“well, well,” I said with amusement dancing in my voice. “Tried to change yourself, did we? What happened to “I don’t need help like a baby’?”
Evan’s cheeks flamed red as he instinctively yanked the blanket over his waist. “I-uh-I didn’t want to bother you…”
I walked over to the cot, brushing the blanket aside with ease. “You didn’t bother me. But you did make a mess of this nappy. Look at this-crooked tapes, and you didn’t even wipe properly.
He groaned and turned his face into the pillow.
“Tsk tsk,” I teased as I opened the drawer beside the cot with dramatic flair, rummaging through its contents. Evan peeked between his fingers, dreading what was coming next.
“Aww, looks like someone’s only got their special nappies left,” I said sweetly holding up a bright pink diaper with matching socks.
“No-wait-can’t we use a plain white one?” Evan’s voice was barely more than a squeak.
I looked at Evan with a raised eyebrow. “After trying to sneak a change? Oh no. You’ve earned this.”
“You’re not getting out of this cot until you’re properly powdered and padded. And maybe next time you’ll remember who’s in charge of changes, little one”
Evan whimpered, heart pounding, caught somewhere between mortified and secretly comforted.
I unbuttoned his onesie and slid the fresh nappy under him, Evan could feel his cheeks burning. The softness of the padding, the overwhelming scent of baby powder, and the crinkling sound filled the adult baby nursery along with his silent shame. I then put on the bright pink socks to match the humiliating pinkness of Evan’s nappy.
I stepped back to admire my work. “All wrapped up like a pretty little princess. I should take a picture for your progress chart.”
“Please don’t,” he mumbled into his pillow, wishing it would swallow him whole.
With that, I lifted the cot rail with a click, sealing him in with his blush, his crinkle, and the soft humiliation of being the pinkest baby in the adult baby nursery.
Amy x