Baby Fever - Epilogue

One Week Later

“Oh Naomi!” Isaac laughed.

Naomi looked up at her Daddy and grinned cheekily. She was squatting down in the middle of the bedroom wearing nothing but her sopping wet overnight nappy. She let out a cute grunt, and something dropped into the seat of her diaper, making it droop heavily between her legs.

Isaac shook his head, smiling. “What a messy girl!” he cooed, as his girlfriend-turned-baby scrunched up her face into a silly pout and grunted again, filling her britches with another yucky load. “Are you making your morning messies?”

Naomi straightened up with a big, dumb smile on her face when she was finished pooping her pants, and Isaac held out his arms for a cuddle. She squealed with pleasure at the invitation and hurriedly toddled into his embrace, pressing her bare chest against him eagerly and allowing him to scoop her up effortlessly into his arms.

“What a stinky baby!” Isaac said, planting a kiss on Naomi’s cheek.

Naomi gurgled happily.

“You couldn’t use your potty?” he teased, bouncing her a little in his arms.

Naomi giggled and shook her head, sending her dark pigtails flapping around her face. “Need nappy!” she declared, proudly.

Isaac chuckled and held her tightly. She was a bit stinky, but it didn’t bother him. Her warm, nearly naked body felt delightful snuggled up against him. “Miss Brenda says you’re the best cuddler in your class,” he said, tapping her on the nose. “Always running up to give her big hugs!”

“Wuv cuddles,” said Naomi, nodding seriously.

Isaac laughed and held her closer to him so she could rest her head on his shoulder and slip her thumb into her mouth.

“Daddy loves cuddles too,” said Isaac. “And Daddy loves you, baby girl.”

“Wuv Dada!” Naomi prattled around her thumb.

Isaac rocked her gently in his arms, utterly content. Naomi’s sense of shame and modesty was gone forever, along with all her adult thoughts. It wasn’t easy taking care of a twenty-something-year-old toddler; she threw tantrums and made a mess with her food, and he swore her diapers always needed changing when he checked – although Naomi didn’t care one bit for the state of her Pampers, and was perfectly content to waddle around in full pants all day if he let her. But he knew he’d made the best decision of his life giving her a booster for the virus. She fit in so much better at her daycare now. She was thrilled to wear whatever clothes he dressed her in, and if he decided to put her in nothing but her nappy, or even nothing at all, then she was thrilled about that too.

He stroked Naomi’s back softly with his fingers, feeling blessed. He’d noticed a new girl had been brought to HappyDays Daycare recently, seen the way the snooty young woman had argued with her boyfriend and Miss Brenda as she was dropped off, pointing at Naomi and declaring that she didn’t belong with a bunch of “drooling, diaper-filling rugrats like her”. Like Naomi had once done, back when she could still talk in full sentences, she’d complained about how she “barely had any symptoms at all”, and even suggested that sending women with all their mental faculties to daycare was “part of some big conspiracy to infantilise women”. But he’d been happy to have a word with the woman’s boyfriend afterwards, and point him in the direction of an excellent hospital where certain members of the staff might just be happy to pass him a very special syringe under the table. Isaac smiled to himself, thinking that Naomi might well be having the woman round for a playdate in the not-so-distant future, and her angry, arrogant face would be blissfully blank as she lay down next to Naomi and he changed their nappies side by side. Just another Baby Fever girl.

He patted Naomi’s crinkly bottom and carried her over to the changing table that stood in the corner. “Time to get your messy bottom clean, little one,” he cooed. “Then it’s off to daycare for a full day of fun and games! Aren’t you a lucky girl?”

The End