saturday morning with lil bug 🐛🐻
(a work of md/lb fiction. all characters are consenting adults!!! yall idk why im just in my mommy feels rn. i just want to play in a garden with a lil guy!!!)
i woke up first, sun pouring into the bedroom.
i looked over to see sam still asleep, hair a mess, eyelashes fluttering, drool pooling under his mouth. his favorite teddy bear, bean, held tightly in his arms.
the juxtaposition of those strong, tattooed arms against his cute little dinosaur onesie and teddy bear drove me crazy.
my heart seized when i looked at him. my little guy. the fact that he trusted me enough to be so little, so vulnerable, so reliant on me made me melt with affection.
i kissed the top of his head, deciding to let him sleep in a bit longer while i cooked breakfast. saturdays were for cartoons and pancakes. a very important ritual in our home.
soon, coffee was brewing and the windows were open, letting in sunshine and fresh air and the sound of birds chirping.
i poured myself a cup of coffee, then got sammy’s sippy cup ready. he liked orange juice in the morning, so i poured his cup full of juice and put it in the fridge.
i got started on making pancakes when i heard a sleepy voice say “mommy?”
i looked up to see my boy shuffling into the kitchen in his onesie. his diaper was so swollen between his legs that it was forcing him to waddle. he was still holding his teddy, bean.
“hi baby,” i said, pulling him into my arms for a hug. my hand naturally started to run down his back, towards his very squishy diaper. i gave the padding a squeeze, causing him to whine and bury his face in my neck. “uh oh, the sog monster visited someone last night. you need a change soon, huh?”
he whined again. “not yet, mommy. bean said i could wait.”
“oh, bean said so, huh? is bean the one changing you when you leak in that cute onesie of yours?”
“bean, respectfully, you have no authority here,” i said in a silly voice, addressing bean. this made sam giggle and blush even more.
i rubbed his back in a soothing rhythm. “how’d you sleep, sweet boy?”
“you sleep so well when you have a soggy diaper against your lil boy parts, don’t you?”
“heyyyyy.” sam covered his face with his hands, but he couldn’t hide his blush.
“it’s true. mommy’s noticed.”
“okay, maybe it’s a little true. it just feels so good n comfy.”
i reached down to cup the front of his diaper and give it a few little pats. i could already feel him getting hard through the squishy padding. he would have to wait until i helped him with that.
“you were a drooly boy too when i woke up.” i told him, wiping his mouth gently with my thumb. “snorin and droolin like a little monster.”
“could’ve fooled me.” i ruffled his curly hair. “you ready for your morning sippy, lil monster?”
the promise of his sippy cup was enough for him to nod sweetly and say “can i watch adventure time while i drink it?”
“how do we ask, lil one?”
“very good. of course you can, go get comfy on the couch with bean.”
i started the pancakes, watching from the kitchen as sam laid on the couch, half drinking his juice, half playing with bean while cartoon network played on the tv.
“sammy would you like chocolate chip, blueberry, or plain pancakes?”
he paused his drinking. “blueberry please.”
i finished cooking the pancakes, and brought over two plates. one regular plate for me, and one dinosaur plate for sam. i had cut his pancakes up into little bite sized pieces.
we sat on the floor, using the coffee table as our breakfast table. i sipped my coffee, watching sam giggle and drink his juice.
after we finished eating, i gathered up the dishes.
“screen time’s over, baby. would you like to sit in the sun room while mommy does these dishes? and then i can get that soggy diaper changed?”
the sun room was our favorite room in the house- almost all windows and full of plants, it let in so much sun and light, it felt like being in a magical garden.
in the center of the sunroom was a playmat and a big basket of sam’s toys. dragons and dinosaurs and wooden blocks. all low-stimulating and comforting.
“yeah mommy, i’ll go play.” sam agreed, plopping down on his tummy in the sunroom.
from the kitchen, i watched as he started to build a tower out of blocks and play with his little dragons. it looked like he was building a moat around it.
the sunlight illuminating my sweet boy and his magical kingdom he was building. i wished i could freeze this moment and escape to it whenever i wanted.
i finished up the dishes, and grabbed the stuff for a diaper change, making my way back to the sunroom.
when i walked in, sammy was squatting in the corner, eyes squeezed shut as he softly grunted. i knew that pose. i leaned in the doorway, unable to hide my smile as i watched.
a few more grunts, and then he reached back to curiously pat the back of his diaper, weighed down by his mess. when he saw me in the doorway, he blushed.
“mom, stop.” he hid his face, blushing like crazy. he sat down on his knees, careful not to squish his messy diaper.
“what did you do, lil guy?” i asked him, laying out the changing mat and getting all my supplies ready.
“nothing,” he said quietly. bean was back in his hands, and he was squeezing him tightly.
“nothing? that didn’t look like nothing to me. can you try again? or do i need to ask bean?”
his cheeks burned and he rubbed his eyes. “i pooped.”
“you pooped in your diaper? that’s okay, little bug, that’s what they’re for, remember?”
he nodded, standing up and walking over to hug me. he buried his face in my boobs. it seemed he was having some big feelings about going number 2 in his diaper, but i knew how to handle this.
“baby, i have an idea! how about we change you outside in the garden? does that sound nice?”
he nodded, rubbing his eyes again. “yes please mommy.”
“that’s my lil adventurer!”
i laid the picnic blanket down in a sunny spot in the grass, then put the changing mat on top of it. a light breeze blew through the garden as i helped sam lay down on the mat. bean was glued to his hand.
he kicked his legs up for me while he laid back, eyes closed, enjoying the sun.
“isn’t it nice out here?” i asked, undoing the snaps on his onesie.
he nodded “mom, after this can i help you water the plants? and maybe we can make bug houses again?”
“that sounds like a perfect day, lil bug.”
i shimmied the onesie up his waist, revealing his very full diaper.
“oh my goodness, it’s a miracle you didn’t leak! next time, mommy really needs to change you first thing in the morning.”
i undid the tapes on the diaper and opened it up to inspect the damage.
“it was a big messy day, huh?”
“don’t apologize, silly. i love changing you, no matter how stinky.”
sam giggled as i folded up the messy diaper and got to work on cleaning him up.
i half had the mind to turn on the garden hose and wash him off wild-boy style, but he was being so sweet n soft, i didn’t want to disrupt that.
“all clean!” i announced. “now, sam, im trusting you to be a big kid today and wear a pullup. does that sound reasonable to you?”
i decided not to remind him that he just made a poopy diaper five minutes ago. instead i just ruffled his hair, and helped him slide on a pullup.
“such a big boy.” i admired, patting his cute lil bottom. “let’s go get dressed, kiddo. and then should we go make bug houses?”
sam nodded excitedly, and i followed him back into the house.
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