A Scripta

Grim was walking by the babies’ room and got assaulted by a vision in his mind of ...wetness.

He stopped at the door, and peered into the room. Anwen was right at the bars of the crib, her brother on the other side, sleeping peacefully. Anwen looked at him with those blue eyes of hers, and drew Grim right in. “What’s up?”

The vision in his mind was something he had sworn he would absolutely, positively never do. He stared at her. “I have never changed a diaper in my life and I don’t plan on starting now.”

Her face suddenly fell into a pout, and seemed to be a step away from a full cry.

“Wait, wait…Oh, hell.” Grim went closer. He looked at the diaper table, looked at Anwen, still with that pleading in her eyes. He sighed, bent down and picked her up by her armpits. He looked down at her very large diaper.

“What’d you do, have a Big Gulp?” He carried her at arm’s length and set her on the dressing table. He studied the make-up of this diaper contraption. It had two tabs on the sides, so he figured he’d undo those. Then he pulled the front down.

He jerked his head back. “Jesus.” He put the front back on her. Grim looked around for heavy-duty gloves. Not seeing any, he did catch the baby wipes on the dresser. Pulling out about a dozen, he lined them up next to her. He looked at her, and said, “All right, I’m going in!”

Quickly he pulled the front of her diaper down, and tried to figure out how to get her butt out of it. He knew if he wiggled the diaper off, it would make more of a mess. He covered his hand in the baby wipe and lifted her butt gently first on one side, and then the other. He pulled the diaper away, and pinched it between his fingers, tossing it into the basket. “Uck.”

Anwen gurgled. Grim used the baby wipes he had lined up – and more – wiping her down. Now she looked and smelled much better.

Anwen sent him the image of a diaper, and he said, “I know, I know, I gotta find one – oh here.” He pulled out a diaper and held it up. He looked at its length, looked at her, then at the diaper again. He glanced at the trash but didn’t dare go back in it to get an idea of how it could be placed. “Where’s the front of this thing?” He turned it over and over in his hands. “Well, I guess I put your butt in and hope for the best.” He put the diaper together, and then shoved her legs through the holes, pulling the diaper up. He lifted her by the diaper's waist, and pulled it up nice and tight.

“There we go. Pain in the ass these diapers are.” He put her down, and saw that Caden was awake. Grim’s phone went off – loud. “Yeah, yeah…Wait, not you too?”

The phone kept going off. “Shit…” He picked up Caden by the armpits also and brought him to the dressing table. The phone stopped, and Grim sighed. He undid the diaper, and pulled down the front, preparing for the worst. At least he didn’t have to deal with a mess this time.

“Don’t pee on me, don’t pee on me…” Grim worked quickly, using almost half the box of baby wipes. Caden grinned, and Grim said, “Yeah, you’re thinking about it, but you have an empty bladder, ha ha.” Grim put together the diaper again, feeling like an old pro at this now, and shoved Caden’s legs through, lifting him up like he had done his sister. “There! All clean and happy baby.”

He turned and put Caden back in the crib. He rearranged the pillows like he had seen Raina do. He gave them runes of unicorns and pegasi to watch, and then turned to the door.

To see Raina and Jack standing there, grins on their faces.

“You saw nothing,” Grim said, shoving by them, going into the hallway.