Micheal lost his parents at the age of 7 and had been floating around foster homes since then. What happens when he meets the Jones'. Will they take on his difficult attitude and treat him as their own? Or will he be sent away again?
I'm playing with cars on the ground when Daddy comes back with a drink.
"What are you playing?" He hands me my drink before sitting down next to me.
"Caws!" (cars) I drink out of the cup greedily, my nap really made me thirsty.
"Can daddy play with you?"
"Wes!" (yes) I hand daddy a car and get back to playing, making noises.
We play and play and play. Daddy's so funny! We're only interrupted when Milly comes into the living room, her blond hair is darker with water.
"Hey Mamma." (supposed to be like a sexy nickname that Daniel calls her, Micheal now thinks that he should call her that too but obviously with a different meaning)
"Hey babe, what's going on here?" Momma asks us as she gets closer.
"Payin caws, Momma, caws!" (playing cars)
"Oh goodness, that looks like a lot of fun sweetie." Momma sits on the couch close to us, leaning forward to rest her head on her hand.
"Yous pay too?" (will you play too)
"Sure baby." Momma slides off the couch and sits down next to me.
"Nu baby, big boy!" I point at myself to make sure she knows.
"Oh, that's my bad, you are a big boy. What sound does a car make? Do you know?" I puff my chest out a little, I am a big boy.
"Vrooooommmmm." I make the noise as I push a car.
"Good boy! You're so smart!" The praise goes to my head as I keep playing, my legs being pushed apart more by the thing between my legs. It feels warm now, squishy and freshly warm, not like how it was cold before. I like it warm more than cold.
I turn my attention to Daddy because he starts talking but soon block him out when he mentions adulty stuff like dinner. Talking is boringgggg! They should play!
I pick up two cars and give one to Daddy and one to Momma.
"Pay!" (play) I squeal, laughing when they start making the cars move. We all play for a while but it still doesn't feel like long enough until Daddy is getting up.
"Where go?"
"Gotta start on dinner bunny."
"Nu, no time." (No not time) I frown, I don't want daddy to stop playing with us.
"Yes it is, I have to start now so you have time to eat it all up." Daddy pokes me in my stomach and I fall back, a giggling mess.
"I help?" I ask once the attack ends, cooking sounds fun better than playing by myself.
"Of course, I'll get us started in the kitchen while mama gives you a change."
"Otay!" I nod even though I don't know what a change is. Maybe momma and I gotta get something for cooking.
"Upsie daisies sweets." Mama stands up and lifts me up along with her. I giggle at her funny words.
Mama carries me upstairs, the dumb gates still open from when daddy came and got me.
"Me nu like gate." I tell momma so she'll know just like daddy.
"Why not pumpkin?"
"Nu open right o' me." (They don't open right for me)
"Yeah, they can be tricky, but that's okay you have me and dada here to open them for you." I nod, that's right I have them, I don't need to worry about opening a dumb gate, maybe that's an adult thing.
When we get to my room mama lays me down onto of the dresser, it has a cushion on it now, making it very comfortable.
"Wut this?" (What is this) I poke at the cushion and it easily bounces back to its original shape.
"You're changing table, for when you have accidents."
"Nu need ch-chan table." I give up on saying the word changing, it's too hard to say, it a big adult word.
"Okay well let's just see why don't we?" Mama pulls down my shorts, lifting my butt up by my legs. Under my shorts I see that my shirt is more than a shirt. It's an onesie! One for babies not big boys. I thought I was a big boy.
Mama unbuttons the snaps reveling a very yellow diaper. That was mine? I didn't wear diapers! This had to be a mistake. I'm a big boy, I only wear my pull-ups at night, not diapers.
Tears prick at my eyes as Mama untapes the diaper with loud rips. The cool air of the room hits my privet parts, and I wiggle.
"What's the matter sweets, why are you so upset?" Mama pauses, leaving me half naked on the changing table.
"M-m' not a big boy." I sob, no longer being able to hold back my tears. I suck on my pack to try and calm myself down.
"Why do you think that?"
"M' wearing diaper, diaper o' babies!" (I'm wearing a diaper, diapers are for babies)
"You can still be a big boy and wear diapers."
"Weally?" (really) I don't believe her.
"Yes really, all kinds of boy, of all kinds of ages have to wear diapers." I sniffle, feeling better so Mama takes that as a means to carry on. She takes the diaper out from under me, rolling it up she drops it in a pail. I had wondered what that was for, I thought it was just a trashcan.
Mama pulls out a new diaper, this one has a little bear on the front of it. She lifts up my legs, putting the diaper under my butt. She then grabs some baby wipes, making sure to gently clean every inch of my prince parts. I wiggle a little at the cold sensation but this time momma doesn't stop.
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She sprinkles some powder on my crotch, some of it puffing up in the air. It smells just like how a baby would. Mama takes the diaper and pulls it over between my legs. She takes the sides tightly and just like that I'm back in a fluffy diaper, yet this one is clean and warm and safe. I won't accident make any accidents anywhere.
Mommy snaps the onsie back into place and pulls my shorts back up. She picks me up and sets me on the ground. My legs bow apart because of the thickness between my legs.
