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wisewidow · 4 years ago

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Hello, Your Parents Want Me To Have Your Babies

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Melina, my workplace’s neighbour, wants to set me up with her daughter.

I'd only ever hear about Natasha every couple of weeks, when her adoptive father, the mechanic that owned the garage workshop beside my father's cafe slash bar, met up with my uncle for beers one day last year. Ever since then, our families have been loosely intertwined, friendly but not too close. Alexei fixed my mom's wrecked car for a cheap price, in return I let his youngest daughter Yelena have free coffees whenever she pops over.

From what my father told me, Alexei's entire family, including his wife, were all involved in the family business of repairing cars, except for his eldest daughter: Natasha, who turned out to be an FBI agent living in Quantico. Dad says they're proud of her but they miss her.

"(Y/N)," my brother calls from the kitchen. I put down my phone and find him balancing three plates of sandwiches and a salad in his spindly arms.

He opens his mouth to explain the orders, but I cut him off.

"Alexei," I say, pointing to the bacon and egg sandwich. "A salad for Melina. The tuna and tomato roll is Yelena's. Did they want drinks?"

Peter nods. "Four coffees and a large bottle of water, they already have them."

I ruffle his hair to thank him and grab the plates, balancing the third on my forearm until I can place it on a tray. I carry it outside, years of waitressing practice keeping it balanced, and head towards the garage.

"Melina?" I call. Moments later the raven haired woman slips out of the office and smiles. She yells something in Russian that causes Yelena to slide out from under a silver BMW, covered in black grease. Alexei appears moments later wielding a spanner.

They hound me for their orders, gratefully patting my shoulder and carrying their food away to their separate stations. Yelena disappears into the shadows with her sandwich, and her father to his desk, but Melina simply brightens and says, "(Y/N), have you heard? Natalia is visiting."

"Yes!" Alexei yells around a mouthful of bread. "Family, reunion! Grandbabies!"

Melina hisses something in their mother tongue. I laugh, and then ask if Natasha was bringing her kids, though I wasn't aware she had any.

"He means nothing of it, Natalia is focused on work at the moment. Too focused, I think. No babies. No partner."

"Tell her about her penthouse!" Alexei encourages.

Melina flaps a hand at him in irritation. "Yes, well, she has broken up with Bruce, the shy scientist from work. And then Sharon, charming field operative, also from work. And now she refuses to date. Because of work."

I chuckle nervously. "Where are you going with this?"

Melina smiles innocently. "Nowhere. What happened to your last girlfriend, again? Your father mentioned something about . . ." The look in her eyes is enough to egg me on, though the subject is one I rarely speak of these days.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I say, "Carol left to travel Europe."

"Shame," she nods sympathetically. "You don't seem bothered. Are you not looking for a relationship?"

"Not actively, but I'm sure another troublemaker will find me. I don't have a good track record of steady relationships," I admit.

"Neither does Natalia!" Alexei shouts.

"Oh!" I say. "Does she want Carol's number? Or my friend Harley, she's not looking for commitment."

Yelena snickers. Alexei frowns. Melina chuckles. "No, no, Natalia needs someone she doesn't work with, and you need someone serious, and we need grandbabies before we die, since Yelena neglects it."

I flush a bright red. "Grandb— I'm— okay, first of all, neither of us have the equipment for that—"

"Neither did Dad," Yelena pipes up, referring to the fact that she and her sister were adopted.

"Hey!"

"(Y/N)!" Peter calls, rounding the corner. "Ned's coming over to pick me up, we need to finish our physics project. Uncle Ben should be here soon, can you manage the bar until he gets here?"

I jump onto the excuse and yell back affirmation, say a quick goodbye to Melina before speed-walking back to the cafe.

Peter leaves with Ned soon after, and Ben arrives at around the same time. I move to the kitchens while he takes over serving our regulars, as he's friendlier with them than me.

I work on making more sandwiches and tapas meals until four, when my shift ends. I kiss Uncle Ben on the cheek and head home.

The smell of paprikash greets me as I unlock the door to my apartment, which I guess means that my roommate is home. I call out a hello to her and head to the shower.

I groan happily as the hot water rains down on my front. I close my eyes and lean my head back, thinking over how strange the day had been, and lose myself in a trance of relaxation.

"(Y/N/N)!" Wanda barges in. I jump and almost slip grabbing the shower curtain to cover my body as I peek out at her.

"I'm naked," I hiss.

She ignores me and holds up two clothes hangers. "Pantsuit or dress?"

I push my wet hair out of my face. "Uh, are you bar-hopping with Vision or going to a family dinner?"

"Get together with some friends," she explains. "Vis, Sam, Steve and some guy named Bucky who I'm informed we're supposed to be pretending Steve isn't in love with, do you know him?"

"Nope."

"Okay, well, he's bringing some friends, so I'm bringing you. Don't make that face, you know almost everyone."

"I don't feel like getting drunk," I complain.

"Good! You can be the designated driver. Pantsuit or dress?"

Grumbling, I tell her, "Dress."

"Okay, thanks, you wear the pantsuit, be ready by seven. May the Force be with you!"

She ducks as I throw my shampoo bottle at her. We bicker and mock and tease as I pat myself dry and she changes into the scarlet dress. While she braids her hair, I carefully slip into the navy and white striped pantsuit, and we move into her bedroom to make use of her vanity, since the sun's lowering position in the sky shone straight into the window while my room would be encased in dimness by now. I sit in the chair and she leans over me, brushing her eyelashes with delicate mascara. We fall into our normal going-out-getting-ready rhythm, periodically handing each other different brushes, comparing lipstick shades, and commenting on our days. She tells me about her brother's latest shenanigans and I make the grave mistake of commenting on Melina's attempted set-up earlier today, much to Wanda's entertainment. The two had never met but they both shared the pure ecstasy that came with matchmaking involving me.

"Do you think she's pretty?" Wanda wonders.

"I've seen photos," I shrug. "She's a redhead. Yelena says she changes hairstyles often."

"That doesn't answer my question! Pretty redhead or no?"

"They were baby photos, Wanda! I didn't have an opinion on her looks past the Wonder Woman pajamas."

She hums, and turns to draw a small heart under my left eye with her gel liner pen. "It would be nice if you wound up with her, but if you do fall madly in love with her beautiful red locks and decide to move to Washington to marry her and have her babies, I will murder you. You pay your rent on time and you're fun and please, please do not make me move back in with my brother."

"Why does everyone keep bringing up babies?" I yell.

An hour later we're pulling up to the bar in the back of a cab arguing about getting a cat. The debate of whose bathroom would host the litter tray is interrupted by Wanda spotting Vision through the window and quickly smacking my arm and hissing at me to hurry up and pay so she can sneak in and scare him. Unfortunately, I can't locate my purse inside my bag.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), go, go, go . . ."

"Wanda, Wanda, going, going, going . . . Aha!" I pay the driver and find myself being ushered inside before I can put my purse back in my bag.

Sam, a friend of Wanda's from college, ends up foiling her evil master plan by pointing her out as soon as she walks in the door. Vision, being a good sport, pretends to be startled when she yells "BOO!" in his ear. As she cackles manically before sliding into the chair beside him, I notice the only free space is by the pretty blonde woman beside a man with brown hair pulled into a bun.

"Oh, look who I dragged out with me!" Wanda exclaims, taking a sip of Vision's drink and making a grand gesture with her hands. "(Y/N)!"

I'm greeted with a chorus of hello's. I bow and grin as I sit by the woman and offer a polite smile. Steve leans over points to the brunet man. "This is Bucky, we were close as friends. As kids. We were close as friends, when we were kids."

Sam snorts into his beer.

Steve clears his throat awkwardly. "And this is his partner from work, Nat."

I get a closer inspection and my eyes widen in shock. "Natalia?"

"Her name is Natasha." Steve corrects.

"I thought her name was Natalie?" Vision frowns.

"She goes by Nat, who cares?" Sam shrugs.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova?" Wanda yelps. "(Y/N)! You didn't tell me this was the Natalia!"

"The what? I— Do I know you two?" Natasha asks, bewildered.

"Not me!" Wanda says, and then makes a motion for zipping her lips shut.

Everyone turns to me. I chuckle nervously. "I should probably explain. Hi, I'm (Y/N), your parents want me to have your babies."

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deekersdiaperpage1988 · 7 years ago

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Bill"

BY CODY MATTHEW JAMES

III 2/8/05 Chapter 1 HOW WE MET BILL This story is purely fictional. Any relation of names to anyone living or dead is purely coincidence. All chapters must be read in order to maintain the context of this story. ENJOY! C.M.J. III "Here, let me help you with that," the voice sprang up from behind me. I lost my grip on the mattress my mom and I were moving into our new apartment. "You shouldn't be moving something that heavy ma'dam," the man said to my mom. I turned to see a guy walk past me and take the front end of the mattress from my mother's hands. "You shouldn't be using those lovely hands in that manner." "Oh…we really don't need any help…sir." my mom said. "My name is Bill," he said as he helped me carry the mattress into our apartment. "Scotty and I can handle moving our furniture Mr.…Bill," my mom said. "I've got a few minutes so I can give you a hand Miss…Mrs…" "Mrs. McCormick." my mom filled in. "And where would you like us to put this fine mattress Mrs. McCormick." Bill asked. "Through the hall, bedroom on the right please." "Done." Bill said. We placed the mattress on the box spring and walked back into the living room. "By the way, my name is Bill Stiles. I live in apartment 22 G, upstairs Mrs. McCormick." "Oh, please call me Jeanne." "I think Scotty and I can take care of the rest of the furniture Bill," my mom said as she put the pillows on the couch. "Nonsense Mrs. McCormick, I mean Jeanne. I just got off work and I was going to do my weight lifting when I got home. If I help Scotty bring in the rest of the furniture, I will be killing two birds with one stone." My mom blushed when Bill winked at her. "Come on Scotty. We can have this done in a few minutes." Bill said as he placed his hand on my shoulder and led me back out the front door. When we got to the carport, Bill took off his dark brown sports jacket and laid it on the front seat of my mom's car. I grabbed the last box of kitchen utensils and watched Bill pick up the heavy coffee table. I could see his arm muscles bulge inside his light blue long sleeve shirt as he lifted the table up and start walking to the apartment. "What do you do for a living Scotty?" Bill asked me as we walked down the long hallway. "I..." "Don't tell me...My E.S.P. says you are in the U.S. Air Force and you're a pilot in one of those jet fighters." "No, I'm..." "I know. You're an adviser for President Bush, right?" Bill asked. "No, I go to..." "You're a world famous college professor and you took some time off so you could help you mother move. Right." Bill interrupted me again. "NO! I go to school." I answered quickly. "Oh. Which school do you go to Scotty, Cal Tech, U.S.C., U.C.L.A.? "No, I will be going to Lone Hill elementary school this fall." "You're pulling my leg Scotty. I thought you were about twenty two years old." "When was the last time you saw a four foot almost one inch tall twenty two year old Bill?" "Last week I saw a three foot tall three year old." Bill said as we walked into the apartment. As we entered the apartment, Bill said "I take it Mrs. McCormick, the coffee table goes in front of the sofa." "You shouldn't have carried the heavy table all by yourself Bill...Scotty, why didn't you give him a hand?" Before I could answer my mom, Bill said "He's the supervisor. You can't ask the supervisor to give you a hand Mrs. McCormick." I really liked Bill now I thought to myself, he had a sense of humor and a great imagination. 'Let's go and finish off that trailer so your mom can get it back to the rental yard sport." Bill said. As we headed back out the door I told Bill "I'll see you out back in a minute. I need to do something first." "Okay see you out back Scotty." As Bill was heading to the carport, I went to my bedroom. When I looked in, I was glad my mom didn't make me take the sheet off the mattress this morning so she could wash it. The last thing I wanted Bill to find out was that I wet my bed. "Mom, don't take the sheet off my bed. I'll wash it later." I was glad that it was dark last night when we moved my bed and dresser over here from our old apartment. No one saw us move it in. We kind of snuck it in last night so they would not see the stains on my mattress. I had a great time my last night at our old apartment, sleeping in a sleeping bag with my best friends Matt and Kyle. It was kind of a going away party last night for my mom and me at our old apartment. I was going to miss Matt and Kyle, but my mom said there were some kids living in our new apartment building that were about the same age as me. If Bill looked into my room, all he would see is a mattress with a sheet on it that needed a blanket, and bedspread. "Bill, are there any kids in this apartment building about my age?" I asked as I caught up to him. "Kevin lives next door to me. He's about eight years old." "I was thinking about someone about eleven to twelve years old." "Well, there is a boy, his name is Samone. He lives upstairs in the rear about here." Bill said as he pointed to the ceiling over his head. "How old is he?" "He's about your age Scotty, eleven or twelve, but I need to tell you something about him first." "What?" Bill turned so he was facing me. "Samone is what they call mentally challenged. Do you know what that means Scotty?" "Sure, it means his brain is not working like it normally should." "I couldn't have said it better myself Scotty." "I had to work with some kids like that when we were filming a commercial for a PBS station one time." I told Bill "You're in commercials Scotty?" "Yeah, my mom tries to get me modeling jobs and some commercials every now and then to make ends meet as she says." "What kind of commercials have you done?" Bill asked as we walked back to the apartment. "Did you ever see a commercial about life insurance, almost five years ago. The husband and wife were talking about getting more life insurance as they stood over a crib looking at the kid sleeping." "Can't really say I did." "Oh, the camera was on me all the time and you could only hear the parent's voices in the back ground. They never showed the parents at all." "And the boy turns over onto his side and puts his thumb in his mouth?" Bill said. "Right, my thumb and mouth." Bill stopped in the hallway, and as I stood there for a second, he studied me. "That was you in the commercial Scotty. I remember those eyes." "Yeah, I did that one when I was six years old" "How did you land the job?" "My mom needed some money to make the rent, and they couldn't get any of the other kids to turn onto their side on cue. I was in the same studio auditioning for a shoe commercial when the life insurance sponsor saw me." "Did you get the shoe commercial too?" "No, my feet were too small, but with the insurance commercial we made the rent for about six months." "What about the PBS commercial, what was that about?" "That was a freebee my mom says. She wanted to get me more exposure on TV, so I was in a commercial about autism. It was entitled 'I have feelings too' "Sounds like you have had an interesting life so far Scotty." "What do you do for a living Bill?" "I'm into advertising, drawing up advertisements for a wine company, and I do advertising for some beer companies, too." "Need an almost eleven year old beer pusher?" "No, but we are expanding into some different fields this fall. How are you mechanically?" "I like to take things apart to see how they work, why?" "We just branched out into mechanical field last week. Think you could hold up the golden gate bridge in your hands Scotty?" "In one hand with my other tied behind my back." I said jokingly. "Where would you like me to put these lamps Mrs., I mean Jeanne?" "Those two go on either side of the couch, and that one goes in Scotty's bedroom." my mom answered. "I'll take that to my room Bill." I said as I put the last box down on the couch, and then Bill handed me the lamp. I took the lamp to my room and put it down on the nightstand. As I looked around the room, I saw the sliding closet door was open. When I looked down at the cardboard box, it was clearly marked: Diapers and plastic pants. I closed the closet door quickly slamming it against the doorstop. "Scotty, are you okay in there?" "Yeah, these closet doors close so easy, not like the ones at our old apartment." As I walked back into the living room, Bill was at the front door waiting for me. As we headed out back one last time, I asked Bill about swimming in the pool. He told me it was for the tenants and their guests use only, and the pool was heated year round. I ask him about the blond girl I saw swimming in the pool last weekend when my mom and I came over to sign the rental agreement. Bill told me her name was Cathy, and she was going to start collage this fall. When Bill saw the interest I was showing in learning more about her, he said that maybe he could get her to baby sit me sometime. I told Bill that I was almost eleven, but in my mind, I wouldn't mind her babysitting me anytime no matter how old I was. It was almost noon before Bill and I finished unloading the trailer and car. Everything was now in our new apartment. My mom thanked Bill and told him she was going to take him out to dinner as soon as we were settled for all his help. "I guess I'd better hit the road so you and Scotty can get settled in Jeanne." Bill said. "Bill. I'll walk out with you. I need to move my car." my mom said. As they left, I looked around the apartment. It was a big mess, but we were finally moved in. I went to my room and lay down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I was so tired from being up early this morning. "Hey kid, crashing on me?" "No, I'm just tired from all this moving." "I need to get the trailer back, and I thought we could do lunch at McDonalds after." my mom said. "Naw, I thought I would take a nap for awhile. I guess the hot weather got to me." "Hey, are you coming down with something Scotty? My mom asked as she felt my forehead. "I don't think so." "You do have a little temp. Maybe you had better take a nap." I turned over on my side when my mom said "You forgetting something Scotty?" 'Mom, do I have to?" "Yes, we can't afford to buy you a new mattress yet, and besides, you don't have the mattress protector on your bed yet." I turned over onto my back and just lay there. "You're going to make me do all the work ,you little stinker?" "Do you like Bill?" I asked her "He's nice and pleasant…Where are your diapers, baby?" "In the closet on the left……What did you talk to Bill about when you went to move the car?" "Oh, a bunch of everything." "Like what?" "I told him I was looking for a sitter for you Scotty." "But mom, I'm almost eleven years old, I don't need a sitter." "Remember what we talked about last week?" "Yeah, I know you're working more hours but…." "No buts. Some nights I'll be getting home late, and I don't want anything bad to happen to my bright, good looking, honest, hard working sweet, precious, baby." "Aw mom." "What, you aren't my sweet precious baby?' she said as she took out two cloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants from the box in the closet. "If Matt and Kyle ever heard that sweet precious thing, I would be dead meat at school…..or would have been, for an entire year." "Aw my poor little boy." she said as she pulled my pants down as I lay there on the bed. After she took my pull-ups off, she slipped the double cloth diaper under me and pinned it, then pulled the plastic pants over my feet, up and over my diapers. "You have a good nap, and I'll take the trailer back. Be back in a while Scotty and do not answer the door." I turned over onto my stomach and went to sleep. I woke up when I heard the sound of a pan hit the floor in the kitchen. I looked over at the window to make sure it was still open. It seemed awful hot in my bedroom, and it was weird that no one was in the swimming pool outside my bedroom window on this hot Sunday. When I reached down to my crotch, I felt the wetness. It was a good idea to diaper me before my nap, otherwise it would mean me sleeping on the couch again tonight while my mattress dried out. I got up off the bed and went into the kitchen to see what was up. "About time you woke up Scotty. I thought I was going to have to wake you up to tell you it was bedtime." "I guess I was more tired then I thought." "How do you feel?" "Okay I guess." My mom felt my forehead "Your temperature is up." "Aw, I feel okay." "You go over to the couch and lay down. I'll go get the thermometer and a blanket for you. Now move." I went over to the TV to get the remote, then to the couch and lay down as my mom returned. "Let's put this in your mouth, or would you like it in the other end?" she teased me as she put the thermometer in my mouth. She put the blanket over me as I fidgeted. "Need to have your diaper changed?" "Naw, it's okay." "You're telling me the truth Scotty?" "I need a change." I replied. "Cloth diapers or pull-on diapers?" "Cloth diapers." I answered. I kind of figured that my mom knew that I didn't mind wearing diapers since I had so many wetting accidents, As long as I can remember, my mom had tried to get me into diaper commercials. The last one I tried out for was a holiday print disposable diaper after I had turned seven years old. I felt so embarrassed until I saw the other kids trying out. Compared to them I was one of the smaller ones. When I had a sleep over at my house with Matt and Kyle last year, I didn't know how I was going to get my diaper on without them knowing. When my mom said it was bedtime, Matt asked me if my mom diapered me or if I did it myself. I was shocked that he knew, then he told me he could smell the pee, and the baby powder just like in his baby brother's room. Then Matt told me that Kyle still wet his bed, and that he liked to wear diapers too. After Kyle and I were diapered by my mom, Matt walked back into my bedroom from the bathroom, naked, and asked if he could join the diaper party. My mom put a double diaper on him, but Matt never admitted he liked to wear diapers like Kyle and I do. When I saw Matt's erection, I knew he liked wearing diapers. "All done" my mom said. I felt more comfortable now with a dry diaper on. My mom took the thermometer out of my mouth "You do have a temperature, kid. Looks like your going to have to take it easy tomorrow." "I wanted to help unpack mom." "If your temp gets any higher, I'll have to take you to the doctor. Now, how about some dinner." "Like what?" "Since you didn't want McDonalds this afternoon, I got us some fish and chips." "When do we eat?" I said as I sat up quickly. Fish and chips were my favorite, even over hamburgers. "It's almost five o'clock now, how about in ten minutes?" When I smiled at her, she knew my answer. As we sat on the couch eating dinner and watching TV, my mom said "About your sitter, I talked to the apartment manager and he suggested that I hire Cathy Heather to look after you until school starts this fall. How do you feel about that Scotty?" I still thought that I was too old for a baby sitter, but when she mentioned Cathy, I was for that. "I guess its okay." I said. It was nine o'clock when I went to bed. Mom changed my damp diaper, and put clean sheets on my bed. She tucked me in, then kissed me on the forehead. I laid there after the light went out thinking about Matt and Kyle. They were probably sitting in front of the TV playing with Matt's game boy "Hey baby, going to sleep all morning?" my mommy asked as she sat down on my bed "Huh?' I said as I turned onto my back. "Need to take your temp, and by the way, Cathy is here to meet you." "Mom, I'm still in my…." "Hi Scotty. I'm Cathy Heather. I'll…" I pulled the covers over my head as fast as I could. "Looks like you have a shy son Mrs. McCormick." "Not really, we just caught him at a bad time." "Come on Scotty, let's see those pretty hazel eyes your mom told me about." Cathy said. "No." "I think he's embarrassed because he slept in his bare necessity's last night Cathy." "So we have a little Moglie here, you know, the boy from the Jungle book story." Cathy said "I think your right Cathy." "Scotty, I've been baby sitting most of my life, and I've seen everything." "Wanna bet." I said under my breath. "Come on Scotty, I need to take your temperature now, OR WE COULD DO IT THE OTHER WAY." my mom threatened. I pulled the sheet and blanket down to my neck, and there she stood. That beautiful blond haired girl that, some how I had fallen madly in love with even thought I'd only seen her once in her yellow bikini. Those blue eyes looking down at me and the perfect smile on that goddess sent tingles through my body. Her breasts were just the perfect size to match her fantastic body. "Are you done checking her out Scotty?' my mom asked. "Yeaaaah,…I mean no…..I mean I wasn't checking her out." "Sure, now if you could roll that tongue back into your mouth, I could put the thermometer under it." my mom remarked I felt my face getting red as Cathy was giggling while she looked around my room. "I will see you Wednesday morning Scotty…… Mrs. McCormick, I need to take off to sign up for my collage classes now. We can talk later, if we need too." Cathy said. "Thanks for stopping by Cathy, and please call me Jeanne." "Adios Scotty." Cathy said as she left. When I heard the front door close behind her, I said "Mom, why did you invite Cathy over so early. I'm still in my diaper, and the last thing I want her to find out…..Mom, did you already tell her that I wear diapers?" "No baby, I was going to leave that up to you." "How am I going to get ready for bed Wednesday night without her finding out?" "You can always say goodnight, come to your room, and put them on yourself sweetheart." "Yeah, I guess I wasn't thinking. How's my temperature mom?" "It's down, but not enough for you to mess around today. I want you on that couch watching TV, understand." "Yeah." "Let's get you changed. What do you want to wear today?" "Pull-ups." "Which ones?" she asked as she went thru my dresser. "Surprise me." I had my plastic pants down, and my diaper off when she came back to my bed with the pull-ups "Pretty soon you won't be able to wear these anymore, but you will always be my little baby." "Aw mom." "Ready for some breakfast?" "Steak and eggs?" "In your dreams kid, cereal and milk." After I had breakfast, I lay down on the couch and watched TV. My mom was busy putting things away in our new apartment. I felt so guilty just laying there. "Mom, I'm bored. Can I help?" "No, I want you in tip top condition Wednesday when Cathy is here. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Cathy was a swim instructor at a school. Maybe she can teach you how to swim better." "I swim okay now that Mrs. Santos taught me last summer." "You could still us some improvement Scotty. Dog paddling is not what you call swimming." When it was lunchtime, my mommy made soup and sandwiches for us. After dinner, my mom surprised me with a warm bath then we watched the movie Daddy Day Care. My mom exchanged my pull-ups for a double diaper. Mom said my temp was near normal that night. When I woke up on Tuesday morning, I felt weird. I didn't know what it was until I rolled over onto my back and felt it squish up into my butt crack. When my mom came in, she knew what had happened by the smell. I was so embarrassed, but she led me to the bathroom and cleaned me up. She didn't ask me what I wanted to wear that day, she just put one of my bed wetter diapers on me and then a pair of plastic pants. I was confined to the couch most of the day watching cartoons while I still had a slight temp. By the time dinner rolled around, all the cardboard boxes were in the trash, and we were in our new apartment. As we sat done on the couch for dinner that night, my mom gave me the rules when Cathy was there. "When Cathy is here tomorrow, I want you to behave, and do everything she tells you to do. Don't argue with her. Try and be helpful because she is baby-sitting you for a lot less pay then I paid Mrs. Santos. Cathy also mentioned that she might be baby-sitting another child while she watches you Scotty. You can go to her apartment as long as she is there. Her apartment and Bill's are safe houses, remember what I told you about safe houses?" "Yeah, if I need help immediately I go to a safe house." I said. "Bill usually works nights, so he might be home during the daytime, and if you can't get to a safe house when you need one, what do you do?" "Yell fire as loud as I can, over and over." I replied. "You learn well." "I know, I was taught by the best teacher I know." I said as I looked into my mom's eyes. My mom started blushing until I said "Miss. Sweeney, my first grade teacher." My mom hit me upside my head with the pillow that I was using on the couch. "Get your butt in on your bed so I can get you ready for bed." my mom said then smiled. I grabbed my pillow and went to my room. "Baby, get one of the extra large towels and spread it on your bed." "Are you going to give me a massage tonight?" I yelled back. "Yes, I thought you might like one after all this moving we did." "I will." I said as I took out a towel out of the hall closet and spread it on my bed, then I took out two cloth diapers out of my dresser drawer then laid them on the bed. My mommy helped me get undressed and then she put all my clothes in the clothes hamper, except the plastic pants. I lay down on my bed on my stomach as she sat down on the bed beside me. "Warm baby lotion?" I asked her. "Of course, nothing but the best for my kid. Got to take your temp again, too." I laid my head down on my pillow and opened my mouth, then I felt the thermometer being inserted into my rear end. "MOM!" "Miss. Sweeney the best teacher you ever had huh?" "I was just pulling your leg mom!" "I know, but I just wanted to talk to you." "About what?" I asked as she started massaging the warm baby lotion into my shoulders. "Wanted to thank you for all your help this last week. I know that you didn't want to move and leave all your friends behind, but you never complained once." "Think Mrs. Santa Clause might be able to get me a game boy this Christmas? I don't even care if it is used." "I'll talk to her personally about that baby." Mom worked her way down my back to my rear, then down my legs with the warm lotion. When she was done, she took the thermometer out and read the temp. "Ninety-nine point eight degrees, you should be back to normal by morning." I turned onto my back as she slipped the diapers under my rear. "I sure hope that Cathy baby sitting you works out sweetheart." she said as she massaged warm baby lotion on my chest. "Do you think I might get any modeling jobs or commercials before school starts, I really don't care what they are." "I still have you listed with the Freedman agency, and you know where your portfolios are,." 'Yeah, in the right hand drawer of the desk." Mom was working on my front diaper area when she said "Looks like someone is anxious to get his diaper on." She finished my massage when I asked "What time do you leave in the morning mom?" "Early. Why?" "I just wanted to say goodbye tomorrow morning before you left, that's all." "Tell you what. I'll stick my head in and see if you are awake, okay?" She asked as she finished pulling the plastic pants up over my diaper. She tucked me into bed, gave me a kiss, and then gathered up the lotion and the towels as she headed towards the door. I'll see you tomorrow baby." she said as she turned off the light. "MOM" "Yes Scotty?" "I love you." "I love you too baby. Sweet dreams." I turned onto my stomach and laid there. I got to thinking about Matt, Kyle, and Mrs Santos and started crying softly. It had been such a scary and sometimes good week. My old friends were miles and miles away from me now. I wondered what was Cathy like? Was she strict, or did she like to have fun? I could no longer ride my bike down to my mom's work anymore like I use to, especially when I needed to talk to her. Her work was a lot further away from our new apartment now. And now that Matt and Kyle lived so far away, who was going to restrain me from tearing up the world like Matt use to do when I lost my temper. Who was going to sit and listen to me when I felt like talking like Kyle use to do? And Mrs. Santos, she was like a grandmother to me. I missed all of them so much now, and I was so scared. I buried my face in my pillow and cried some more. END OF CHAPTER 1

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