Game Over: Life's Over

There's A Lot Wrong With Me

Hey everyone! I just wanted to say up front that I'm sorry this chapter is so short! I'm trying to move this story along but didn't want to put random filler in to just make this chapter longer. I'll make sure to update sooner for you all to make up for it! Thank you for reading.

---

The bathroom was a family bathroom so it was bigger than I was expecting. There was a toilet, a urinal, a changing table, and a sink all included in the bathroom. There was even a bench for people to sit on if they needed it. It was like the people who ran the place thought of everything.

The walls were a bright blue with white trim. The countertop was white with silver accents. Photos of flowers hung on the walls to brighten the space up even more.

Theo locked the door so we wouldn't have to worry about anyone walking in on us. "Go have a seat on the table."

I walked to the opposite end of the room and approached the table slowly. It wasn't a table so much as a board that hung from the wall. I wasn't sure how it was supposed to support my weight. I knew babies didn't weigh that much so it wasn't as big of a deal but I was a lot bigger than a baby was.

I pushed on the table a few times to test its strength before I hopped up onto it. I slowly and carefully moved so I was lying on the table. If the table wasn't enough reason for me to try and hold it until we went home, I wasn't sure what was.

Theo grabbed the wipes and a clean diaper from the backpack and left it on the bench. He walked over and started changing me.

"How do you know about diaper rash?" I asked as I stared a hole through the ceiling above me.

"I like to read so I read as much as I could about children and babies before we decided to do this program. We thought maybe we'd adopt a child. When we heard about being caregivers, we decided we wanted to go that route to sort of test out our parenting skills."

"So you wanted to screw someone like me up before you screwed up a kid that would be yours?"

He laughed. "No. That's not our intention. If it happens, I'm sorry. But we really are trying our best to be good caregivers."

"You're almost too good."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I wasn't expecting you to be so... attentive. My mom never really cared what I did growing up as long as I didn't break anything or get into trouble. I can't get away with anything around you."

He smiled. "Good. That's the way we like it. We don't want to come across as over-being but we don't want the rules to be so lax that you get away with everything."

"That's no fun."

He tapped the table twice before he carried the dirty diaper to the trash can and tossed it away. "You're good to go."

I sat up and carefully got down from the table. Thankfully, I was wearing gym shorts so it was easy to pull them up. I would've hated trying to get jeans on and button them while on a table that didn't feel sturdy in the slightest.

"Can we go home now?"

He laughed. "Yes, we can go home. Grab the diaper bag for me."

I zipped up the backpack and then slid my arms through the sleeves. "Can we just call it a backpack?"

"There's nothing wrong with calling it a diaper bag, Jake."

"There is to me."

He shook his head and tossed the crumpled-up paper towel into the trash can. "Go ahead out. Do you remember how to get to the main entrance?"

I rolled my eyes. "There's a lot wrong with me but my memory isn't a problem."

"Alright. Just start walking."