We're sitting on the beach, a quiet spot away from everybody else. My toes are wiggling in the sand, and mommy is braiding my hair to keep it out of my eyes for when I go swimming. Daddy is sitting beside me, making sure my arm floaties won't fall off, and of course, I'm giggling and squirming, unable to sit still.
Mommy laughs and leans around me, kissing a spot on the bottom of my jaw, not quite my neck, but not quite my cheek.
"You need to sit still if you don't want me to accidentally pull your hair, silly bean," she tells me, and I listen, ceasing in my wiggling for the moment.
It's only a matter of time, however, until daddy finishes adjusting my floaties, and then his fingers are at my sides, tickling me. I squeal in laughter, trying to push his hands away. Mommy lets go of my hair so she doesn't pull it, and I end up lying back on her lap while daddy tickles me relentlessly. Pressure starts to build in my lower stomach as his fingers dance on my sides. Mommy is giggling along with me, watching this happen. In a few seconds, my giggles turn more into whimpers and I try desperately to push daddy's hands away.
"Daddy, I gotta...."
"What, princess? What do you need?" he asks as he slows down but doesn't fully stop.
"My diapie..."
Daddy stops just a second before my swim diaper fills with pee, and I cover my face in embarrassment. Mommy notices at the same time as daddy, and she grabs the diaper bag.
"I'm sorry..." I whimper, tears filling my eyes while I blush, my cheeks like fire.
"Oh, princess, it's okay. We'll just get you all changed up. Do you want me or daddy to do it?" Mommy gently takes my hands from over my face and kisses them. I calm down a bit, and I point to mommy. "Not daddy?"
My blush creeps back up to my cheeks, and I stutter. "P...people will look at us weird if I go into the boys' potty room."
"It's okay, silly bear," Daddy says with a smile, gently tickling my belly one last time. "Mommy can do it this time."
I stand up and I take mommy's hand, my fingers wrapping around hers. She leads me to the potty room, and into the largest stall on the end. Mommy slips my swimming shorts off of me and pulls my diaper down. "Are you all finished, little one? I don't want to put a new diaper on you if you're not done."
I nod with certainty and she takes the baby wipes from the bag. She cleans up my princess parts and tells me to step into my new diaper. She pulls it up and makes sure it's snug around my waist before replacing my swim shorts. By this point, my embarrassment is completely gone, and I am excited to go swimming. Rushing out of the stall, I run across the bathroom, waiting impatiently for mommy to finish up what she's doing. She exits the stall a few seconds after I do, and she tosses me rolled-up, soiled diaper into the trash can and washes her hands.
"Come wash up, princess."
I walk over to mommy and squirt a little bit of handsoap onto my hands and rub them together quickly. Mommy finishes washing her hands and she stands behind me, gently wrapping her fingers around my wrists and moving my hands for me. My hands are soon covered in suds, and I giggle, wiggling my fingers in the warm water as mommy rinses my hands for me.
"All clean!" I chime, showing her my hands. She kisses the pads of my fingers and dries my hands with a paper towel before leading me out of the potty room. We meet daddy right outside and I show him my clean hands. "Lookie what I did! All clean!"
Daddy chuckles and picks me up, resting me on his hip as he walks towards the water. Mommy walks beside us as daddy takes me to the water. He sets me down in the sand and I step towards the water, my toes getting wet as the waves roll onto the shore. I look back at mommy and daddy as mommy gets out her camera and snaps a quick picture of me. I wave at them and they nod encouragingly. I run out into the water, jumping in and splashing on my way in. My arm floaties bring me right back up to the surface and I wipe my eyes free of the water that covers them.
I wave again at mommy and daddy, smiling widely, and they follow me into the water.
Daddy lifts me up and mommy kisses my cheek, and in that moment, everything is just... perfect.
YOU ARE READING
Beach Time with Mommy and Daddy
Short StoryThis is a fictional story that I hope to have come true some day... This is dedicated to my mommy and daddy. I wuv you guys so so much!