Chapters 8 and 9 by Sofia Hammerstein

Two years ago Stacy visited a newly discovered dimension, with his parents, on an adventurous summer vacation. He was astounded by how the other dimension's technology was decades ahead of his own! During his senior year he applied to Emerson University in the city he had visited. He was excited and hopeful of learning more about their technology as an exchange student, and hopefully bring it back to his own world. (Story set in the Diaper Dimension)

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Chapter 8: Chipped

 

“WHY DO YOU ask that?” She asked, not denying that idea.

“Well, if you aren’t, then these bottles work fine,” she said, holding up one smaller nurser that looked equivalent to the small nursers I remembered from back in my home dimension. “If you think nursing is important, I would recommend one of these two to help her avoid nipple confusion.”

In shock, I followed her advice and stuck my thumb in my mouth at that point to keep quiet. Truthfully ever since I had seen that woman breastfeeding on my first visit, the idea of doing it myself had kind of strangely intrigued me. I was curious which Amanda would pick and found myself not surprised when she grabbed both of the types considered good with breastfeeding. She threw in several multi-packs of each and some nipples before pushing the cart away.

“Good baby girl,” she cooed at me, sucking my thumb as we continued down the aisles.

We ended up in the clothing aisle, and I sat patiently as she threw in several onesies, rompers, dresses, and a pair of shorts that she liked with no request for input from me. Apparently, she was satisfied with my three-month size, as she didn’t make me try them on like I saw several babies and Littles experiencing in the open right next to the racks. While she was looking through the clothing, I discovered the characters, Naomi and Oliver, since they were featured on tons of shirts on the Little side of the aisle. Amanda stayed on the actual baby side, though, with other characters that mimicked many from my world. Apparently, Anna and Elsa from Frozen, and Sofia the First, were sort of the same in this dimension as I recognized them. There were plenty of characters though that I didn’t remember. Amanda must have sensed that as she would occasionally say, “Oh look, there’s…” every now and then. Amanda moved on a mission, though, and before long, we were in the checkout lanes.

Every Amazon mother we passed stared at me with longing in their eyes, but it was those that glared at Amanda in a threatening way that scared me. I hadn’t even realized my thumb was still in my mouth from earlier when she said, “I know that thumb tastes good, but let’s use your paci.”

The kiss on my head and the gentle squeeze made me feel a little bit safer.

“Oh my god, she is the most adorable Little I’ve ever seen!” The cashier said as Amanda pushed the cart past the card machine.

“Yes, she is, isn’t she?” Amanda squealed a bit and kissed me on the forehead again.

There was small talk made for a few moments before the lady said, “You know, hon, if you got rid of most of her hair, you could pass her for your own natural baby?”

I shuddered and found myself instinctively grabbing to hold my pigtails. “But then she wouldn’t have cute pigtails like this?” Amanda said. “I love her hair; it’s not going anywhere… it’s too much fun to play with!” she smiled at me, and I returned a slight grimace.

“Suit yourself!” she said.

Once she had me safely strapped into the car seat, she told me, “I’m sorry you had a couple of rough encounters there… But, unfortunately, that’s going to be a pretty regular thing here.”

I nodded, “It’s okay, I’m embarrassed when they happen, but at least I was warned before I came.” I paused and added, “Just please don’t give me away to one of those monsters!”

“No worries about that, Princess! You’re all mine!!!!” she told me with a smile and closed the door, and walked to the driver’s side.

“Speaking of that, I do want to take you to a local office to… register you as ours.”

I gulped, “What are they going to do?”

“Some of the offices are rougher than others, but this one should be pretty gentle by just doing a checkup, blood sample, and get hand and footprints from you.”

I nodded, “Then I’m officially adopted?”

“Yes…” She said.

“Will that be a problem when it’s time for me to go home?” I asked hesitantly.

“Well, if anyone asks, I’ll say I sent you to live with your grandparents for a while!” She kind of choked up for a moment before adding, “Thankfully, we just got started, so that’s a long way off!”

I nodded and sat quietly in the seat and drank the rest of the juice she had handed me back. We pulled up quickly to an office building, and instead of getting me out of the carrier, she left me inside and just lifted it free of the car.

“If you’re in this carrier, I don’t have to worry about as many things happening to you,” she told me.

I nodded, “I trust you,” I said before she put the pacifier back in my mouth and pulled the shade down over the top part of the carrier.

She walked through several doors before arriving at a receptionist’s window, where she sat my carrier on the counter. “Oh my god, isn’t she precious?!?” the lady cooed while looking in at me. “I never seem to be lucky enough to get one of these cuties!”

Amanda smiled, “As you noted, she’s a cutie. I don’t want to risk kidnapping…”

“Of course, I don’t blame you one bit! Here, take this paperwork and fill it out, and we’ll get a spot with the doctor as soon as we can.”

“Thanks!”

I found myself picked up again and the carrier was gently sat onto the groan. I found out the carrier could rock when it wasn’t in its base, as she rocked me gently with her foot while she filled out all of the forms. It seemed like there must have been about twenty pages from what I could see! I found myself needing to pee again and just let it flow into the diaper while my face turned red.

To ignore my now wet diaper, I looked around as best as possible from my seat. Several other ‘mothers’ moved about the room in various delightful or hostile moods. All seemed to hold their ‘babies’ tightly to keep them from running and escaping. Just in the time she was writing, I watched three Littles get spanked bare-bottomed, and another had her ear twisted for a moment until she cried.

When she finished, Amanda picked my seat back up again to take the forms to the window. While the lady looked over them, she popped a couple of the snaps open on my romper, “Do you have a place I can change her?”

I flushed red with the diaper exposed and Amanda clearly sharing its state with the receptionist and anyone within range. I bit down on the silicone of the pacifier a little harder just then to keep from complaining.

“Why yes, ma’am, right down the hall here, I’ll show you,” she said as she opened the door beside her and led us to a small nurse’s station with a padded surface. “I can’t believe how good of a baby she is!”

“Yes, she is a special princess.”

Amanda popped the remaining snaps in a hurry and quickly changed me into a clean diaper before redressing me. “There, that should be comfier, huh?” She said as she hugged me and whispered, “Pretend to be a baby as best you can while we go back. Don’t backtalk no matter what they say… and try not to cry out.”

I looked curiously at her but nodded and nursed my pacifier that I was beginning to actually grow fond of. It felt like she had barely set my carrier back down on the ground when the nurse called, “Stacy Westerfield?” I started slightly at the change of my last name. I wasn’t surprised though; after all, I figured that was inevitable with Fred’s explanation of the password the night before!

It was obvious to me from my surroundings that we were at a doctor’s office, but it certainly didn’t feel like a regular doctor’s office back home. Something about the place just gave you the creeps!

I could only vaguely see doors from my place in the carrier as we passed them. As we passed one of them, I heard a man’s voice shout, “You goddamn bitch!!!! You can’t do this to…” followed by loud whacks and whimpering. As we made it to the end of the hallway, I thought I could hear the unfortunate person beginning to bawl.

It wasn’t a thought as we passed another room; you could definitely hear the full-on screams of pain and terror from a woman. It was the kind of thing you expected to hear in a horror movie… I found myself shaking slightly in the seat and nursed on the pacifier more to try and distract myself.

Finally, the nurse led us to an open-walled nurses’ station where she said, “Okay, we’re going to need little Stacy just in her diaper for most of this exam.” Then she looked at me and talked to me for a moment like I wasn’t a baby, “Make sure you behave, baby, or you won’t like the consequences.”

I nodded meekly, and I was quickly freed from the seat, and my romper was taken off. “When did you change her last?”

“About ten minutes ago, she was soaked.”

“So, she’s using her diapers just fine? Messes too?”

“Happily peeing and pooing like a good Little should.”

The nurse nodded like that was the correct answer as she picked me up and lay me down on what had to be an infant scale. “Okay… Forty-three pounds… she really is a tiny thing. You must have had a tough time finding the right diapers!”

I jolted at that, forty-three pounds? I had lost over a hundred pounds of my weight and had not even realized it! ‘Unless they measured pounds differently?’

“Okay, little girl, stand tall right here,” she told me and had me stand up next. “Thirty-nine inches…” she mused, “I guess we could give you another half or the full inch. What do you want, Mommy?” She asked Amanda.

“Just leave her at thirty-nine inches. She’s just a little baby anyway,” she told her.

“Yep, no way this one could make her life through the world on her own!” Surprisingly to me, she took my blood pressure, pulse, and did a body fat check before directing Amanda to carry me into a waiting examination room while she followed with my carrier.

“Okay, now some health questions for you, Mommy.” Most of the time, Amanda actually knew more than I would have guessed, but several times I told her the answer, and the nurse pretended not to hear anything until Amanda parroted it back. It was weird, but I could see how they wanted to continue to degrade any adult confidence a Little might have.

The lady nurse left after saying, “I can’t believe how good she is!” to Amanda before looking at me and saying, “Just remember bad crybabies do get punished!”

I shuddered as she left, and Amanda collected me in her arms. I snuggled gratefully into her warm body as it was cold in the room. A moment later, a man slightly shorter than Amanda came in, “I’m supposed to get some blood?”

“I think so,” Amanda said.

“Can you hold her arm so she’ll stay still?” He asked.

I just rolled my eyes and sat calmly while they took my blood like any other time I’d ever done it. But, of course, I wasn’t counting on the needle being twice the size I remembered in my last checkup! I managed to hold still, though, and other than a brief flinch, I did my best not to let them know how much the damn thing hurt!!!!! ‘It wouldn’t have surprised me if they used a bigger needle just to make it hurt more!’ I thought to myself. He filled three vials up before pulling the port out and putting a Band-Aid with that show Naomi and Oliver’s characters on it.

“What a good girl!” He said as he patted my head, “Just remember that if you’re a crybaby, you will be punished.”

He left, and I whispered to Amanda, “What exactly do they do?”

She shuddered herself and whispered, “I watched them give Hannah enemas and spankings with a paddle.”

I shuddered and leaned even closer into her. Shortly after that, the doctor came in, “Hi, I’m Doctor Nimitz,” he said to Amanda. I froze, knowing he was the other ‘daddy’ I almost chose.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Westerfield,” she told him with a smile.

“So, you’re here for this little cutie?” He said with a smile and looked at me. Something about the smile refused to expand to his eyes, though, and I believed in a heartbeat I had chosen correctly.

“That’s right, especially with this baby girl being so tiny and cute; I didn’t want to delay getting her registered for adoption.”

“That’s very smart,” he told her. He looked down at the notes for a moment and then looked at me with recognition in his eyes, “We spoke a couple months ago, didn’t we?”

I nodded, “Yes, sir.” At least it sort of sounded like that through the pacifier.

“Well, if I’d had any clue of how cute you would be in a diaper, I would have made a stronger case for my wife and me. Truthfully I don’t know why you’d ever bother with college. You’re clearly meant to just be a cute little baby!” I just stared at him without saying anything. “Okay, please place her down on the table so we can do an examination. She’ll need to lose the paci while we do this.” He looked apologetic to me at that.

He felt my lymph nodes, looked in my ears, and listened to my heart and lungs before laying me back and untaping my diaper. Then, when my diaper came down, he said, “Oh, so you’re a baby girl with a surprise in your diaper! Mommy, do you want me to do something about that?”

I cringed and shook a little in fear, ‘will he just rip off my parts?!?’

“Not now. I kind of think it’s endearing right now... I may change my mind, but her daddy and I need to talk it over a bit more before we do anything too permanent.”

“Makes sense, no rush,” he said.

“What are our options, though?” she asked him.

‘Really?’ I screamed inside. ‘She’s serious?’

“Well, do you want her to have it as a punishment?” He paused, “Or do you just want to do it to get it to where she’s right cosmetically?” he shook his head, “There’s even an option out there that would go ahead and give her ovaries so she could have her own little babies.”

He paused for a moment, “I hate to think of this one like that, but she would be ultimate breeder if you mated her with a really short Little boy.” He nodded before adding, “I bet I can even get you in touch with a couple of my patients that fit that bill.”

I was genuinely horrified as I sat there, and he talked about making it possible for me to have babies just to make me a baby-making machine. There was no sense of compassion in his voice at all. As he gave her information, he never stopped his examination of my groin. A second later, he flipped me over onto my stomach while leaving me partially over my diaper. I feared what was coming next, and sure enough, I felt something enter my butt that I hoped was just a thermometer.

“We’re not interested in mating her,” Amanda said carefully, “but maybe that type of procedure would be best so that we could make sure we have options?”

“Well, if you go that route, you’ll be able to do it all in one day at the university’s hospital. We have a doctor trained in a new technique there with nanites.” He paused and added, “I’ve heard that they can do other modifications while they’re at it too, if you want. Really great designer options!” He laughed, “Speaking of which, I just now realized who your husband is. Tell Fred hello for me.”

“I will,” Amanda said as she gently squeezed my hand.

“Well, I think that should be good.”

He pulled out the thermometer, and I let out a silent sigh of relief. That sucked!

“Okay, last bits I’ll leave in my nurse’s hands. Overall you seem to have a very healthy Little on your hands. Be sure to think about what I said and definitely have her back here in six months for a checkup.”

“We will,” Amanda replied as he left, and she quickly put a new diaper on me and redressed me in my romper. “Sorry, baby,” she whispered to me as the door opened again and the original nurse entered.

“Okay, let’s make some art for your mommy!” the nurse told me with a smile. A large ink pad was brought out, and my feet and hands were covered in it before they put them on a large paper labeled, ‘Adoption Certificate.’ I looked at the details on the certificate. My parents’ full names and birthdates were listed; my actual age of eighteen was recorded with my birthdate, along with my height, weight, hair, and eye color. I was surprised to see my gender listed as Female without any surgery required. The nurse scanned a bar code printed at the top of the page with some sort of gun-looking device in her hand.

“Where do you want to put her chip?”

Without warning, Amanda flipped me over onto my stomach over her lap, and I felt her pull back my romper and diaper right on my right butt cheek. A second later, I nearly bit my tongue in half to avoid crying out as I felt another feeling like a shot, but worse, go right in there.

“Stay there for a second, baby. I know that hurt, sorry,” she told me. A scanner was run over the chip to confirm it was working correctly before the lady said, “You’re such a good baby!”

Amanda held me tight for a few minutes to reassure me while the nurse said, “The chip is active and confidential where it’s located. You actually didn’t put it in any of the most common spots, so hopefully, any trader wouldn’t find it easily.”

“Can’t they dig it out?” Amanda asked.

“It’s a lot more work than you would think. Pretty soon, scar tissue forms around it inside of her, and you end up damaging the goods to get it out. They can reprogram them with a lot of patience, but the password you put in the reader prevents anyone but you from easily doing that. Make sure you share that password with your husband, though, just in case you need it in the future to update her medical or your contact info.”

Amanda nodded, and I found myself sitting back in the carrier with my pacifier again in my mouth, just grateful the exam was over! As she walked past another room on the way out the door, I heard, “You can’t do this to me!!!! I’m not a baby or a girl!!!!!!!!” A smack and cries of agony serenaded us as she carried me past the receptionist.

Our exit out the building door didn’t happen soon enough for me as I could only imagine the horrors that existed in that building.

 
 
Chapter 9: Routines

 

“I’M SORRY ABOUT that,” Amanda said a little while later after we had driven away from the clinic.

“That was horrific!” I told her bluntly, having lost the pacifier from my mouth when she had closed my passenger door.

“And you were a good girl! You heard… well, imagine how it is for most people.” She paused, “How in the world have you been so calm about all of this? If I had to go back to wearing diapers and being tortured and made fun of like you just were.” She took a breath in, “I’d be spitting nails!”

I sighed, “On my previous visit with my family, we had a party in a restaurant, and I was able to sit and talk with a local Little for a couple hours. He had managed to remain free - which given his age of thirty, seems even more impressive to me now - but he knew all of the ins and outs. He shared with me pretty much everything that’s happened so far and more… So, it’s not like anything was a total surprise like it has to be for some visitors. Just terrifying to see it for real, though,” I shuddered.

I paused and added, “I want this degree so badly that I’ve steeled myself for the past two years basically that any of this can happen. But, unfortunately, I know I don’t stand a chance of stopping it completely… my best bet is to be a good passive baby.”

Amanda was silent upfront for several minutes before she said, “You’re probably right.”

I sat there for a few more minutes before the car slowed, and she said, “You hungry? We’re going to meet Daddy for lunch,” she told me.

I sighed for a moment, it had felt like there was a brief pause in the babying, but obviously, that wasn’t going to last. Amanda stopped the car and opened my door. She didn’t immediately grab me, though; instead, she messed with something for a moment before she slung my diaper bag on her shoulder. She made quick work of the buckle, and we were on our way inside a restaurant that seemed pretty casual. Amanda spotted Fred, and we walked over to where a high chair was already waiting for me.

“Hi, Princess!” He said to me with a smile and exchanged a quick kiss with Amanda after she buckled me in the highchair.

The waitress came over, and she handed her one of the new bottles, “Would you mind filling this with milk for her?”

“Why certainly, she’s too cute! What would you like to drink?” She asked Amanda.

“Iced tea would be fine,” she told her.

“Great, let me get this cutie’s bottle filled, and I’ll be right back to take your orders.”

“Let’s get your bib on you, sweetheart,” Amanda told me. She quickly placed one on me that read ‘Daddy’s Little Princess with a tiara underneath it. I groaned but smiled.

“Aren’t you just the perfect little Daddy’s girl?” The waitress said a moment later when she brought my bottle and Amanda’s iced tea. I could feel the bottle was warm - I guessed it was a sign the lady cared.

“I’ll have the Quiche here, and our Princess will have your child’s mac and cheese,” she told her.

“Does the chef need to do anything extra with her food? He can puree it if you need?”

“Oh no, we’ll be fine like it’s supposed to come. She’s a Little, but I prefer to just think of her as my normal baby. She’s eating solids and pasta just fine!”

“Okay then, and you, sir?”

“I’ll have the Bacon Cheeseburger and fries, please.”

“Very good!” She said and walked away.

Amanda quickly grabbed the bottle from the tray and checked it on her wrist before handing it back to me, “Careful, it’s probably a little warmer than it should be, but it’s still safe for babies.”

She gave me a look that I took to be a hint to ‘start nursing,’ which I did. I noticed the milk tasted more like regular milk at home and couldn’t help but wonder what I had been given last night…

“So, what did you two do this morning?” Fred asked.

“Well, we had oatmeal,” she smiled at me and made a face, “then we went to ValuMart to pick up some new babas. I think she manages with that size a lot better!”

“Looks like it,” he nodded. “What else did you get?”

“First, we ran into my student Jennifer Faulkner in the baby aisle.”

“She’s the one…”

“Yes,” she said, cutting him off and making me curious.

‘One what?’ I wondered.

“How was she doing?”

“She’s doing well. Apparently, her mom was going to make her Little sister go without baby wipes for a while since they were out. So she went to buy some for her.”

“That’s awful; she could end up with more than just diaper rash!”

“You and I both understand that… her mom has always sounded like a piece of work, though,” Amanda added. “Anyway, we talked for a little bit, and she fell in love with our little princess here. I think she’s probably going to be our go-to babysitter if Megan’s not available.”

“As long as you trust her?”

“I do.”

“What else did you manage to get done?”

“Well, not much more; we made it to the doctor’s office to make the adoption official. I have three copies of her cute handprints and footprints with the certificate for us to use. I also got her chipped while we were there,” she said the last bit quietly.

“Probably a good idea,” he told her and looked at me nursing the bottle, “I know that had to have hurt Princess but believe me, it’s for your own protection.”

I nodded.

“Anything else?” He asked.

“Nope, just lunch with Daddy so far!” She said as plates arrived. To my surprise, the macaroni and cheese actually didn’t look too bad, but the burger Fred had sounded way better. It was humongous, though, so I was pretty sure there was no way that I could ever have managed even one bite in my smallmouth!

Amanda fed me the macaroni and cheese one bite at a time throughout lunch. By making some sad eyes at Fred, I was able to steal a couple of ‘Daddy’s fries’ from him. Each of those was practically a quarter of a potato back home! The bottle sat with a quarter left when we waited for the check, so I sat and finished it. As I popped it out from my mouth, I accidentally let out a huge burp.

Amanda smiled at me, “Did you have some wigglies in your tummy?” she cooed at me before she used the bib to wipe a little bit of stray cheese sauce from my face. She removed it and placed it in my bag before picking me up from the highchair.

“What are you two ladies doing now?” Fred asked.

“Well, I think we’re going to run home for a little while for the princess to take a nap. Then, after that, I think we might take a walk over to the university.”

“Okay, I may be home earlier this afternoon than normal. Doctor Clark just about fired me when he found out I have a new baby at home, and I’m not there helping my wife.” He smiled at both of us.

She laughed, “I bet Bob has always been a softie!”

After a kiss from him, Amanda carried me outside, and I was once again bound in my car seat. I waited for us to get home for naptime. ‘Sounds so exciting…’ I thought grudgingly to myself. While she drove, I felt the need to pee more and let it out into the diaper with a sigh.

Thankfully for my growing boredom, the ride home took just a few minutes, and I once more found myself in their garage being picked up. Amanda didn’t set me down, though; instead, she walked out the open garage door, so I could see the front of the house properly. “See, there’s plenty of pretty grass for you to play on,” she said with a smile. “Though you won’t play out front much because I don’t need you getting hurt, huh?”

I looked at the two-story house and saw it was a sort of Victorian-style home with gabled peaks. The front had a long porch complete with a white rail and porch swing. A single tree that looked like a Magnolia tree rose from the ground in the middle of the lawn. It was monstrous to me in size, and I was impressed by how pretty the house was. However, I was also more than a bit unnerved that it looked very similar to my parent’s house! It was different colors, though. While my parents had painted their house in shades of yellow, this was painted in shades of green. And probably thirty feet or more in additional height...

“I’ll show you the backyard once I get everything put away,” she told me with a smile as she bounced me lightly on her hip and closed the garage door. Then, she took me to the living room and sat me down in the playpen while making me jump as I felt a finger intrude on my diaper. “I’ll have to change that wet diapee here soon too!”

I blushed bright red as she disappeared to go carry stuff in, while she apparently felt safe leaving me alone since I was very effectively caged in the playpen. After watching her go back out to the garage through the white mesh fabric, I went back to the doll I had been looking at a bit earlier. I began messing with her and a stuffed cat next to it, debating about how I would be expected to play with them. Before long, Amanda was back and took me upstairs for the needed diaper change. “Since I’m going to put you down for your nap, I’m going to put you in one of your pretty princess diapers,” she told me excitedly.

I groaned.

“They’re not that bad, are they?”

I nodded my head, “They intentionally make it impossible to walk!”

“Well, good! You won’t need to because you’ll be napping!”

To avoid being bored in the crib right away, I asked, “Could you show me the backyard first, like you promised?”

She sighed, “I did promise that didn’t I?”

I nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“You think you’re stalling your nap, aren’t you?”

I gave her the most angelic face I could possibly make, “I would never do that, Mommy!” But, I kept my face and said, “I’m a good girl!”

She laughed at me and tickled me for a moment, “You certainly are a good girl! I have to keep reminding myself that you’re not a normal baby or a normal Little. It takes everything I have to keep from going and getting some other tools to regress you more.”

I shuddered a little bit, “Please don’t.”

“I won’t do anything without asking first. But I would suggest it might be a good idea to think about some help on unpottytraining yourself? I saw the look on your face in the car as you wet your diaper; maybe you might be less miserable if you’re not aware you’re going?”

I shook my head, “I was reading in the college handbook that if I poop myself in class, I can be kicked out of the university. So I have to at the very least keep my bowel control.”

She looked like that was a surprise to her. “What?”

“I’ll show you later. It was a small line that I think most people would probably overlook, but all it would take is one angry professor….”

“Gah! It would probably be Krantz, too…” she muttered. She carried me down the staircase and said, “By the way, how did you know Doctor Nimitz?”

I sighed, “I had narrowed it to you two and him and his wife from my fifty-some responses.”

“You have no idea how close you came to disaster.” She told me, and I could see some tears in her eyes.

“I kind of got that feeling when I talked to them over the link, and today definitely confirmed that. I know I picked the right mommy and daddy!” She squeezed me and then led me out a sliding door to the backyard. A fence that looked pretty formidable to me ran around a beautiful pool they had in the backyard. I saw a sandbox and swing set that didn’t look brand new like everything else.

“Those look older…” I pointed.

“They came with the house and came in handy when my sisters visited until they messed with their Littles’s ability to walk. I think we might put in another playground at some point, but since you’re supposed to be a baby, I don’t know how much we really should put in for you. A lot of people would probably prefer to see us use that infant swing and nothing else.”

I noticed that one of the swings had a traditional infant bar and harness to make it safe for someone my size. ‘Or make it the perfect way to trap them for hours…’ I thought darkly.

“Okay, enough stalling, naptime!” She commanded.

“I wasn’t stalling,” I told her innocently.

“Right…” she tickled me for a moment and then retraced her steps inside the house. Back in my room, she lay me down on top of the quilt in the crib for a quick second before quickly and effectively tucking me inside of it to where I couldn’t move.

“What are you doing?” I asked before being effectively silenced with a pacifier. I didn’t complain, though, and sucked on it lightly.

“It’s called swaddling, Stacy; I would have done it last night, but I was worried that with the sleeper, you would be too hot. It helps keep me from worrying about you flipping over and possibly having problems breathing.”

I looked up at her and wondered if I was now getting to another story but chose not to push. She kissed my head and reached above me to turn on the crib’s mobile. Just as she began to turn around, I noticed a dark dot on her left breast. She was out of my sight quickly, though, and I was left to look at the mobile of butterflies turning while Brahms Lullaby played softly. Seeing nothing else I could do, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

 

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