#babysitterava

Roxy gets a fright, and lets out a little bit of pee.

Alexa notices the wind picked up her skirt and that Roxy feels self conscious about it.

She jumps into action and holds her hand and says "It's ok baby, no one saw that".

Alexa doesn't know that Roxy has just peed herself a little bit. Good thing she has protection on.

She picks her up by the hip, and carries her like the baby she is.

James woke with a dull ache behind his eyes, the kind that made the morning light feel too sharp and the world a little unreal. He didn’t remember much from the night before. Only that he’d been drinking again, saying things he probably shouldn’t have. When he shuffled into the kitchen, still in a half-dream, the sight waiting for him didn’t quite register at first: the high chair pulled out, a bib draped neatly over the tray, and his wife waiting patiently beside it. Her calm expression said more than words ever could. Too tired to argue and too hazy to process, James simply sat down when she guided him forward, letting her fasten the bib around his neck and place a spoon in her hand. For the first time, he didn’t resist... just stared quietly as she began to feed him, the room filled with the soft clink of the spoon and the quiet hum of her voice, steady and sure.

As the fog of his hangover began to lift, James’s awareness returned in fragments: the quiet hum of the kitchen, the gentle clink of dishes, the calm firmness in his wife’s tone. Each detail drew him further into the uncomfortable truth of what was happening. A flicker of protest rose in him but faded just as quickly; he didn’t have the strength to argue. The weight of her quiet determination pressed down on him until resistance felt pointless. Slowly, he sank to the floor and rested his head face down against the cool tile. For a long moment he stayed there, breathing shallowly, too tired to speak or move, quietly accepting the situation he had brought upon himself.

As he lies on the floor, his wife can't help but adjust his cute diaper. "Time for a change soon" she thinks to herself...

"Is someone's bottom wet?" Alexa asks in a playful and slightly condescending way.

Roxy blushes and says "No!". She lets go of Alexa's hand, and walks forward slightly.

Alexa says "Hold on, young lady" and gently lifts up the back of Roxy's skirt revealing her damp pullup.

Roxy realises what is happening. She has a changing table like that at home. But they don't often use it.

They've never used it out.

Roxy protests "What are we doing here? I might be a little... damp... but I don't need to be changed! Or if I do, I can do it by myself?".

The 'Or I can do it by myself?' was posed more as a request and question, not a statement of fact.

"Shhh... just lie down, hun, I'll take care of you". Alex pulls down her pink skirt, and puts it to one side. Once her skirt is off, she gently holds Roxy on the table so she can help calm her.

Alexa holds up a diaper. An actual diaper. Not a pad. Not a pull-up. A diaper.

Roxy is in shock. She can't believe what she's seeing.

She has only worn a diaper twice in the last year – both times only at night, and when she was sick.

Alexa knows their may be a battle ahead of her... but she needs to make sure her girlfriend is dry and protected while they're out and about.

Roxy knows that Alexa has put her foot down. Deep down, she knows she's lucky that she's only wearing pulls-ups. No one will notice, will they?

Do you notice?