The sleepover
Amelie lay on her stomach, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her sleep pants, which were adorned with adorable bear prints. The soft rustling of her diaper was loud in her ears, and she glanced anxiously at the door, half-expecting her friend to burst in at any moment.
"Daddy," she whispered, "what if they see my diaper? They'll think I'm a baby."
Daddy chuckled softly and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Amelie, sweetie, you know your friend drinks from a bottle too. Remember dinner? You both wore bibs."
Amelie frowned. "But...what if they laugh at me?"
Daddy's smile was gentle but firm. "No one's going to laugh at you. You two are more alike than you think."
Their conversation was abruptly cut short by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Amelie's heart raced as she heard the crinkling sound of a diaper. Her friend was returning.
The door creaked open, and her friend stepped in, their shorts doing little to hide the obvious bulge of a diaper underneath. Amelie blinked in surprise and then let out a small giggle. Her friend looked just as bashful, but a shy smile tugged at their lips.
"Looks like we're both in the same boat," her friend said with a grin.
Amelie felt a wave of relief wash over her. She glanced up at Daddy, who gave her a reassuring nod.
"See? Nothing to worry about," Daddy whispered.
