(bear with me, mothy is a tad tipsy)
CW: Fluff, Diapers, Cg/l
You hadn’t been able to drop in ages, work had been extremely stressful, and your personal life? Forget it. There just wasn’t enough time in the day and your little had been pushed to the back, despite her protests.
The burden was starting to really weigh on you and your caregiver had noticed. While they weren’t your live in partner, they had an acute sense of what had been going on in your day to day, and had something planned for you.
You came home one day to a note on the outside of the door
“Good Evening, little sweet, you may enter but cover your eyes and head to your room”
She felt a familiar flutter in your tummy, this was completely unexpected, and you felt underprepared. However, you did as the note read, unlocked the door and entered with your hands over your eyes. Nudging the door closed with your hip, you follow the familiar path to your room
Walk down hallway, pass by living room and turn right. As you enter the room you allow you hands to drop. Sitting on your bed is your caregiver, eyes sparkling as they reach out to you “Baby Bear” they coo softly and you feel your eyelids start to drop.
Sitting next to them on the bed was one of your favorite diapers (bunnyhopps) and your favorite onesie, adorned with little cows and mushrooms. You allow them to lay to start to remove your clothes, and with every piece stripped away you start to relax further, leaning into the soft arms of your caregiver. They lay you back on your changing blanket and smile down at you, handing you a small fidget toy.
“Be a good Bean and play with this while I take care of it.” They pass you a small toy and You rattle it around, huffing that it didn’t help you drop fully. You felt on the edge, but small space seemed too elusive and you let out a small cry. Your caregiver looks up and smiles “grumpy baby, eh, maybe this will help” they pop your favorite pacifier in your mouth, immediately distracting you as you settle into a sucking rhythm. Before you know it, your taped, padded, and wrapped in soft cotton, they garb your hand and beam at you “are you ready, I made something special for you, Little”
Your heart skips and you giggle around your paci, nodding up and down, cooing your excitement. They open the door and lead you down the hallway again, to the main den.
The couch had been completely deconstructed, with your sheets draped over them. On the floor was an air mattress, on it was a snack plate, your bottle with your favorite juice, snacks and your comfort stuffie.
“I-I can’t believe this..” you mumble, looking up at them with stars in your eyes, feeling yourself relax into your own body, the familiar drop feeling taking you over as you are lead to the airmatress and sat down.
You look around and then back to your caregiver, a glaze falling over your eyes and a deep breath filling your lungs
“Now Baby Bean, what Disney Movie are we starting with?”