[On Hold][Milos Story] Part II A Summer in Montana -- (Author) kiri

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 2, 2021 at 11:54 PM
Content: Hi all,
as announced I would like to continue Milo's story. But because I've changed the narrative style a bit, the next section starts in this new thread.

Part I can be found here: click me

I hope you continue to like the story. As always, I am very happy about feedback, suggestions and criticism. Particularly helpful to me - also still as always - are comments on language, vocabulary, grammar, formatting and readability.

Almost as much, I'd love it if any of you comes up with backstories and side stories on any or all of the characters he or she is particularly interested in. Just open a new thread (tagged [Milo's story] if you like) and start writing.

Have fun!
kiri

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 2, 2021 at 11:55 PM
Content: Prelude - What has happened so far

Six days ago, 13-year-old Milo Moss moved with his mother Karen from Glendale, Michigan to Helena, Montana. Next Monday, Karen was to start at her new job at Oak Tech Analytics. Her boss Paul, who lives with his daughter not far from the Moss family's new home, invited them to a barbecue today to introduce them to the neighborhood. Because summer vacation was just around the corner, Karen has not yet enrolled her son in a new school. To ensure that he wouldn't have to spend the entire summer alone in an unfamiliar home anyway, Karen signed Milo up for "Happy Playgrounds" daycare instead. Because he is only 4 ft 5 and also weighs only 68lbs, Heather, the daycare worker in charge, could hardly believe Milo's true age. But even though he was actually a year and a week too old for it, the boy was warmly welcomed after all. Being a smart, humble and helpful child, the strawberry blond scout with deep emerald green eyes made friends almost immediately with all the other six children whose school year had already ended. Among them was also Rebecca, Paul's daughter. Even the guardians, Heather and Maya, were more than thrilled with him after just a few hours. All of a sudden, Milo no longer felt alone. Instead, he felt protected and loved. These feelings only grew stronger when Milo, due to his bedwetting, spent the very first afternoon at daycare in diapers and shortly thereafter was to be diapered for an entire week. Although embarrassed at first, Milo quickly became accustomed to his new underwear and even began to like it. Karen was anything but unhappy about being able to take care of her little boy again. She waited barely three days to buy numerous baby things for Milo and to add several outfits to his wardrobe and a piece or two of children's furniture to his bedroom. On Friday, Milo was kissed for the first time. It was Michael, a 14-month younger but a good 3 inches taller boy. Even though Milo didn't yet understand all his own feelings, he was very happy about it.

Chapter One – Pool Party

It was 4:01pm and the chiming of the doorbells had not yet stopped when an overjoyed little bumblebee yanked open the front door. "Hi Auntie Karen! Oh shucks, I've been wanting to play with Miley all day!" says Rebecca, who was already pulling the two new guests into the house before either of them could even respond. "I'm not greeted..." whined Milo, playfully offended. Immediately the girl turned around and looked apologetically. Rebecca was 8 and yet only 1.5 inches shorter than him. She hugged him fiercely, looked deep into his eyes and pressed her nose against his. "Hi Milo!" she chortled. "Hi Becs!" he returned, chuckling. Karen lifted Rebecca up and gave her a warm hug. Immediately, the girl returned the hug fervently. Like a little monkey, she clung to Karen and rested her head on her shoulder. "What's in the bag, Auntie Karen?" she asked, pointing to the cute koala bears waving on the mint green nylon fabric. "That's Milo's diaper bag, sweetie! You know, in case he has an accident!" answered Karen. "Mommy!" squealed Milo, red with embarrassment.

Karen looked with a strange mixture of compassion and incomprehension at her son, who only minutes before had made sure she didn't forget his pacifier. "I guess I'd better take it off you then..." laughed Paul, who at that moment turned from the living room into the hallway. He slipped the strap off her shoulder and placed the bag on a small sideboard opposite the wardrobe. Immediately after, he turned back around and since Karen was still carrying his daughter in her arms, he picked up Milo. The boy held onto him and giggled as Paul patted his rustling bottom. "Hi you two!" laughed Paul. Karen gave him a grinning nod of greeting and lovingly kissed Rebecca's forehead. "Hi Uncle Paul! Thanks so much for having us!" mumbled Milo with his face snuggled close to the man's shoulder. Laughing, Paul carried Milo across the living room to the garden. Karen followed the two of them.

"Wow, you guys have a swimming pool. So cool!" shouted Milo with joy. He looked around in amazement as he was carried. "Can we swim in it?" he asked excitedly. "Whenever you want, sweetie!" cooed Paul, finally putting the boy back down. Karen placed Rebecca next to him. A small group waited on the lawn. "Everyone, say hello to Milo and Karen!" said Paul and then explained: "Karen is brilliant and she will be taking over the Numerical Filters Division at our office, starting Monday. She already had an idea that could revolutionize our business... And Milo here is even a whole new level of brilliant. I'm sure he'll be running the show in less than 10 years..." Milo chuckled in flattery while sheepishly scratching the back of his head. All the adults looked at him fondly and impressed.

Between the adults stood two boys. One was about Rebecca's age and the same height as Milo. The other was maybe 3 or 4 years old. Again Rebecca gushed: "These are my Aunt Agnes, my Uncle Phillip, and my cousin Timmy. They live in the house next to you." Karen remembered that the young family had waved to them from the garden next door the day they arrived. "Oh! We were going to say hello to you tomorrow." Karen laughed and indeed she planned to introduce herself and Milo to at least their immediate neighbors on Sunday." Same here!" laughed Phillip. Agnes, obviously being ashamed that she hadn't managed to stop by yet, nodded in agreement and went on to explain: "We even got a fruit basket earlier..." Paul rubbed his nervous sister's back and teased: "I've always been one step ahead of you, sis." Everyone laughed.

The little boy looked in amazement at the cuddly toy in Milo's arm while his parents waved. "Timmy, Milo is so cool! And this is Toothless!" cackled Rebecca, kissing Milo on the cheek and patting the plush dragon's head. The girl pointed to the other family and said: "And that's Nate, I mean Nathan, and his parents! They live back there." "Melissa and Mitchel!" laughed the friendly woman. She and her husband both extended their hands to Karen and waved at Milo. He smiled back and in turn wanted to shake hands with Nathan. But the unfamiliar boy just stared at him dismissively, didn't say a word and turned away. Because the adults were already chatting chirpily, no one else seemed to notice. Nate trudged down the small hill to a blanket spread out on the lawn. On it wauted numerous toys with which the children had apparently played until recently. Rebecca trailed after Nate. Just as Milo was about to follow too, Timmy grabbed his T-shirt and held him. "Can Toothless spit fire?" the little boy asked, apparently unable to take his eyes off the cuddly toy. Milo chuckled, handed Tim his stuffed animal and began to explain: "Yes. And he can fly and..."

The adults watched in awe at how quickly the two boys were making friends. "Is Milo still peeing his pants?" asked Melissa Karen in a whisper, pointing to the boy's obviously padded bottom, over which the jean shorts stretched slightly. Any doubt as to what might have caused this was dispelled by the white and green plastic rim that stuck out at the top. Karen giggled and pondered for a moment. "Yes and no, I guess." she explained. Suddenly, the other adults standing near her perked up as well and looked at Karen with interest. She took a breath and continued: "Actually, he's potty trained during the day. It's only at night that he still has some difficulties. But the Pampers he wears now are because it's a policy at the daycare I signed him up for over the summer..."

Melissa interrupted: "Happy Playgrounds? That's where Nate goes again for summer vacation, too." "So is our Timmy!" chimed in Agnes. "They're great, aren't they?" asked Melissa and everyone looked back at Milo's mom. Karen nodded and continued talking: "Yes, they are. So, he had a little accident on his first nap. And another one during the day on the second afternoon. And, by the book, he's now wearing 'protection' for a week... But honestly, if I had known how well they still fit him and how much laundry they would have spared me, I'd have put him back in Pampers months ago. For nighttime, I think we'll stick with them for a while..." Paul chuckled and nodded understandingly. "But even during the day... well... it's kind of nice to have my little boy back for a little while..." explained Karen even further, herself wondering how quickly she was opening up to the others. Now Melissa and Agnes nodded as well.

"... and that's why Toothless is the best magic dragon in the world." Milo chortled happily and let his cuddly toy fly towards Tim. The little one's eyes sparkled and he held out his arms to offer Milo's cuddly toy a place to land. All the parents' eyes now looked downright enchanted at the two boys playing peacefully. Wondering at the silence around them, the two who until then had been completely absorbed in their play, looked up. Karen walked up to her son and proudly patted him on the shoulder before ruffling through his hair. Milo giggled and tilted his head to be patted a little longer. Just at that moment, Karen knelt down to him. Before he could escape, she unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down to the back of his knees. "Mommy!" squealed Milo in shock, turning bright red. But as soon as Karen tenderly patted his uncovered Pampers from underneath and he heard the rustling and saw nothing but loving looks from the adults, his heartbeat slowed again. "Still fresh as a daisy!" praised Karen, tapping her son lovingly on the nose. He rolled his eyes and pushed his lower lip forward. "Well, will you stop fussing and let Mommy check your Pampers? Or do you need your binky, honey bunny?" she continued to ask. Milo didn't answer right away. He seemed to be weighing his options. Finally, he shook his head, grinned sheepishly, and stopped resisting.

"Oh my God, he looks so adorable!" squealed Agnes. At the same moment she slapped her hand over her mouth because she clearly didn't want to say it out loud. Nevertheless, all the adults nodded in agreement. Karen too. She kissed Milo's cheek, gave the Pampers between his legs an examining squeeze and chortled: "Plus, it's great not to have to worry about an accident while being out or in the car..." "Hey!", Milo now complained again slightly offended, but the adults were already nodding in agreement yet again. Karen tickled over his bare thighs and buttoned his jeans shorts again. Milo rolled his eyes and sighed to Tim, "Parents are weird, huh?" "Uh-huh!" laughed the boy and the two trotted a few feet away onto the grass. They sat down and Tim, still cuddling Toothless in love, let the dragon fly himself this time.

Shortly after he sat down and the grass tickled his bare calves, Milo heard Nate and Rebecca arguing. They were standing next to the pool and the boy was pulling a small box that Rebecca held tightly in her hands. She clearly didn't want to hand it over. "Let go!" he nagged. "No! That's mine! You gave it to me!" replied Rebecca. Nathan pulled harder and began to twist the object until Rebecca's arms could bend no more. "Ouch, you're hurting me! Nate!" she whined. Milo jumped up and ran to them. He rustled with each step. "Guys! Don't fight!" he shouted. Nathan stared at Milo with angry eyes. He looked back at Melissa and finally snatched the box out of her hands. Milo, who still had no idea what he might have done to the strange boy, stood between the two children with his hands held in the air. He looked worriedly at Rebecca, who was sniffling and rubbing her fingers. "Come on buddy, hurting someone is not cool!" said Milo in an effort to be friendly, but Nathan wouldn't listen to anything Milo said. He made a rude gesture and held his nose as if Milo was smelling bad.

"Mind your own business, potty-pants!" hissed Nate. He gave Milo a strong shove against his shoulders. Milo lost balance and fell into the pool with a loud splash. "Whoa!" he shouted in surprise before his body touched the water. "What are you doing! You meanie! You mean meanie!" sobbed Rebecca. "Why don't you go to your diaper boy, you crybaby!" shouted Nate. Tears welled up in his eyes before he gave the girl a shove as well and ran off. Rebecca let out a shrill scream before landing in the water. She didn’t resurface and flailed her arms wildly. At that moment Milo realized two things. One, Nate obviously saw him as a competitor and two, Rebecca couldn't swim yet.

With two movements of his arms he was by her side, holding her head safely above water. "Help!" snorted Rebecca the moment she was back at the surface. "Don't be afraid, I've got you, Becs!" Milo calmed her and Rebecca realized she was safe. She clung tightly to her rescuer, who brought them both to the edge of the pool without any difficulty. The moment Milo was about to turn Rebecca toward the ladder, Paul lifted both children out of the water at the same time and stood them on the granite tiles. Their dripping wet clothes hung heavily on their bodies. Only now did the girl let go of Milo. "You okay?" Milo asked her immediately. "Uh-huh!" replied Rebecca, nodding and giving him a peck on the cheek.

All the adults were standing around the pool. "What happened?" asked Karen, clearly concerned. Milo and Rebecca looked up at them in surprise. While Milo was already grinning again and making a calming gesture with his hands, Rebecca gushed: "Nate took my elf game away and hurt me. And when Milo came, he pushed him and then me into the water. And he called us really mean names. And then Milo saved me." Bright red and obviously embarrassed, Claire replies: "Oh no. I'm so sorry about that. Paul, Karen, Milo, Becs. I don't know what was wrong with him. But, oh boy, he is in for some trouble. "Without another word, the obviously angry and disappointed mother went after her son. Mitchel just shrugged his shoulders apologetically and ran after his wife. Just at that moment, a mysterious but warm hand began to free Milo from his soaking wet clothes. It was Agnes, Rebecca's aunt, who had already fetched two large towels from the house. Seconds later Milo was standing in front of the adults in nothing but his diaper, which was dripping beyond its capacity through no fault of his own. The absorbent padding hung heavily in his crotch, challenging the strength of the Velcro tapes. Karen's eyes were filled with love and pride and all the other adults were smiling at the boy as well. Milo was surprised that he didn't feel ashamed. But after all, Rebecca, who was now cuddling up to him again, hardly looked any different from him in her pink Pull-Up she wore for the very same reason as the boy.

Not even three minutes after Paul had lifted the two children out of the pool, they were wrapped in thick, fluffy towels. Rebecca was still cuddling close to him again when Milo impishly scratched the back of his head and turned to Agnes. "Thank you!" he said cheerfully. "No! Thank you for saving our cookie! You know, Becs can't swim well yet." Agnes responded. Just then Paul lifted Milo up and hugged him close. "Yes, thank you for saving my baby, Mr. Moss!" he said. Milo chuckled: "Anytime, Uncle Paul. A scout is always prepared!" He wrapped his arms around Paul's neck. The loving man's big warm hand pressed Milo's soaking wet Pampers against his bottom to support the weight of the child. Chlorinated water sloshed out of the boy's no longer absorbent underwear and dripped onto the sun-warmed stones. "Oh. I think someone wet his diaper!" giggled Paul. "Hey. It wasn't my fault!" squealed Milo, who only now understood that Rebecca's father had been joking with him. Paul grinned and gave Milo a big, grateful smooch on the cheek.

"Oh dear. I guess we'd better hurry home so I can put some dry clothes on Milo and get his tushie in a fresh Pampers." Karen almost sang. Rebecca snuggled close to Milo's mother and looked at her with puppy dog eyes. "Aw why? You brought his diaper bag, didn't you? I'd be happy to lend Milo some of my clothes." she said, almost in a begging voice and continued "And then you can help me change, too. And I'd love to play with Miley! Please! Pretty please!" Milo giggled, gave Paul a peck on the cheek and replied even before his mother: "That's nice of you, Becs." Paul smiled and handed him to Karen, who already held out her arms to embrace her very own lifeguard hero. "Come on! I'll show you to my room!" shouted Rebecca, running into the house.

When she reached Rebecca's bedroom with Milo still on her arm, Karen laughed in amazement. Although she knew that the girl only wore real Pampers at bedtime anymore, the exact same changing table that Karen had had set up for Milo in his room only yesterday was standing on the wall to the girl’s bathroom. Even the changing pad and the polar bear diaper pail were exactly the same as the ones they had at home. Yet before Karen had laid Milo down, Rebecca already had her own soaking wet Pull-Up disappear with a clack in the polar bear, put on a new one, and had slipped into a cute cornflower blue summer dress. Karen's heart skipped a beat, because she couldn't help but think about the leotard she had bought for Milo in the hope that he would sign up for dance class. Rebecca fetched a second cream-colored summer dress, printed all over with flowers, from her closet and draped it over the back of a chair next to her changing table.

Only now did Karen gently lay Milo on the changing surface, free him from the damp towel, and remove his wet diaper. "Oh how nice! Becs has an infrared lamp, just like at daycare. We need that too, honey bunny!" said Karen in delight as she excitedly flipped the switch. Milo enjoyed the warm light on his naked body while Karen dug a fresh Pampers Swaddlers Overnight out of his diaper bag. "Can I help change Miley?" asked Rebecca almost squealing with excitement, already holding a package of her own baby wipes and a powder bottle in her hands. "Hey!" yelped Milo, who until just now had completely forgotten that he and his mother weren't alone. But when he tried to sit up and protest, Karen held him back with a hand on his chest. She tenderly but rigidly put his 'Sofia the First'-pacifier, which was attached to the chain, into his mouth. With her index finger on the pacifier, she looked deep into his eyes. Knowing that resistance was futile, Milo began to suck and surrendered to his fate. "Sure, cutie. What do you say we share the work? I'll wipe Miley clean and you powder her?" crooned Karen. "Yay!" shouted Rebecca, beaming all over as Karen lifted Milo up by his ankles right after that.

Three minutes later, Karen returned to the garden with a picture-perfect little girl on each hand. His pacifier was still bobbing merrily up and down in Milo's mouth. The children's drenched clothes were already hanging carefully on a rack in the sun. Next to them were both their sneakers, which someone had already stuffed with newspaper. Apart from the dress, Rebecca had also lent Milo a pair of pink summer sandals, which completed his outfit perfectly. "Oh my god! You two are gorgeous!" yelled Agnes. She was over the moon at the sight of Milo. "Hello ladies!" laughed Paul, holding out his arms in anticipation. His daughter immediately hopped over to him and affectionately cuddled him. "Well, pumpkin, are you dry and fresh again?" Rebecca nodded and, as if to prove it, lifted her dress. Paul chuckled and patted her lovingly on her pink Pull-Up.

"And you sweetie, did your mommy freshen you up too?" asked Paul, glancing at Milo. "I helped to change Miley's diaper!" shouted Rebecca proudly. Paul, Philip and Agnes looked back and forth between Rebecca, Karen and Milo in amazement. Karen nodded affirmatively, but the boy turned bright red and looked down at the ground. To prompt him into answering himself, his mother gave him an affectionate pat. Because the dress almost didn't muffle it, the fresh Pampers around his bottom now rustled much louder than before. "Uh-huh!" mumbled Milo through his pacifier. "Oh come on, honey bunny. Don't be embarrassed! Let's see your Pampers." Karen said even more affectionately, rubbing his back between his shoulder blades. Milo took a deep breath, stretched his back, and lifted the hem of the dress enough so that the view on the baby diaper around his bottom was no longer blocked. "Yes. Mommy changed my Pampers and Becs helped." Milo finally agreed crystal clear from behind his pacifier. Though his face was deep red and his eyes glazed over, he looked everyone straight in the face. "So cute!" squealed Agnes through her own hand in front of her mouth. Paul laughed, took Milo in his arms and said: "Good girl, Miley!"

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 3, 2021 at 1:33 PM
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pierrylouys said:

Good chapter ! Milo is just a sweet little guy!! I hope Nate gets punished
ps What Milo heigt ? I thought was 4 foot 5 but in this chapter you sai he is 5 foot 4 wich is normal height for a young adult

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Haha... That actually is a mix-up in the numbers. Usually I think and calculate in meters and kilograms...

So, if it's important to you, Milo is a little shy of 140cm and just slightly above 30kg... So he is 4 ft 5 and heights and weights 68lbs.

Hellcommander said:

Thanks for the chapter, looks like a villain-type is added to the story now.

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Oh come on, Nate is probably around 9. He is no arch-enemy-material. But he might play a role in the antagonist's 'creation'...

CodyBaby said:

Wow, that one starts nicely to follow the first parts, now I can't help but wonder what kind of punishment Nate will get, will we see him again before the end of this day, I feel like a meanie like him that treated them like diaper pants and pushed them in the pool should be punished according to his behaviour age...

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Whoa... you get the pitchforks ready pretty quickly too, huh? He's just a confused kid with an unfortunate crush. No reason for such severe punishments.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 3, 2021 at 5:49 PM
Content: Chapter Two – Making Friends 101

"What do we want to play? You want me to get my dolls? Will you have a tea party with me. Please, pretty-please Miley!" gushed Rebecca. Milo, who struggled to escape Paul's cuddly embrace, grinned at his playmate. "Why is Miley allowed to have a pacifier?" asked Tim his mother just then. He pushed his lower lip forward and pulled on his mother's pants. Agnes giggled and tickled her son's hair. "Because she's wearing a Pampers, honey! Do you want me to put your nighttime panties on you, too?" she asked.

She walked up to Milo and lifted his dress again. Lovingly, as probably every mother does, she patted his dry diaper twice. The second time she didn't take her hand back and pressed the crinkly absorbent pad against Milo's bottom. "You smell so nice and fresh, sweetie!" whispered Agnes. He giggled and moved his bottom slightly back and forth to rustle some more. Karen, Paul and Philipp laughed. Tim put his index finger on his lower lip and shook his head. "No! I'm a big boy!" replied Tim indignantly, running back to the blanket where he had been playing with Toothless until just now. Milo giggled even more, shrugged his shoulders, sucked twice more, and finally let Sofia dangle from the chain.

Because Agnes' warm hand was still resting on his bottom, he gently pushed her aside and turned to Rebecca. "I think we should go to Nate and make up." Milo explained gently. "Why would you do that! He's a stupid twerp!" the girl replied indignantly. "Language! Becky!" said Paul sternly. Whenever her father called her 'Becky', Rebecca knew she had done something wrong. And whenever she was called 'Rebecca Elizabeth Wilkens' she knew she was in big trouble. The girl looked apologetically at her father. "I know Nate hasn't been nice to you, pumpkin. But he's your friend, isn't he? Miley's right. You guys should really try to work it out." Paul explained. Milo nodded in agreement and smiled at the girl. "Fine!" sighed Rebecca, grabbing Milo's hand. When she had already pulled him a short distance across the lawn toward Nate's house, Paul called after them, "And Miley, tell Mitch it's his turn to flip the burgers today. Tell him not to dodge it."

Before Milo had pressed the doorbell button, which was under a colorful sign that read "The Fishers' Hut" Rebecca and he could hear voices inside the house. "No. She's stupid. She's a baby. I never want to play with her again!" sobbed Nate. The girl's eyes went dark and she stomped. "Oh! What a jerk!" gasped Rebecca, wanting to turn around on the spot and go back home. Milo held her gently and pointed to the closed door again. "Oh Becs. Why don't you listen? Nate sounds awfully sad. I don't think he means it." Milo explained to his barely smaller friend. Though it was not appropriate, the two eavesdropped for a moment longer. Nate was crying and sobbing audibly. "Why doesn't Becs like me anymore, dad?" he squeaked between sobs.

Rebecca rolled her eyes when Milo gave her his best 'I told you so'-look. But eventually she giggled, put Milo’s pacifier back into his mouth and gave him a gentle swat, as one would do with a naughty child. "Hey!" whined Milo, not entirely playfully offended. However, since this one was anything but harsh and his fresh Pampers always hugged his crotch and bottom so nicely when he got a swat, the boy grinned mischievously. He held his finger in front of the bronze button and looked questioningly at Rebecca. She nodded and Milo rang the bell. The house fell silent immediately. It took almost half a minute for anything to happen. "Oh, Rebecca! And... Milo? Is that you? Oh my gosh! You look cute!" said Melissa as she opened the door. When she realized who she was looking at, her voice became almost shrill with adoration. "Hello Miss Fisher." giggled Milo and "Hi Auntie Lissa!" chuckled Rebecca as well.

"Um... Hi. What can I do for you?" Melissa stuttered in puzzlement. She couldn't take her eyes off Milo. He just looked like a pretty little girl. Rebecca took a deep breath, but before she could start scolding, Milo took the pacifier out of his mouth and started talking, "Can we have a word with Nate? I think this was all kind of a little misunderstanding." Melissa was mesmerized. Milo's gaze was deep, honest, and kind. The boy smiled gently and his voice was as clear as a bell. Rebecca rolled her eyes again, but when she saw how his voice had an almost hypnotic effect on Melissa, she agreed to let Milo talk first.

"Oh, sure," Melissa began. But she was abruptly interrupted by Nate's yelping sobs, "No! I won't. I'm definitely not talking to that diaper boy! Never!" Nate was sitting hardly 10 feet from them, on the stairs around the corner, and had been listening. "Nathan Robert Fischer, watch your language! And get your butt to the door! Now! Or I'll spank it!" shouted Melissa almost angrily into the hallway. Stomping footsteps could be heard on the stairs. Apparently he was trying to escape upstairs. "Let go of me, Dad! Let go of me! I don't want to!" wailed Nate. In a voice not half as stern as Melissa's, Mitchel just laughed, "No back talk, buddy! You can't talk to mom like that! Never! You hear me?"

Just then, Mitchel turned from the stairs into the hallway. He had Nate draped over his shoulder like a rug. "Oh!" chortled Mitchel too, when he saw the kids at the door. "Hi Mr. Fischer!" laughed Milo, who could well imagine what the man was thinking. "Hi!" Mitchel now laughed as well. "Get out of here you dia... oh..." Nate was still grumbling while his father put him down in front of the door. To say Nate had been taken aback would be an understatement. He was literally speechless. His face was bright red. His swollen eyes left no doubt that he had bitterly cried until recently.

Rebecca, who had been snarling at Nate until seconds ago, looked back and forth between the Fischer family and Milo, giggling. Milo cleared his throat and said, "Becs told me you're her best friend." Rebecca hadn't said that to him, but Milo figured a little fib wouldn't do any harm this time. He continued speaking, "...and, whatever I did wrong, I don't want you to fight because of me. Quite the opposite. I don't know many kids here yet and I would be very happy to make a new friend. Wouldn't you like to come play with us again?"

"I... so... I... so Becs..." stammered Nate. Finally Rebecca took pity on him and hugged her friend. She giggled and pushed him toward Milo, who again held out his hand to Nathan. Nate's eyes scanned the boy from top to bottom. After a few seconds he shook Milo's hand. "Awesome! I'm pleased to meet you, Nate Bobby Fisher!" giggled Milo. Nate turned pink and stammered, "Hi, Milo!" Still giggling, Rebecca gave both boys a peck on the cheek and explained, "If he's wearing a dress or skirt, it's Miley." She gave him another playful swat.

Milo laughed, nodded, and did a little curtsy. "Oh my God!" squealed Melissa again. Milo looked to Nathan's parents. "Uncle Paul told me to tell you that it was your turn for burger duty today and 'don't dodge it'." He made quotation marks in the air with his fingers as he spoke the last words. Mitchel laughed and nodded. "Shall we go back over there? I'm hungry!" asked Milo cheerfully, gently placing Nate's hand in Rebecca's. They both looked at him in wonder but eventually nodded.

"Oh!" exclaimed Milo in surprise, when Melissa lifted him up at that moment and hugged him to her chest. Milo didn't even think of resisting. Instead, he enjoyed the hug and clung to her. Like his mother, Paul, or any other adult who had held him over the past few days, Melissa supported his weight with one hand under his bottom. Rustling sounded and immediately Milo felt protected and loved again. Because Rebecca had used way too much of it when she had helped diapering him, a fragrant cloud of powder emanated from Milo's special underwear. Melissa sniffed and hugged Milo even tighter, as if in a trance. Feeling the pacifier against her chest, which was still dangling from Milo's chain, she popped it into the boy's mouth. "Can I carry you over, baby bunny?" purred Melissa. Milo looked questioningly at Nate. The boy grinned, shrugged and turned back to Rebecca. "Okay!" chuckled Milo, resting his head on her shoulder.

5 minutes later, the small group arrives back in the garden of the Wilkens family. With a heavy heart but smiling happily, Melissa hands Milo to his mother. "Paul's right Karen, your kid is a peach!" Milo giggles sheepishly as he is passed from one mother to the other like a toddler. Glowing with pride, Karen nods and kisses his forehead, before finally setting him down in front of her. She gently places her hands on his chest so that his head peeks out from between her arms and he can't wander off. Nate hasn't made a sound since he saw the wet clothes on the rack and, worse, Paul's reproachful look. Mitchel cleared his throat and pulled his son close. "Don't you think you should say something, buster?"

Nathan looks down to the ground and mumbles, "I'm sorry!" "No, no, no. Not like that Mr.! Stand up straight and apologize properly!" said Melissa sternly. With glazed eyes, he looked to his mother, but she knew no mercy. Nathan took a deep breath and looked directly into Paul's face. Little tears rolled down his cheeks and the boy tried everything to pull himself together. "I'm sorry I crashed your party, Uncle Paul." he stammered, brittle but clearly audible. Paul's gaze softens considerably. He smiles at Nathan and replies, "Oh kiddo... You didn't crash the party. But you did push Milo and Becs into the water. Becs can't swim well yet. That was really dangerous, you know?"

Nathan nodded, unable to stop his tears now. Full of pity Paul now hugged him. "I'm sorry! I'll never do it again! I promise!" squeaked Nathan. Melissa, who still was not satisfied, said, "Don't tell Paul that! Tell Becs and Milo!" The boy detached himself from Paul and trotted over to the other kids with his head hanging in shame. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to put you guys in danger." Rebecca and Milo, both having a hard time bearing to see anyone cry, immediately hugged their offender. "Water under the bridge, buddy! I was going to swim anyway. But I'd probably have taken my clothes off first." Milo chuckled. Everyone laughed.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 3, 2021 at 5:54 PM
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Fiammaverde said:

Stuffing newspaper inside soaked sneakers (I guess to prevent them from deforming when they dry up) is new to me: smart idea, but, double thinking it, I would be afraid to stain the inside of the shoes with the ink migrating from the newspaper.

Is that something common in Germany, or does It instead come from your anthropological studies on Montana’s habits?

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No, you do that so that the shoes dry faster. Especially when they are completely soaked. And if you don't use freshly printed newspaper for this, it shouldn't stain either. I didn't think that was something out of the ordinary. I've seen this in France, Poland or Japan as well...

But if you ask it that way, I have no idea if newspapers in Montana are printed with low-quality ink maybe...

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 3, 2021 at 7:33 PM
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Hellcommander said:

Thanks for the chapter.

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No problem! I had fun writing!

But I just saw that I selected the wrong text block from Word at the end. I left out 3 paragraphs

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 4, 2021 at 3:22 PM
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CodyBaby said:

[...] it was somewhat alright [...]

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Uhm. Flattering.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 4, 2021 at 3:24 PM
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Fiammaverde said:

“Be yourself, no matter what they say,” says the Englishman in Montana.
(I love how sax is played in that song).

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Oh my, now I feel bad that it's the Theremin-Edition.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 5, 2021 at 2:30 AM
Content: Chapter Three – First Times

"Whoa!" gasped Milo in surprise as he felt a warm soft hand grabbing his crotch from behind and gently but firmly pushed his legs apart a little. "But then Becs wouldn't have lent you one of her dresses and it wouldn't have been so nice and easy to check your Pampers, baby," Karen chortled happily. "Right!" giggled Rebecca nodding happily and almost squealed, "And now we can play with Miley." Milo was so surprised by this kind of diaper control that his bladder gave way. It hissed softly as the hot liquid made its way. The whole time Karen giggled and pressed the absorbent pad against his bottom. When the stream finally stopped, Karen patted it again and lifted him away from his friends. "Well, did you have a little accident, baby?" asked Karen gently, lifting his dress again to assess the extent of it. "Uh-huh.", Milo muttered. He wasn't embarrassed nor even uncomfortable to be babied by his mother like that. Not at all. "So it's a good thing your mommy put some Pampers on you then, huh sweetie?" purred Melissa. "Uh-huh!" mumbled Milo again. "Well, these will last a while longer, won't they Miley?" asked Karen. She tickled over his bare thighs. He cackled and nodded. "Yay! Then we can play!" shouted Rebecca and immediately pulled both older boys away from the adults to the blanket. She glanced over her shoulder again and gleefully exclaimed, "Don't worry, Auntie Karen! I'll tell you when Miley needs a fresh Pampers."

While the men took care of the grill and the hamburgers, the mothers sat down on the comfortable armchairs under the awning. They toasted with a well-chilled orange juice in champagne flutes. "Milo is a unique kid. It barely took him two sentences to put Nate at ease and make friends with him." Melissa explained and continued, "Although his outfit certainly played a part in that." Karen, Agnes and Melissa chuckled and looked to the kids. "Yeah, that dress is really cute." Karen gushed. "It is.", Agnes agreed and asked, "But does he wear girl's clothes more often?" Karen shook her head. "No, not really. But Heather and Maya from daycare encourage him and all the other kids to try out everything. So I bought him two shortalls that transform into little dresses. I think he likes wearing them." she explained. "Either way, he'd be a gorgeous girl!" chortles Agnes. "Yep. Michael thinks so too!" giggled Karen. "Who is Michael?" asked Agnes. "I think his first boyfriend." Karen replied. All three women adored Milo from a distance. "Mommy! I'm hungry!" squealed Tim, who had appeared out of nowhere next to his mother. "No problem, sweetheart. We'll fix that in a minute." She took her son by the hand and disappeared with him through the huge, open sliding glass door into the living room. While this didn't seem strange at all to Melissa, it took a moment for the penny to drop for Karen. Agnes went to breastfeed Tim.

"Hey Becs! That was the third time! Stop checking my diaper!" whined Milo, who had bent over the girl’s lap to grab another game. She rubbed his back and grinned to Nate. The kids sat a good 60 feet away from the adults. Nate grinned back and prepared the game board for 'Chutes and Ladders'. Although Milo liked the feelings and emotions it evoked in him whenever his warm, squishy diaper was pressed against his bottom or into his crotch, his little friend's enthusiasm made him uncomfortable. "Oh shush, Miley! Becs just doesn't want you to catch a rash." Nate giggled. That was actually the first complete sentence the boy had said to him. Milo was so surprised by this he blushed. Nate apparently no longer saw him as a competitor for Rebecca's favor, but, like everyone else, as a little girl. Milo didn't quite know how he felt about that. "Correct!" Rebecca giggled and rubbed her hand through Milo’s crotch once more. She giggled even more since his special underwear was still emitting fragrant powder. "Hey!" Milo wanted to complain again, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Nathan put his pacifier between his lips. Rebecca nodded appreciatively to Nate and stroked Milo's cheek. It was as if the three of them were playing house without Milo being told about it first. And as so often in recent days, the pacifier worked its magic on the baby almost immediately.

Just as a happy Tim hopped across the lawn to them three minutes later, the game board was ready to go. The little guy sat down cross-legged with the others and they began to play. "Would you like something to drink?" asked Paul after almost an hour, placing a tray in the grass beside the children. On it were three glasses and a baby bottle full of currant juice. "I don't want a bottle! I'm a big boy!" protested Tim immediately. "I know you are, buddy!" chortled Paul and explained, "The bottle is for our little Miley here. Everyone who needs a pacifier during the day drinks from the bottle, you know?" Again, Milo went bright red. Paul had never treated him so obviously like a toddler before. Tim, however, nodded, grabbed one of the glasses and drank it almost halfway empty in one go. "Thanks, Daddy!" chortled Rebecca. She handed Nate a glass and took the last one.

Milo looked at Paul with big questioning eyes. "Would you like some help, sweet pea?" Paul completely misinterpreted Milo's look and knelt down to the blanket with the children. "No, Uncle Paul!" Milo mumbled sheepishly and reluctantly took the bottle from the tray. "All right! How are your diapers, girls?" Paul asked again but didn't wait for an answer. He lifted Milo up and turned him around in mid-air so that the dress slid down to his chest. "Hey!" squealed Milo, laughing because he felt like he could fly. The kid stretched his hands to the ground and giggled even more as Paul held his ankles with one hand so he could do a bolt upright handstand. Rebecca's father took a checking look at Milo's diaper and patted it down. Finally, he gently and carefully laid Milo in the grass and blew a raspberry on his still uncovered belly. "Don't!" squealed and gurgled the boy gleefully. He felt his crotch getting wet and warm again, with nothing he could do about it. When the warm liquid dried up in the seat of his Pampers, Milo was finally able to stop giggling.

The boy's cheeks were pink and his heart was pounding loudly. "Well, I think Miley here needs a fresh Pampers before dinner." Paul said. "How about you, pumpkin?" he asked his daughter. Rebecca looked down to the ground in embarrassment. Surprised, Paul also lifted his daughter up and checked her pull-up. "Oh. Did you have a little accident too?" asked Paul. "Uh-huh!" mumbled the girl sheepishly. Milo thought about it for a moment, but he hadn't witnessed Rebecca unintentionally pee in her Pull-Up before. " That's not a big deal! Daddy can change two little girls without a problem." Paul said gently, blowing her a raspberry on her belly too. "Thank you, Daddy! I love you!" whispered Rebecca, snuggling up to her father. "I love you too, monkey! Come on girls, let's get you to the changing table. Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes." Without difficulty, Paul took Rebecca in his left arm and Milo in his right and carried them both into the house.

From the living room he called out to Karen, who was preparing a fresh salad with Agnes in the kitchen, "Miley and Becs need fresh Pampers. I'll take care of that real quick!" "Oh Daddy! No pampers! Please!" whined Rebecca, but Paul just kissed her on the forehead. At that moment Karen glanced through the doorway. When she saw the children in his arms, she felt that warmth in her chest again. "Oh, you don't have to, Paul! I can do it!" she said with a smile. Paul grinned at her and replied, "Don't worry, Karen. It's not the first time. And I'll take care of Miley, lifesaver of my pumpkin, anytime. Gladly!" Milo chuckled and put his ear on Paul's shoulder. "Thanks! Her diaper bag is still next to the changing table." Karen whispered, smiling as she walked back into the kitchen.

It wasn't until they got to Rebecca's room that Paul put both children back on their feet. He reached into Milo's diaper bag, took out a fresh Pampers and placed the boy on the changing mat. Milo obediently lifted his bottom without Paul having to ask him. Almost as routinely as Karen, Paul removed the wet diaper. But to the boy's surprise, he lifted him up again afterwards. Paul took three steps into Rebecca's bathroom and placed Milo on the potty-seat that was on Rebecca's toilet. Milo giggled in surprise when he saw the pink plastic splash guard spreading his legs apart. "Why don't you try tinkling in the potty while I freshen up Becs, sweetie?" Before Milo could say anything, Paul caressed his cheek and put the pacifier in Milo's mouth. The boy grinned. He really liked the way Paul took care of him. Almost as if he didn't want to disappoint him, he really tried hard to pee. And sure enough, his bladder emptied.

"Oh wow! You look cute, Becs!" marveled Milo as Paul picked him up again. Instead of the dress, the girl was wearing only a purple T-shirt. Printed on it was a happy pink pony waving and eating a huge scoop of cotton candy. Underneath it, she wasn't wearing a pull-up, but regular Pampers. "Thanks." Rebecca mumbled sheepishly towards the floor. "Unfortunately, Rebecca's dress got a little wet. And whenever that happens, Becky gets a Pampers put on. Just like you, sweetie." Paul explained cheerfully while carefully and lovingly wiping Milo clean. "Uh-huh!" Rebecca confirmed. "Oh.", Milo groaned as Paul pushed his legs up until Milo's knees were next to his chest. "Your mommy said you don't just pee in your Pampers, Miley." Paul chuckled as he spread cream in the boy's diaper area, just like Karen.

Although his cheeks glowed with shame, Milo was happy. Perhaps happier than he had been at all in the last few days. Paul cared for him so warmly and lovingly, almost like the father Milo missed so much. A tear rolled down Milo's cheek as he immediately thought of his mother, who cared for him no less lovingly. "Oh, did I do something wrong, sweetie?" asked Paul. "No!" sobbed Milo. He no longer could hold back his tears. Immediately Paul closed the fresh diaper and pulled him into his arms. "What's wrong, sweetie?" asked Paul worriedly. Milo clung to him tightly. His little body shook with sobs. "I love you, Uncle Paul!" Milo finally croaked. Rebecca giggled and nuzzled her friend’s bare legs, which were wrapping around her father's waist. "I love you too, sweetie!" chortled Paul, gently stroking the back of the boy's head again and again as he carried him back downstairs.

"Oh! What's wrong?" asked Karen worriedly when she heard Milo's sniffling. But when she tried to take her son from Paul, he only clung tighter to the man. "Can I cuddle you for a while, Uncle Paul? Please?" croaked Milo. Karen's eyes became wet. She snuggled against her son's back until Rebecca cleared her throat and said, "When Daddy cuddles Miley, you have to cuddle me, Auntie Karen." Paul grinned, shrugged and gave Karen a 'when she's right, she's right'-look. Karen laughed and lifted Rebecca up. Only now did she notice that the girl was only wearing a t-shirt over a Pampers. "What happened to your dress, darling?" asked Karen while enjoying the child's heartfelt embrace. "My Pull-Up leaked." Rebecca giggled, kissing Karen's cheek.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 5, 2021 at 2:44 PM
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Kyma said:

Still loving it!

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But...?

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 5, 2021 at 5:56 PM
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MonteDriver93 said:

So out of curiosity is there a reason you call then pampers all the time instead of just diapers?

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Hum... sometimes on purpose, because... I don't know. It's my favorite brand and I'm wearing them myself?

But boy, you are right, I write that a lot... I'll try to add a little more variety in the chapters to come.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 5, 2021 at 7:56 PM
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pierrylouys said:

How can you still fit in pampers ?
What size you wear ?

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My waist is 28''... I can actually close Pampers Baby Dry in size 8 (its the same size as 7 in the US). But they aren't really comfy. Drynites and Ninjamas still are a perfect fit for me. And since Ninjamas are Pampers...

Fiammaverde said:

New Pampers for Milo and Rebecca means no swimming pool before lunch. Then you cannot dive with a full tummy. Finally, I highly doubt that Milo will choose to try the pool anyway since now he knows that Rebecca cannot swim properly.

Therefore, pool usage in the next chapters appears unlikely.

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You think a lot about the plot, huh? I like that.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 5, 2021 at 8:21 PM
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CodyBaby said:

Another curiosity here, but since Milo wears Pampers Swaddlers, there's no need to constantly check the diaper physically, those diapers have a stripe wetness indicator on them, you can tell quickly that the baby is wet, it turns blue, but I guess its part of your story to embarrass slighly Milo or Miley with diaper checks

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Hmm. I wouldn't say it's about humiliating Milo. At least not with the adults. Rebecca and the other kids do have a little fun with him, but they also all mean it in anything but a malicious way. To me, a diaper check is simply a form of intimate tenderness and an expression of affection and the simple assurance to him that he is cared for.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 6, 2021 at 1:06 AM
Content: Chapter Four – Friendly Parenting Advice

Although it was already close to 6 pm, the sun was still high in the sky. Trees at the edge of the spacious garden swished softly in the gentle winds. Karen, Agnes and Melissa had already begun setting the long table outside. Plates, glasses, and cutlery lay at each place. Ketchup bottles lined up with other sauces. "You're cuddly today, aren't you Snuggle Bunny?" asked Karen, giggling, as she sat Rebecca down in the chair next to her and Milo still nestled close to Paul with his eyes closed. "Uh-huh." the boy mumbled. He just wouldn't let go. Paul gently stroked the back of the child he had only met a week ago. He didn't seem to mind one bit and simply sat down in an empty seat opposite Karen and his daughter, holding Milo tightly.

"I want a cuddle too, Dad!" squealed Tim at his father this time. Philip tousled his son's hair. "Sure thing, buddy." he replied before setting down a huge tray of burgers. "Oh, monkey, did you have a little accident?" asked Agnes as she placed two pitchers of drinks on the table and saw her niece. Rebecca nodded and looked down through the glass top at the ground, slightly embarrassed. Karen gasped in amazement. Apparently, it wasn't an unusual outfit for the girl, since no one else said a word about it at all. Rebecca took Karen's hand and held it to her face herself. Karen smiled and gently caressed the hot cheeks. At that moment, Melissa, Mitchel and Nate returned from the kitchen. The adults found fitting places for three large bowls of salad and two baskets of bread.

Nate put a bottle full of currant juice down in front of Paul and took a seat next to Rebecca. Paul bounced Milo three times on his thigh. With each bounce, the boy's fresh diaper moved a tiny bit away from his bottom, only to rustle and hug him again seconds later. The outlet cuffs tickled the insides of his thighs and he chuckled as he finally released his embrace. "Shall we have dinner now?" whispered Paul in Milo's ear. "Okay!" he replied. Paul lifted him to his seat. Milo marveled as he saw the table and the kind looks of the others. Paul picked up his glass. "It's great to have you all as our guests today! Thank you to all the kitchen helpers and lifesavers! And now, enjoy dinner!" he said. "Hear, hear!" everyone shouted and took a sip. And, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, Milo drank from the bottle in front of him too, without even thinking about it. "Finally! I'm starving!" chortled Nate, grabbing a burger.

"You're still hungry, buddy?" snickered Philip as his son tried to grab an extra-large hamburger from the pile as well. "Uh-huh. Burgers are yummy!" replied Tim cheerfully and was pleased when his father helped him. "Mommy's milk isn't enough anymore…" giggled Agnes, tousling his hair. Karen was spellbound. Even though Jaime's mother had been so open about it too, it was still a bizarre situation for her. She raised an eyebrow and took a sip to moisten her dry mouth. "Um... I'm sorry, but I have to ask this. You're still breastfeeding Tim? How... um... how old is he?" asked Karen. "Oh?" gurgled Agnes in surprise. "Sure! We're still breastfeeding! Morning and night. Doc Brown says it's good for Tim's development. He'll be 5 next week. Aren't you breastfeeding Miley anymore?" she asked.

Although her mouth was empty, Karen choked on this blunt answer. She coughed a few times into the crook of her arm and took a big gulp until she was finally able to speak again. She glanced around the table. None of the adults seemed surprised in the least. The kids didn't follow the discussion at all. Even Milo was absorbed in his own world happily munching on his burger. "Um... No... we don't breastfeed anymore. Not since Miley was one and a half." Agnes laughed and cheerfully explained, "Relax, Karen. I know this is unusual. But actually, quite a few moms here do it. And it seems to be really good for the kids. The elementary and middle schools have the best test scores in the state and have even been in the top 3 nationwide for years. Also, the kids here seem to get better much faster if they ever catch a cold..."

Although the food tasted delicious, Milo was no longer hungry after just a few bites. He looked around the table. Just like the adults, Nathan smiled at him almost tenderly when he noticed his gaze. Milo pondered for a moment. Nate was the first person to make jokes about him for wearing diapers and call him mean names. Milo had actually expected it much sooner. "Will the new kids who come to our daycare on Monday make fun of me too? Will they push me too? What will I do then?" he thought. He had always been the smallest kid in the class at school, but he had never been teased or bullied. Until today. And even though Nate liked him now and Milo actually understood why the boy had attacked him, a nagging feeling grew inside him.

Unconsciously, he grabbed Paul's hand, which the man had laid on the table, and pulled it to his lap. Without thinking, he ran his index finger along Paul's palm. "Is there something wrong? Don't you like the food, sweetie?" whispered Paul. Only now did Milo realize what he was doing and let go of the foreign hand. "Oh. No. I mean, I do. It tastes great! I was just... thinking." Milo whispered back. "You're worried about Monday, huh?" whispered Paul again. "How do you know?" asked Milo in puzzlement. "Let's just say I know that look!" chuckled Paul. He ruffled Milo's hair and lifted the boy onto his lap. Milo leaned into Paul's right arm and felt himself relax immediately.

"You know, sweetie...", Paul now said in a normal volume, "... there will be some kids making fun of your diapers, I'm sure. And if you ever wear one to daycare again, they might even make fun of your dress. But the ones who do will soon realize how douchey they've been acting." "You think so?" asked Milo quietly. But since by now all eyes were on them and no one was talking anymore, everyone heard him. "I know that!" chuckled Paul, tapping the boy's nose. "And let them come! Anyone who teases you will have to deal with me. And with Michael. And with Katy!" shouted Rebecca across the table, belligerently. "And with me too!" said Nathan sheepishly and added, "Sorry for being such a jerk." Milo chuckled and they grinned at each other. "Do you want to finish your burger now?", Paul asked, already putting Milo's plate on his own, which was empty by now. "Uh-huh.", Milo replied and continued eating with relish while Paul rubbed his back.

Melissa nodded with approval, nuzzled her son's neck and continued the discussion the mothers had interrupted. "I just stopped nursing Nate last year..." she explained cheerfully. "Think about trying it yourself, Karen. Miley certainly wouldn't be the only girl in elementary school..." she said, before eating another fork of salad. At that moment it occurred to Karen that she had never told Milo's real age to anyone except Heather and Maya. And when she was asked about it at the grocery store or at Charlie's Deli, no one had even batted an eye when Karen introduced him as her almost 7-year-old daughter. Everyone seemed to assume he was an elementary school kid. Here too. Karen nodded and ate the last bite of her burger. It still tasted delicious and she was glad to have an excuse not to continue the discussion for a moment.

"We've made progress on the other front though," Paul laughed and reported, "Miley was a good girl on the potty before changing!" Karen looked questioningly at her son. Milo turned pink and nodded. "Uh-huh!" he mumbled. "She sat on an actual potty?", Karen inquired playfully teasing, glad that Paul had changed the subject. "Almost! Becs has a toilet seat," Paul replied and continued, "...and I’m amazed every time by how straight and upright she sits on it. I've thought about mounting it for her on the piano bench several times." "Daddy, you're being silly!" the girl scolded her father and giggled. He grinned. Karen put her right index finger on her lower lip and thought loudly, "Well, if that's really so good for her posture, maybe I should get Miley's potty out of her baby stuff from the attic. Who knows what else we've exiled to the boxes too soon."

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 8, 2021 at 1:38 PM
Content: Chapter Five – Finding Neverland

While the parents were talking, the kids played some more board games and had good fun. It was 7:55pm when they returned to the table. Nathan stretched his back, yawned extensively and sagged back into his chair. "Oh dear, I think our rascal is quite tired already." Melissa said, yawning blissfully herself. "And so is his mom..." laughed Mitchel. Melissa nodded sheepishly, scratched the back of her head and continued, "True. I didn't have a nap either. Karen and Miley... I mean Milo, I really enjoyed meeting you two..." Mitchel interrupted again, "We enjoyed it very much..." He grinned, ruffled Milo's hair and shook Karen's hand. Mitchel helped his wife to her feet and pulled Nate into his arms. "We enjoyed it very much...but we're leaving now. Have a good evening everyone!"

As if on cue, Agnes and Philip also got up. "We'll join you." laughed Agnes, pointing to her son, who was barely able to keep his eyes open, patting the head of Milo's cuddly dragon. They hugged each other goodbye and headed home. "See you Monday, Milo." Nate mumbled before resting his head on his father's shoulder. Milo waved with a grin, but Nathan didn't even notice it anymore. Apparently only Milo had taken a nap today, because Rebecca was clearly struggling to keep her eyes open as well, while the boy was wide awake.

"We'll help you clean up and then we'll be on our way too." said Karen in a whisper, pointing at the tired girl. "Oh you don't have to!" laughed Paul softly, shaking his head. "Yes we do! It's the least we can do!" declared Milo, smiling at Paul, who had just gently placed Rebecca on the sofa. Karen grinned and patted her son's head approvingly. Barely 15 minutes later everything was tidy and clean again and the three of them stood at the front door. "Oh, I'm still wearing Bec's dress." Milo stated in amazement. He actually hadn't thought about it at all until that moment.

"Your clothes are still soaking wet, sweetie. I don't think Becs minds if you borrow her dress for a few days..." Paul chuckled and gave the boy a few gentle pats on his bottom. "Oooh... Shall we change you here real quick?" he giggled as he felt the heavy diaper. Milo grinned mischievously and shook his head. "No. I like the way it feels when I walk." The two adults could hardly believe their ears, yet immediately laughed. "Well then!" chortled Paul and extended his hand to Milo. The boy wiped it aside and cuddled up to the man. "It was really great with you guys! Thanks for inviting us over!" Milo said. Karen nodded and elaborated, "Yes, it was a lovely evening! Thank you very much for inviting us!" "Thank you for being my guests!" replied Paul almost sheepishly. He smiled as he kissed first Karen and then Milo on the cheek goodbye.

By 8:37pm Milo and Karen were already back in the boy's bedroom. Dusk had just begun. Karen couldn't help but grin again when she saw the changing table against the wall to the bathroom that she had had put there just yesterday. As if to make sure it really was the same piece of furniture as in Rebecca's room, she stroked the smooth surface of the changing pad. It didn't feel wrong to have this in her 13-year-old son's bedroom. Not at all.

"Come on sweetie. Let's get you out of those wet Pampers and then you take a quick shower to wash the chlorine water off your skin before you go to sleep." Karen warbled happily as she routinely lifted Milo onto his changing place. The boy giggled as she took off his dress and then tickled over his bare legs. "Can't you shower me again, mommy? Please? Pretty please?" he asked, looking at her like a begging puppy. "Oh sure baby!" laughed Karen and nibbled on his toes before lifting her naked child into the shower. He chuckled and laughed the whole time.

Just 5 minutes later she applied cream again on his small bottom. Without her having to say anything, he had drawn his legs up next to his chest all by himself. As soon as everything down there was all white again, Karen cleaned her fingers on a baby wipe, pulled the front of his night-time diaper onto his belly and taped it shut. "Can I have some rubber panties to sleep in?" asked the boy and Karen grinned because she was already holding them in her hand. When he was finally in his pajamas, she cooed, "Want to try watching the movie again once you've brushed your teeth?" "Yeah!" chimed Milo and bounced into his bathroom.

When Milo entered her master bedroom he saw 3 boxes which Karen had put next to her bed. 'Baby stuff' was written on them in big letters. Karen wasn't sure herself why they had moved the stuff from Minnesota with them in the first place, but now she was very pleased inside that she was having such a hard time parting with things. "What's all in the boxes, Mommy?" asked Milo in wonder. "I don't really know, sweetie! Shall we look together?" replied Karen tenderly. She tapped her bed invitingly. Milo smiled and sat down next to his mother on the soft quilt. Immediately she took him in her arms. The boy laid his head against her chest, enjoying the intimacy. "Okay." he whispered, but Karen did not let go of him. After almost a minute Milo giggled, "You're pretty cuddly today, too, Mommy."

Milo felt like a toddler in her arms, but it didn't bother him. He listened to her heartbeat. Karen sniffed his hair. He smelled wonderfully of vanilla and cinnamon. Almost like a Christmas cookie. She rolled him onto his back and playfully nibbled his calves. "Hey, don't eat me, Mommy!" chortled Milo. "Fine! Not today!" Karen feigned and patted his butt. She liked it almost as much as Milo, who wiggled his rear end back and forth for one more pat.

There was no rustling to be heard under the rubber panties. And although it was usually exactly this wondrous, infantile sound that made him feel even smaller, it was now its absence that had all the more powerful effect on him. If he had been asked his age at that moment, he'd not have believed himself to be 13 years old. But he felt good. Incredibly good. "I like this!" the boy whispered. "You like what, baby?" asked Karen. "Well, this! Being your baby again!" he replied. She tickled his belly and explained, "That's a good thing. Because I like you being my baby again too."

They cuddled tightly for another full minute before Karen pulled the first moving box up to the bed. "Well, shall we see what we have?" she asked happily. "Yep!" cackled Milo as he sat up. Karen flipped open the folding lid and laughed out loud. Sure enough, Milo's potty was the item on top. She took out the apple-green plastic object and looked at it. "This is remarkably big." she thought and immediately the memories came flooding back. She and her husband, Oliver, had had to persuade Milo for so long until he finally used it when he was four and a half years old. She laughed at the thought of how her son had refused to do his big business in the real toilet almost until he was in first grade.

She set it down to the floor and grinned at her son. "Do you want to sit on the potty for Mommy, sweetie?" she purred. Milo's cheeks flushed pink, but he was as curious as her and obeyed. It was a perfect fit. As on Rebecca's toilet seat, his legs were spread apart by the splash guard. And as on Rebecca's, he sat bolt upright on his own potty. And with his pacifier dangling happily from the chain, Milo didn't look a day too old for this. "Oh my God!" squealed Karen. The boy felt a slight pressure in his bladder. He put his pacifier in his mouth, closed his eyes and relaxed. When he smiled Karen knew what was going on. She shook with laughter and ruffled through his hair. "That was almost right, baby." she chortled.

"Oh? We still have that, too?" asked Milo as he examined the walking harness that Karen had retrieved from the box next. He remembered well how his parents had put it on him whenever he had refused to walk with either of them holding his hand. Karen smiled and nodded. "You liked that for quite a long time. You always wanted to play horsey." Karen cooed as she thoughtfully let the neon yellow reflective straps slide through her hands. Milo remembered too, grinning sheepishly and scratching the back of his head.

"Shall we see if it still fits?" asked Karen, already adjusting the belt tensioners in fascination. Milo thought briefly and immediately raised his arms in invitation. Without hesitation, Karen helped him in and locked the 4-point buckle on his chest. Not only did it still fit Milo easily, Karen actually had to tighten the straps a good bit to keep it from slipping. "Hey!" cried Milo as she gently pulled on the leash and he couldn't help but run backwards into her arms. "Still works great!" noted Karen enthusiastically, kissing the back of her son's neck. They both laughed.

"My bathtub toys... and my nightlight! Why is that with the baby stuff?" asked Milo almost reproachfully as he now rummaged through the box himself, placing one thing after another on the soft quilt. Karen giggled and fussed through his hair. She took the cylindrical object, plugged it into the outlet next to the door and dimmed the overhead light. The nightlight projected a purple and blue starry sky onto the ceiling. "So beautiful!" marveled Milo, lying flat on his back on his mother's bed. Karen giggled when she saw the glowing straps on his chest, nodded and lay down with him.

She opened the lid of her own old music box, which she herself had moved to her bedside cabinet shortly before. The little ballerina twirled as it played Schubert's lullaby. Karen saw Milo's eyelids grow heavy. Without him resisting, she took off the harness, put his 'Sofia the First' pacifier in his mouth and placed Toothless in his arm. She felt his crotch and found that he hadn't peed too much in his diaper, yet. When Milo rolled onto his side seconds later, Karen lovingly covered him with her blanket.

As silently as she could, she gathered up the brightly colored bathtub toys. When she was about to put them back in the moving box, her eyes fell on the last item left in it, lying on the floor. As if to reassure herself that Milo was fast asleep, she looked at her son for a moment. His chest rose and fell evenly and the pacifier rocked in sync. Karen smiled and took her breast pump out of the box. "I wonder how long it'll take me to produce milk again." she thought, sitting down in her reading chair opposite the bed. Milo showed no movement as the pump began to whir softly.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 9, 2021 at 4:38 PM
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CodyBaby said:

... but for a 13 yrs old, I'm not so sure, even if he's acting like a baby in this story, something tells me its wrong ...

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Huh? I'm not sure if I understand what you are reading in/from the story, but I assure you, Milo has NO OTHER feelings besides from feeling little again.

Also: My stories will not ever describe not-PG-13-content! I intentionally avoid explicit formulations or too detailed descriptions.

CodyBaby said:

... but if she's going to pump her milk and give it via bottles ...

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Remeber Jaime?

CodyBaby said:

... breast milk offer so many benefits that scientist can't exactly explain even today. Even for adults this can give some strong benefits.

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That's what it's about in the story. Nothing else.

Anyway, thanks for sharing your concerns and feelings! If you read the story in a certain way, others might too. So I'm honestly glad that you gave me the opportunity to be more clear about what I wanted to describe/express and what might be perceived differently from a reader's perpective.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 10, 2021 at 2:53 PM
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Fiammaverde said:

Soo.... let’s stumble into the PG-13 line just for joke, shall we?

For instance, breastfeeding will for sure also mean bigger boobs for Karen. And that’s a win/win for Paul and Miley, unless they start competing for the good stuff...

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Well, if that's what the audience here is reading into the story, then I should probably discontinue writing it.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 11, 2021 at 12:31 AM
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kerry said:

[...] But your gentle story in no way actually fosters such prurience.

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Thank you so much for saying that! I sort of freaked out a bit, imagining I might have written something ... (lacking a better word for it) awful.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 12, 2021 at 9:35 PM
Content: Chapter Six – Rise and shine

After 20 minutes of no success, Karen decided to give it up for that evening and get herself ready for bed. It was just after 10pm when she returned from her bathroom wearing her pajamas. The very last rays of sunlight had just disappeared. The curtains danced sleepily in the nice tepid air wafting through the fly-screen of the open window. Usually on a movie night when he had fallen asleep with her, she would now carry Milo to his bed, but today she couldn't. Her child looked so small and helpless and at the same time so content and happy. With every third breath, the pacifier in his mouth would make a little bounce as the boy sucked in a little bit of air along with it. A pleasant warmth spread through her chest as she slipped under her covers and took him in her arms as gently and carefully as she could. And when the scent mixture of vanilla, cinnamon and baby cream rose to her nose, Karen fell asleep just as contentedly as him.

It was 5:37 Sunday morning when Karen opened her eyes again. Milo was still snuggled close to her with his arms wrapped around Toothless. Karen felt unusually awake, refreshed and energized. Two sparrows seemed to be talking excitedly in the dawn light on their roof outside the window. Karen gently released the hug. Immediately Milo's body rolled onto his back. As if he had never stopped sleeping with it, the pacifier remained in his mouth even at that. Gently, she felt the diaper in his crotch and noted with satisfaction that he had apparently not needed it again since last night. She kissed his forehead and slipped out of her bed. As quietly as she could, she took the second moving box and sneaked downstairs.

Karen set the box down on the kitchen table and grabbed her robe from the laundry room. As in a morning ritual, she put coffee beans in her hand grinder and water in the kettle. She pressed the on-switch and began to turn the handle. The freshly ground powder smelled beguiling. Just as the click signaled the water was boiling, she had enough coffee for her French Press. "Oh wow! The bottle warmer! I forgot about that!" chortled Karen after she had enjoyed the first sip of coffee while curiously peering through the box.

Without thinking twice, she put the device between the sink and the kettle on the countertop. She giggled when she found a small battery of Milo's old bottles in a medium-sized purple Tupperware box, which she immediately placed in the dishwasher. Among countless bibs, a tinkle cube and a Mr. Potato Head, Karen finally discovered Milo's swim belt and the bright pink floaties he had chosen for himself almost 7 years ago. While packing the toys and bibs back into the box, Karen decided to store the swim gear on one of the kitchen chairs for now.

It was 6:25am when Karen put the breast pump aside one more time without the desired success. She didn't quite know herself why she was even trying, but the thought that it might be good for Milo's development was burned into her mind. "Oh my goodness, I really do think about Milo like a toddler." she unintentionally giggled aloud. And even though the kitchen door was closed, Karen cautiously listened into the hallway. Because there was still no sound from upstairs, Karen just decided to make the most of the peaceful morning and explore the neighborhood on her running shoes. Without further ado, she exchanged her cozy robe and warm pajamas for her sports clothes and started running.

"Good morning, Mommy!" Milo mumbled from under the covers as Karen re-entered the master bedroom from her bathroom 90 minutes later. She had wrapped a towel around her freshly washed hair like a turban and her bath towel was wrapped around her body twice. Although the bathroom vent was humming, steam was still coming through the open door. "Good morning baby! Did you sleep well?" Daylight fell through the bay window, flooding the room. As if to protect himself from the brightness of the day, Milo pulled the blanket over his head a tiny bit more. "Uh-huh." his voice came out muffled under his soft covers. Karen chuckled and pulled the blanket off him with a tug. "Well then! Rise and shine, honey bunny!" she called, tickling his bare feet. "Hey!" whined Milo, shaking with laughter.

"Fine!" replied the boy in a playfully tortured voice as she let him catch his breath. Once Karen had slipped on a pair of pants and a comfy top, Milo climbed out of her bed, stretched his back and cuddled up to her. She ruffled through his hair and enjoyed the embrace. After more than a minute, Milo broke away from her and invitingly held his bottom out to her. "Aren't you going to check my Pampers at all?" he chuckled mischievously. Karen laughed in surprise. "Huh? Should I?" she asked, still surprised because he had never asked her to before. Milo nodded and chortled, "Yes. Good mommies do that with their little ones." She laughed even harder and finally did her duty. Tenderly, she pressed the absorbent pad against his wiggling butt.

"Oh! Someone really needs some fresh pants." she noted in surprise, remembering the last time she had checked before going downstairs. "Yes. But please not until after breakfast. It feels so nice and warm right now." Milo begged, puppy-eyed, adding, "...and I have to do some business first." "Well, in that case...I guess we should go get breakfast, huh, little one?" replied Karen, lifting her son up. He wrapped his arms around her neck and his legs around her waist, rested his head against her shoulder and mumbled, "Uh-huh! But we have to take Toothless too." Karen giggled and handed him his cuddly toy before carrying Milo downstairs.

"Oh? Have you been up early, Mommy?" marveled Milo when he saw the table being set neatly. Karen carefully placed him on his chair, kissed his head and clicked the switch on the kettle. "A little while. But I've already been for a run around the neighborhood. Did you know there's a drugstore and an organic market just two blocks away?" she replied. Milo shook his head no. Karen pointed to a bowl of fresh blueberries on the table. He nibbled one and grinned. A single soft beep broke the silence. "Oh great! Your bottle's warm too, baby." Karen chortled. "Awesome! You're the best mommy ever!" exclaimed Milo, genuinely pleased. Karen smiled happily and slid the cylindrical can she had brought from the drugstore out of his sight before she handed Milo his warm bottle and sat down in her seat.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 13, 2021 at 11:27 PM
Content:

1955wetdiaper said:

when they go in the stroller, mommy needs to get some socks with lace in the top. velcro shoes......and just a diaper and shirt that , has ...I love mommy on the front

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After the comments from the other day, I still don't really know what to think about such "suggestions". Somehow they sound very, very odd to me.

Anyway, feel free to write something like that yourself! None of it, however, is going to happen to "my" Milo.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Jan 17, 2021 at 12:25 PM
Content:

MichiganDL89 said:

I love the story. I’m curious. What happened to Rebecca's mom?

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She is no longer there. But I have not yet definitively "decided" how she disappeared from their lives. My first draft for it seems too cruel/dark to me today. But Becs does not remember her.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Feb 7, 2021 at 3:31 AM
Content:

panalo said:

Wieder ein super Kapitel ich mag dein schreibstill er ist sehr Profesionell
bist du Schriftsteller?

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No, I am not a professional writer, but thank you for saying that. Anyway, I think, it's a bit rude to write in German in an English forum.

panalo said:

du musst keine absurden vorschläge machen sie weiss was sie schreibt

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Unfortunately, the suggestions and recommendations, that haven't yet been deleted, aren't the strangest ones. That is why I have decided to put this story on hold for an indefinite time. At least untill I have figured out, how I want it to end.

kiri

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Feb 7, 2021 at 1:46 PM
Content:

kerry said:

In the future, if you receive any uncomfortable replies, please let me know. I'll deal with it.

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Oh wow! Thank you very much for the offer! That is realy kind! But I can manage that. And I certainly don't want anyone to be sanctioned for their "desires" (in regards to my stories and characters). Not even if they were really very strange wishes.

I think that's how a lot of story writers feel in our kind of forum. Most are happy to receive constructive criticism. For example, comments about low emotional depth or simply wrongly described facts. So I mean that some comments which seem to be rather critical at first are really, really good, welcome and helpful. At least, it already helps me immensely when people who enjoy the way I write then also express that.

On the other hand, I find such suggestions, which probably are not meant in a bad way at all, but which would degenerate a story into a "one-handed reading material" really sadning and disturbing. And I think that many people who make such suggestions unfortunately don't understand why they are so hurtful.

It's kind of a vicious circle...

And of course I know all that. I haven't just been writing for a few weeks. It just "hit" me somehow unprepared here on adisc. That's why it doesn't bother me too much to take a break from this story.

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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Feb 7, 2021 at 11:42 PM
Content:

checkingoutall said:

@kirigaya You are a great writer. I normally don't like to read much, but I have been keeping up with this. Personally I want to say thank you. If you do continue this, make everything you write is from your heart, not suggestions from others. When people offer suggestions, they are just trying to make the story turn out the way they want it, not allowing a writer to be free to write from the heart. Take all the time you need to finish this or not. There are many of us out here that supports your descion on what/how you move forward.

Again, thank you for all of this, you ROCK!!!!!!!!

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Thank you!