down to Caiden, “I’m afraid so, sweetie. I’m sorry, sweetie, but he’s got to go to college and get his degree.”
Caiden’s eyes swell with tears, “But…but…WAAAAAAAAAAH!” Caiden bolts to his parent’s room and lands at his father’s feet. “Daddy…Daddy…DADDY! WAAAAAAAH!” Tears streaming down his face, he buries his head into his father’s chest.
“Caiden,” Mike yawns and scans the kitten bawling into his chest. Sitting up, he pulls his crying son into his arms and cradles him, “What’s the matter with my baby boy?”
“Big Brother’s weaving for college. He…he weaving me…who…who’s gonna be hewe wif me now dat…dat he’s gone? Who’s gonna wead me bed time stowees? Who’s gonna be hewe wif me?”
“Daddy will be here for his baby boy of course.” Mike replies as he carries his son to his room to the left of theirs. Walking over to the rocking chair, Mike slips Caiden’s pacifier back into his mouth and begins to rock him. “Shh….shh…it’s alright, Caiden,” Mike reassures his youngest as he places him over his shoulder and rubs his back while rocking back and forth, “Daddy won’t leave you, Daddy will stay right here with his baby boy until his big brother comes back from college. Now, do you want something to eat, or do you just want a nice warm bottle and a bedtime song?”
“Baba and beddy-bye song pwease?” Caiden rebuttals as he glances into his Daddy’s concerned green eyes.
“Alright then,” Daddy walks over to my mini-fridge, grabs a bottle of milk and leaves the room with me in his arms. Returning with the warm bottle in my mouth and humming a sweet tune. Returning with the warm bottle in my mouth and humming a sweet tune, he enters my room. Walking toward my rocking chair, he sits down, turns on my favorite song: Perfect by P!nk and begins to sing while rocking me….
Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That’s alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, missunderstood
Miss, no way it’s all good
It didn’t slow me down
Mistaken
Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I’m still around…
Pretty, pretty please Don’t you ever, ever feel Like you’re less than less than perfect Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like you’re nothing You are perfect to me
You’re so mean When you talk About yourself You are wrong Change the voices In your head Make them like you Instead So complicated Look how big you’ll make it Filled with so much hatred Such a tired game It’s enough I’ve done all i can think of Chased down all my demons see you do the same
Pretty, pretty please Don’t you ever, ever feel Like you’re less than less than perfect Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like you’re nothing You are perfect to me
The whole world stares while i swallow the fear The only thing i should be drinking is an ice cold beer So cool in lying and we tried tried tried But we try too hard, it’s a waste of my time Done looking for the critics, cuz they’re everywhere They don’t like my genes, they don’t get my hair Strange ourselves and we do it all the time Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?
Ooh, pretty pretty pretty, Pretty pretty please don’t you ever ever feel Like you’re less than less than perfect Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel Like you’re nothing you are perfect to me You’re perfect You’re perfect to me Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel like you’re less than, less than perfect Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel like you’re nothing you are perfect to me
When Mike’s singing and the song ends, Caiden is fast asleep in his lap. Mike smiles and continues to rock his son, “Sleep tight, little guy.” Mike smiles as he stands and lays Caiden on the changing table. After a quick diaper change, he tucks the little guy in his crib and heads toward the hallway. “I’ve got one heck of a job ahead of me.”
“i didn't mean to make the little guy cry prehaps i shouldn't go to college mom.”
“Oh you’re going to college, Trent, there’s no questioning that. Don’t worry about Caiden, your Dad’s got the little guy taken care of. I mean, did you hear his angelic singing of Perfect just now?”
“Thankfully, it's one of those fast colleges where you go through courses in one hour.”
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Trent and Caiden’s Home, Orlando, FL, Thursday, January 25, 2017, 4:00 P.M.
I was asleep in my room when, “huh?” looks to see Caiden.
“Hey, Big Brother, um, whatcha doing?” Caiden inquires as he scans the black cat head inching out from under the covers. "I'm bored." Caiden crosses his arms and pouts, "I's wanna do somefing but Mommy's in the hospital and Daddy had to work and...can we go somewhere?” Caiden’s eyes dart to the floor, examining his daily attire: a blue T-shirt and Pawpers size 5.
“Alright, Caiden and there's somethinf you should know.”
Caiden tilts his head and waddles over to his Big Brother. Climbing onto his bed, he crawls over and sits atop his chest giggling. “What is it, Trent?” As Caiden’s query passes his lips, he crawls to the foot of the bed and squats, filling the seat of his diaper and wetting it seconds later. Giggling and smiling, he crawls back toward his brother, “I need a change now, Big Bro, what exactly did you want to tell me?”
Caiden’s eyes widen when he brother lowers his sheets, revealing his own Pawpers to the world. “So, what Big Brother,” Caiden smiles he pulls his brother into a hug, “I don’t care that you wear them. I gots to and I don’t mind.” Giggling sails across the room as Caiden soaks his diaper again, “I actually like the fact that I don’t have to stop playing Need for Speed ProStreet to use the potty or stop doing anything for that matter. I also like being babied too, so I’m not going to laugh, Trent. We’re brothers and brother’s look out for each other.” Scanning his brother’s green eyes, he smiles and hops off his bed, landing on his bottom with a crinkle-squish, “You know Trent, I would have never known you wore diapers if you never said anything. I can’t tell with the clothes you where. You can tell with my clothes, but I don’t care. I like my diapees and being a baby, your baby brother. Now um…” Caiden’s eyes fall to the floor and he rubs the back of his head, “can you change me and feed me a bottle? After that, can we go to the movies or something?”
*changes caiden and puts him in a Rugrats style diaper as i gave him a bottle of milk*
Caiden smiles and suckles on the bottle while waddling back toward Trent’s bed and plopping down with a crinkle and a giggle. “Trent…um…” Caiden sighs as he crawls toward the head of the bed and lies down to finish his bottle. Finishing his milk a few minutes later, he glances over at his brother, “Trent, um…will you hold me, please?” Caiden sits up and after hopping off the bed, the empty bottle left on the pillow, he waddles over to his brother and raises his arms. “I wanna be held for awhile. I already put my rocking chair in here. See?” Caiden points to the chair at the foot of the bed then faces Trent again, “Please hold me and rock me for awhile. I…I miss Mommy and…and…just pwease do it for mez?” Whimpering, tears well in Caiden’s eyes, his desire made clear with the pouty face and crossed arms that follow. “Pwease, Brotha?”
*holds caiden* i love you little bro and you know i made the diaper you're wearing
Sniffling as Caiden is being cradled in his brother’s arms, he scans his face, “You…you made them, Big Brother? I always wondered why we always got so many diaper packages for so so cheap. Um, Brother, can we go see a movie? Can we go see Finding Nemo? I already packed my diaper bag. I can go get it.” Caiden smiles as he’s set on his feet. After hugging his brother, he waddles across the hall to his bedroom and packs an extra ten diapers, and three bottles of juice from his mini fridge. “Doesn’t hurt to always have extra babas!” Caiden waddles back toward his brother’s, his ocean blue backpack across his back. “Okay,” Caiden raises his arms and giggles, “I’m ready Big Brother, let’s go and see the movie. Don’t worry, I packed lots of diapers, powder, and wipes in here.”
*holds caiden* and away we go *we walked down the road
Caiden smiles as they reach the theater ten minutes later, “Brother, I’m glad that the movie theater’s just a block from our house. I guess there are some benefits of being in Mall City huh? Anyway, let’s see…” Caiden waddles beside his brother to the ticket counter and after the tickets are in their possession, they head toward the concession stand. After ordering two hot dogs, KitKat bars, and two large sodas they head into the auditorium. Caiden smiles as he plops down in Trent’s lap and cuddles close while suckling on his bottle of Mountain Dew. “Oooh the movie’s about to start.”
When the movie ends two hours later, Caiden rises and waddles with his brother out of the auditorium. As they head down the sidewalk, Caiden tugs on his brother’s T-shirt and smiles when his attention is garnered. “Brother, can we go to the park now?”
“Sure, little bro.”
Giggling, Caiden jumps in the air and hugs his brother, “Thanks, Brother!” Once they break from the embrace, Caiden waddles beside his brother as they walk toward the park. Reaching the park a few blocks later, Caiden beams at the sight of the playground and the multitude of toys. Caiden smiles as he waddles over to the swing and hops on. Smiling at his brother standing one and a half meters away, he begins swinging and giggling. “I love the swings!”
“Get off babybutt!” roars a voice, followed by a shove seconds later.
Caiden whimpers as he rises from his face first contact with the rocks. Facing the assailant, it was boy a few inches taller than him chuckling, “Listen baby, this swing is mine. Go get your diapee changed, get a bottle, and go take a nap in your crib where you belong!”
Caiden sniffles and his lips quiver as he stares up from his fresh fall at the attacker. “You…you big meanie…you didn’t hafta…hafta…” Caiden rises to his feet, tears streaming down his honey toned skin, “BROTHER! WAAAAAAH!” Caiden’s cries sail across the playground as he waddle-runs toward his older brother. Reaching him in seconds, he buries his head in waist, “WAAAAAAAAH! BIG MEANIE HEAD….P..PUSH-DEAD MEZ! WAAAAAAAAAAH!”
*walks over and grabs the kid by the shirt* “Listen, if i catch you mess with my little brother again, so help me i'll use your own tail to strangle you, got it?!”
Caiden smiles as the kid runs off, terrified. Sniffling, he waddles over to Trent and hugs him tight around his waist. “Thanks, Big Brother. I…I…” Caiden rubs the back of his head and whimpers, “I…I…I HATE OLDER KIDS! DEY ALWAYS BULLY ME! I…I just wanna be babied and cared for by my Big Brother!” Whimpering, Caiden crawls into his Brother’s open arms and buries his head in his shoulder, “I WANNA GO HOME! I HATE IT HERE! I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I wanna be a home with my Big Brother and just get away from all the meanie headed peoples. I…I…WAAAAAAAAH!” Caiden beats his Brother’s back as a drum as his emotions take over, “I HATE OLDER KIDS. The…the only older kid I wike is my Brother, ALL OTHERS ARE MEANIES AND I HATE THEM! I WANNA GO HOME! I WANNA GO HOME! I WANNA GO HOME! WAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAH!” Caiden’s cries continue as his back his rubbed and his padded bottom is patted, calming him to whimpers within minutes. “Brother, I wanna go home. I…I wanna go home, have a warm bottle, sit in your wap, and just play Need for Speed ProStreet together.”
“Alright, Caiden. now now don't cry, i'm here so is mom and dad, let's go home.” *we were walking home as dad was driving by with mom* “No more parks for you Caiden.”
“So, Caiden, do you wanna know why i wear diapers?”
“Yeah, kinda, Brother.” Caiden rebuttals as they walk inside and stop in the living room. “Why do you wear them, Trent?”
Caiden, i wear diapers because i'm incontinent, that means i don't have the ability to use the potty like mom and dad, so i've been in diapers most of my life. Well, i wear them because i am incontinent since i was a baby, mom and dad tried to potty train me but they fail so when we went to the doc, he told them that i was incontinent and i never could be potty trained at all.
“So, what, I don’t care, I’m incontinent too if you haven’t noticed.” Caiden giggles as he points to his diaper and giggles before crawling into his Brother’s lap. “Trent I wove you wots and wots. I…”
Caiden’s voice trails off as his Mommy’s footsteps can be heard from down the hall. His eyes bulge when he spots his Mommy and he hops from Trent’s lap. “MOMMY!” Caiden giggles as he waddle-runs toward her and is lost in one of her warm hugs.
“Hello, sweetie,” Mommy smiles as she rubs Caiden’s back and pats his padded bottom, “how was your day, little one?” Flashing her blue eyes, she releases Caiden and scans him, “Did you and Trent have fun today?”
“Uh huh, we saw Finding Nemo and then we went to the park and then we came back home. One kid made fun of me and we decided to leave. I don’t care about it now though, but the kid did push me and I got hurt,” Caiden’s words halt as Mommy scans him throughly then sighs as she faces him. “Mommy, I don’t have any bruises or nothing. Trent taught the kid a lesson too, he didn’t beat him, just threatened him.” Caiden sighs as his Mommy lifts him into her arms and carries him into the living room. “Mommy, where’s Daddy?”
“He’s super tired, Caiden, so he just took his shower and went to bed. So, Trent,” Mommy turns to him and ruffles his headfur, “Did you have fun with your little brother today?”
“I sure did, mom and what Caiden said is true, i would never hurt the bully but i simply threaten him. I wish people would stop picking on Caiden all the stinkin' time. Not to be rude, but when's dinner?”
“Well, I was thinking about making Chicken Alfredo.” Mommy sniffs the air and glances down to me.
“What is it, Mommy?” Caiden asks at the waistband of his diaper is pulled back.
“Oh nothing, little one, you just need a diaper change that’s all.” Mommy chuckles as she stands with Caiden over her shoulders. Facing Trent, she nods, “I’ll fix dinner once your little brother is changed. You should probably get changed too, sweetie.” Mommy waves her hand in front of her nose as she carries me out the living room, “Come on, Mister Poopy, let’s get you changed.”
Caiden giggles at his mother’s nickname of him as he’s brought into his room and laid on the changing table. “Mommy, why do some kids bully me because I like wearing diapers and being babied?” Caiden grabs his pacifier resting behind his head and begins suckling as his bottom is being wiped clean.
Mommy smiles as she continues to wipe her youngest son’s bottom, “Well, Caiden, I think that kids bully you because they don’t understand the wonders of the lifestyle that you’ve chosen for yourself. They’re jealous and afraid to ask their parents to let them do the same thing we’ve allowed you to do, and thusly,” Mommy reaches for the powder and begins applying it to now clean bottom, “they make fun of you to make themselves feel better.” Shaking her head, she lowers my bottom onto a clean diaper and threads my tail through. “Honestly, Caiden, I don’t know why kids are like that. There,” Mommy sits me up and pats my freshly padded bottom, “all done, little one. Now, would my baby boy like to wear a onesie, his purple footed sleeper, or just a T-shirt and diaper like normal?”
“Just my T-shirt and diapee.” Smiling, Caiden raises his arms to his Mommy, “Fankies for da changie, Mommy.” and is placed over her shoulder seconds later. Burying his head into the crook of her neck, he purrs, “I woves yoos, Mommy.”
“I love you too, Caiden.” Mommy sets Caiden on his feet and kneels down to him, “Actually, I’m glad you chose to wear just a T-shirt and diaper, it makes it easier to check you this way. I also know you like to baby up as much as possible so I figured you’d choose to have your diaper exposed. Now,” she turns Caiden toward the hallway and swats his padded bottom playfully, “Go watch TV with your Brother while Mommy washes her hands and starts dinner.”
“Otay, Mommy!” Caiden smiles bright and hugs his Mommy before waddling into the living room, giggling and suckling on his pacifier.
Mommy smiles as her youngest waddles down the hall, “He’s so adorable, just like Trent when he was that age.”
“I thought the diapers I make were oderless, Caiden and yet mom discovered you needed a diaper change am i right or am i left?”
“Brother, yoos funny. Mommy, can tell if I need a changie regardless. I fink her nose is super super super sensitive. So,” Caiden giggles as he crawls over to his Brother and cuddles once sitting in his lap. “So, Big Brother, um…are you gonna invite any of your friends over for dinner?”
“why, i thought you said you hate older kids because of what happen today?”
“Yoo fwends alweady knows I wear diapees and dey haven’t made fun of mez. Dey cans be twusted. It’s wandom big kids dat can’t. Yoo fwends hab been wound me since I was a baby. So, I dun mind dem coming oba. Invite dem oba alweady!”
ok ok, don't yell in my ear *calls my friends and they agreed to come over* do you want me to invite your friends?”
“Na uh, I jus saw my friends last week at the amusement park. I haven’t seen your friends in a long time.”
“ok, caiden, now i have to tell ya something really important and you have to promise not to have a temper tantrum.”
“What’s that, Big Brother?” “i'll be leaving for college soon and i'm afraid you can't come with me.”
Caiden whimpers at his brother’s words, “You…you’re leaving…wha…why?” Tears well in Caiden’s eyes as he crawls out of Trent’s lap, his lower lip quivering, “You…you can’t leave….you…wha…why yoo gots ta weave?” Tears slowly inch down his honey toned skin as he curls into the fetal position and places his head on his knees. “Mommy…Mommy…” Caiden rises from his spot and waddle-runs into the kitchen tears streaming down his face. “Mommy, Trent’s not weally going ta cowwege is he?”
Mommy turns off the stove, the dinner done, and kneels down to Caiden, “I’m afraid so, sweetie. I’m sorry, sweetie, but he’s got to go to college and get his degree.”
Caiden’s eyes swell with tears, “But…but…WAAAAAAAAAAH!” Caiden bolts to his parent’s room and lands at his father’s feet. “Daddy…Daddy…DADDY! WAAAAAAAH!” Tears streaming down his face, he buries his head into his father’s chest.
“Caiden,” Mike yawns and scans the kitten bawling into his chest. Sitting up, he pulls his crying son into his arms and cradles him, “What’s the matter with my baby boy?”
“Big Brother’s weaving for college. He…he weaving me…who…who’s gonna be hewe wif me now dat…dat he’s gone? Who’s gonna wead me bed time stowees? Who’s gonna be hewe wif me?”
“Daddy will be here for his baby boy of course.” Mike replies as he carries his son to his room to the left of theirs. Walking over to the rocking chair, Mike slips Caiden’s pacifier back into his mouth and begins to rock him. “Shh….shh…it’s alright, Caiden,” Mike reassures his youngest as he places him over his shoulder and rubs his back while rocking back and forth, “Daddy won’t leave you, Daddy will stay right here with his baby boy until his big brother comes back from college. Now, do you want something to eat, or do you just want a nice warm bottle and a bedtime song?”
“Baba and beddy-bye song pwease?” Caiden rebuttals as he glances into his Daddy’s concerned green eyes.
“Alright then,” Daddy walks over to my mini-fridge, grabs a bottle of milk and leaves the room with me in his arms. Returning with the warm bottle in my mouth and humming a sweet tune. Returning with the warm bottle in my mouth and humming a sweet tune, he enters my room. Walking toward my rocking chair, he sits down, turns on my favorite song: Perfect by P!nk and begins to sing while rocking me….
Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That’s alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, missunderstood
Miss, no way it’s all good
It didn’t slow me down
Mistaken
Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I’m still around…
Pretty, pretty please Don’t you ever, ever feel Like you’re less than less than perfect Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like you’re nothing You are perfect to me
You’re so mean When you talk About yourself You are wrong Change the voices In your head Make them like you Instead So complicated Look how big you’ll make it Filled with so much hatred Such a tired game It’s enough I’ve done all i can think of Chased down all my demons see you do the same
Pretty, pretty please Don’t you ever, ever feel Like you’re less than less than perfect Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like you’re nothing You are perfect to me
The whole world stares while i swallow the fear The only thing i should be drinking is an ice cold beer So cool in lying and we tried tried tried But we try too hard, it’s a waste of my time Done looking for the critics, cuz they’re everywhere They don’t like my genes, they don’t get my hair Strange ourselves and we do it all the time Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?
Ooh, pretty pretty pretty, Pretty pretty please don’t you ever ever feel Like you’re less than less than perfect Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel Like you’re nothing you are perfect to me You’re perfect You’re perfect to me Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel like you’re less than, less than perfect Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel like you’re nothing you are perfect to me
When Mike’s singing and the song ends, Caiden is fast asleep in his lap. Mike smiles and continues to rock his son, “Sleep tight, little guy.” Mike smiles as he stands and lays Caiden on the changing table. After a quick diaper change, he tucks the little guy in his crib and heads toward the hallway. “I’ve got one heck of a job ahead of me.”
“i didn't mean to make the little guy cry prehaps i shouldn't go to college mom.”
“Oh you’re going to college, Trent, there’s no questioning that. Don’t worry about Caiden, your Dad’s got the little guy taken care of. I mean, did you hear his angelic singing of Perfect just now?”
“Thankfully, it's one of those fast colleges where you go through courses in one hour.”
Category Story / Baby fur
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