✅ The Baby Makers

39. Nature's Gift

As the lady in uniform took Cass by the hand and led her away, she was blushing more than she ever had as a baby. And Stacie could see that she had pooped her pants; there was no way to hide that mess. She felt a little bit naughty for making her friend have an accident, but she knew that Cass liked being a baby really. She must have wanted it to happen, or she wouldn't have told Stacie that it was okay to say the magic words.

"Am I gonna be in trouble?" she asked Phil, but he just smiled.

"You're a perfect little baby, and I don't think anyone could be mad at you. Maybe Cassie will be able to be a baby too, so you can play a little before you start getting bigger."

"Yeah!" Stacie cheered, and her guilt and embarrassment were gone in a moment. A new idea popped into her head, and for a moment that was all she could think of. "I'm gonna get her a present! Everybody likes presents." Then she charged off along the path through the woods, wondering what she could get for a present. She thought about getting Cassie a butterfly, but she didn't know how to catch one. After a few minutes looking for butterflies, crashing through the bushes in the hope that some would appear, she started wondering how you were supposed to catch a butterfly. She was sure she used to know, but she didn't need to think about what had happened before. She was having too much fun. Maybe she should try to find a net first.

She didn't find a net, but she did find a little lake on the edge of the woods. Without thinking she ran right into it, thinking that maybe it might be easier to catch a fish for Cass. There wasn't much logic behind the thought, but it seemed to make sense for a moment. A second later she was in the middle of the lake, with cool water splashing up around her ankles. Stacie giggled, and kicked at the water around her. It splashed up everywhere, but there weren't any fish around. Still, she walked around the little lake, kicking vigorously and splashing water in the air. It made little rainbows as it sailed through the air, and the sun was extra sparkly as it caught the shower of droplets. Stacie was having so much fun that she completely forgot what she'd been planning to do.

She jumped and splashed for a long time, until she started to notice that it was cold where the water was soaking into her romper. It wasn't like icy water, but it was still a little bit too cold. So she laughed and ran for the bank, making even more splashes all over her clothes. Then the youthful excitement faded for a second, and she knew that she wanted to get dry. How would she do that? She could ask Phil to give her some new clothes, but she didn't want to go inside yet. And then she thought about the sun, and the warm air. It was perfect weather for playing in the garden, and she thought that maybe the sun would help to dry her clothes. So she looked around and ran in the direction where she didn't see as many trees. It would be brighter there, and she could get dry and warm. That took her through a patch of long grass, and for a second Stacie was laughing as stalks like a million little feathers tickled her legs and hands.

She stopped and did a twirl, dancing among the stalks. And then she jumped on the floor, rolling around so that all the grass could reach the rest of her arms as well. It tickled everywhere, even a little bit inside her clothes when some of the grass seeds scattered all around her. This was so much fun, and she wanted to keep on going for ever and ever. It took a little while before she thought again about her clothes being wet. They were still a bit soggy, but that didn't matter too much because she knew the sun was helping to dry her. And then her mind moved so quick, coming up with ideas before she even knew what she was thinking about. This grass was big and fluffy, that was why it tickled so much, and it was fun to roll around in. And she knew that towels were fluffy too, and felt even fluffier when they were nice and warm after a bath. So perhaps she could use the grass to dry her clothes as well.

She rolled around more, and she couldn't tell if it was working, but she felt all happy and giggly so she decided it was good. When she stopped for a moment to get her breath back, she saw that Phil was still there, standing a little way away and watching her play with a smile. She raised a hand to wave, but she couldn't work out which way a wave was if she was lying down, so she just wiggled her arm in the air. That seemed funny, even if she didn't understand why, so she laughed again.

It was so comfy here, just lying and looking up at the sky, and she knew that today was the most perfect day of her life. It was warm and she felt good, and there was no reason to move at all. She wanted to play some more, but it was just as nice lying here and letting the sun warm her up. A little big crawled on her hand, and she looked at it for a long moment. It might have been a spider, but it wasn't scary at all. She lifted it slowly closer to her face and said hello. She didn't hear it answer, but it wiggled a little bit and then flew away. Then she went back to feeling the warm sun, and wondering if she would feel a little tickle if another spider wanted to play.

Stacie lay there, trying to focus on all the feelings from her fingers and toes. The grass tickled a little bit, and she wasn't sure if bugs would feel different. But she didn't want to move now. And she was glad to know that bugs weren't going to hurt her. They weren't nearly as gross as she had thought. That little one hadn't been scary, or slimy, or sticky or anything. It was just like really tiny, shiny bunny would look, if bunnies could be red and black.

She didn't feel any extra tickling, except when a little wind moved her hair across her skin. She tried listening harder, trying to feel every little thing. The only extra thing she noticed was a funny feeling in her tummy. She didn't think about it, but shifted slightly to be more comfy. She didn't need to get up, she didn't need to move at all. Just a little push, and the funny feeling went away. Somewhere in the depths of her mind, she was aware that she had just messed her diaper, but a good little baby didn't need to think about that. She felt great, and she didn't need to move at all.