Little Gaston

Chapter 22

Gaston woke up in his crib, still feeling bad, but not as bad as before. A cramp in his bowels was painful though, and he cried out for mama while it travelled through his abdomen, making him squirm in pain.

"Mama isn't here, sweetheart. I'll ask someone to fetch her," Mrs Potts said, getting up from the rocking chair standing next to his crib, the woman having watched him sleep.

"Ada?" Gaston asked, wanting someone from his usual caregivers. He knew that they couldn't get the pain away, but at least they could cuddle with him and make it feel less bad.

"They were having dinner, but they'll be here soon," the woman said, lowering the bars so she could sit on the soft matrass, softly petting Gaston's sweaty hair and hoping that it would make the little feel better until his caregivers were there.

The grandmother like woman felt the large arms wrap around her waist while the little pressed his face on her lap, whimpering a little while the cramp travelled through his body, gurgling painfully in his lower bowels.

"Is owie, grannie," Gaston said with a whimper, the woman patting his head again while he suddenly farted rather loudly.

"I know dear. Just ride the cramps out," the woman said, having been surprised by her nickname several weeks ago, but by now used to it and feeling the affection in the term.

Another fart escaped him, and then a long one, and then suddenly it was something more than just farting, the diaper bulging out slightly at his backend while the mess seemed to explode out of him with too much force.

He cried out, the feeling painful, and he just wanted mommy and daddy again to make him feel better.

"Is not fair," Gaston said, sniffling even while the woman tried to comfort him, not knowing if he was talking about the fact that he was sick, or the fact that his caregivers weren't here.

It seemed to take forever until the door opened, but then he heard voices and a moment later he shot up when he heard the door open.

"Mama, dada," Gaston shouted in relief, suddenly crying loudly and lifting his arms towards Adam. Vaguely, he saw that they were both dressed neater then they usually would for a dinner with the two of them, but his need for comfort was more urgent then his need for logic, so he just cried out for them to pick him up.

"It's okay, sweetheart, we're here," Belle said, immediately taking the place of Mrs Potts.

"He's got a messy diaper though," the woman said, getting up, "and he's getting quite warm again as well."

"Thank you," Adam said, already shifting in his beast form, not wanting to ask Gaston, in his current condition, to stand up and walk to the changing pad.

"You're welcome," Mrs Potts said, disappearing to the door and leaving the little family to take care of themselves.

"Let's get you into something clean," Adam said, gently easing his paws over Gaston, so he could take a firm grip of the man.

The little gave a moan when he was lifted, not liking the feeling to his stomach and bowels. Most of the cramps were over, but he still was feeling miserable.

"Missed you," Gaston said pitifully when he was put down on the changing table, "missed mama too."

"Oh, did you now, little one? We wanted to stay, but there were some visitors," Adam said, making Gaston look at him with big eyes, but he didn't ask any further, and Adam didn't elaborate.

Most of the time when they had visitors, it meant villagers that occasionally came to the castle for things, so Gaston presumed it was just that.

Even if he had been feeling all good, he still would have insisted to not be seen anyway, even if he was curious who it was and what they wanted from his daddy.