Diaper Mommy Novels & Stories

They stopped screaming as the teats filled when the bottles rose to the correct angle. "I know, me too. Remember when we used to complain that they were taking too long to come?" Damon asked as he gathered the third load of diapers the babies had filled that morning along with their second change of clothes and the empty bottles that had built into a pile in the corner of the couch. "Remember when we used to wear clothes? Clothes that you could go outside in" he muttered miserably as he looked at his mate, sitting in the chair in the same pajamas he had been wearing for the last two days.

I sputter quietly. "I would recommend getting one," she advises. "Diapers are a lot cheaper there, and if it's a boy, the only diapers that hold Theo overnight are the Sam's Club brand." "Oh. Okay." I don't know how else to respond. Not only am I in disbelief, but I'm so appreciative of the information part of me wants to keep asking questions. Quincy is the only mom I know, and she was never pregnant with Chance. He's her biological nephew, and she didn't get custody of him until he was two months old. The time frame before that is just as lost on her as it is on me.

I'm immediately on guard, wondering what has her so upset. Mari, however, stays calm. "Theo pooped mom! He pooped! And it stinks! You need to change him," she demands. "Why don't you change him?" she teases back. Myra crinkles up her little nose in disgust. "Ew, Mom. I don't know how to change a diaper." "Hmm. Maybe it's time you learned how," Mari suggests. "Mooom. Come on," Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion.

he murmured, his deep voice grounding me. I winced as I shifted, the ache reminding me that I wasn’t fully healed. He leaned closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “I’ll help you,” he said softly, his eyes locking with mine. I nodded, grateful despite the embarrassment that bubbled in my chest. The postpartum diaper was… humiliating. And yet, Andrew handled it without a shred of discomfort. He lifted the sides, adjusted it carefully, making sure I was comfortable, and even though I was mortified, I couldn’t help the flicker of affection in my chest.

"I can't remember which unit I went into last night because I was drunk. And I also didn't see the guy's face because it was dark inside his unit." "Oh my goodness! What a beautiful fool!" Jana couldn't help but blurt out upon hearing what I said. "What will you do now if you suddenly get pregnant? Who will you introduce as the father of your child? Don't tell me you'll introduce me as the baby's daddy. I'll really strangle you to death, Alice. My looks are not for being a daddy, but for being a mommy, okay?"

“I can't afford any of this and what little money I have is back at the pack house. At least, I am assuming that my belongings are still there.” “I told you that your stuff is still there. As for paying, don't worry about it. I repeat, what size diaper does Gemma wear?” When she still just stands there gawking at him, he moves over to the baby. He shifts her clothing around until he can see the diaper underneath. “Size two. Alright.” Liam walks over to grab a large box of size two diapers. He places it on the rack at the bottom of the cart, then he guickly moves towards the infant clothing section. Greer has a hard time keeping up with him even though he is watching his steps to walk at a sl

"He is the owner of the fashion company Mommy is going to start working for. Which means..." "On Monday, DADDY AND MOMMY'S LOVE STORY WILL BEGIN... YAY..."

Mom requested. ****

"Oh, sweetheart, tonight is a little different. Your mommy is going to be on a very important TV show, and we should watch her." "But will we still watch our movie after?" Xander chimed in, his small hand tugging at David's sleeve. "Yes, buddy," David confirmed, ruffling Xander's hair affectionately. "As soon as Mommy finishes her TV talk, we'll start our movie night. I promise." "Will Mommy tell a story on TV?" Bella questioned, her face a picture of curiosity. David paused, considering how to explain it to his young children. "She'll talk about her life, sweetie. Things she's done, places she's been, kind of like when she tells you bedtime stories, but these will be stories about Mommy."