Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Tatum’s eyes were glassy when he looked back at me. “It fee-” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat to whisper, “It feels so good.”
Something about his expression and the hitch in his voice suggested that this was the first time he'd ever worn a diaper in his adult life. I was honored that he trusted me, and that I would be the only man to share the experience with him.
I reached up to run my fingers through his hair. “You are the most beautiful baby bear.”
He gave me a pretty smile until his lips dropped into a yawn. I needed to finish getting him ready so that he could rest again. I pulled on his sweatpants, which fit perfectly around his hips. They were snug enough that I could see the padding of his diaper beneath them, but he still had plenty of wiggle room.
I left his regular socks on, and rolled the fuzzy pair on top. Their red and black stripes matched his pants and red sweatshirt. He was so cute, I hated to cover him back up, but my mate was still cold, judging by the shivers rocking his body.
I laid down beside him once more, and Tatum snuggled into my side without hesitation. I smiled at the crinkling sound coming from his pants, and it widened when he nuzzled against me. I wrapped him in my arms, doubting life could get any better. But I knew with my baby bear by my side, it would.
Chapter Three
Tatum
I pried my eyes open, noting that I felt quite a bit better. For one, I hadn't been woken up by vomiting, so that was a plus. Even though my abdominal muscles were sore from getting sick so many times, my stomach didn't feel nearly as queasy. I felt so dumb for eating poisonous berries, and so grateful to Weldon for taking care of me.
Weldon. My heart rate spiked when I realized he was no longer in bed next to me. I sat up and peered into the bathroom he took me to earlier, but it was empty. Panic began to set in; not because I was alone in an unfamiliar place, but because the sweet man wasn't with me.
I barely knew him, but at the same time, I knew so much; he was kind, patient, gentle, and caring. He didn't get angry when I got sick or needed extra help. He only wanted to look after me. He gave warm hugs and gentle touches. My heart and body both ached to be near him. His absence is probably what woke me up, and definitely had me feeling out of sorts, so I decided to go find him.
I scooted to the edge of the bed, feeling a warm weight between my legs. All my thoughts had been on Weldon, and I nearly forgot about the diaper he put on me. I knew it was only because I was sick, and having trouble getting to the bathroom. I knew it was just for ease and necessity. But oh, how I wanted it to be so much more.
For years, I'd dreamed of having a special Daddy to take care of me. I envisioned him giving me baths, watching me play, and yes, dressing me in a diaper. But if Weldon knew of my desires, he surely never would have put it on me. If he knew where my mind went when he called me ‘baby bear’, the words would probably never cross his lips again.
As terrible as the poisoning felt, I was at least partially glad for it. Because even though I'd had these desires for so long, I was much too shy and nervous to pursue them. I couldn't imagine that someone shared my needs, or that they wouldn't either push me away in disgust or laugh me away in disbelief if I brought them up.
I sighed and stood up. Though my legs were wobbly, they supported my weight. I took a step, focusing on the gentle swing of the wet cotton between my thighs. I was surprised that I hadn't woken up from the urge to pee, but assumed I was just too sick. Or, more likely, I was too warm, secure, and safe in Weldon's arms to be bothered.
I knew I should go into the bathroom, remove the wet cloth, and clean myself up. But my feet carried me right past the restroom. Not only was the warmth comforting, I selfishly wanted Weldon to take care of me again. I wanted to feel his fingers graze against my skin, and to see the compassion sparkling in his gaze. But it was wrong to expect it of him when he didn't know what it meant to me. As much as it scared me, I had to tell him. But first, I had to find him.