#just eight more weeks and i'll finally be done with this nonsense

[regalityandcoffee]

Waiting Pays Off (NXT GMera William Regal x Reader) (18+)

Part One and Part Two

Summary: the grand finale of sorts to the Sitting Target Saga. You take up Mr. Regal on his offer of training at his home. Alone, late at night.

Warnings: Tension, mirrors, choking (by semi-sexual use of a Dragon Sleeper hold), riding, pretentious dialog,  general nonsense.

And another special thanks to @kayfabebabe babe because this never would have gotten done without him sjskskskwksj

Enjoy <3

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You gave the clock on your car radio another glance as you leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

7:45pm. 

You groaned for the umpteenth time, trying to shake away your thoughts and enjoy your last few minutes of peace as the radio played.

"I'll see you at eight, then." That's the time he had chosen for you two; Mid-afternoon,  Thursday, you had driven around the parking lot looking for Regal's car to make sure he was there before stumbling into the building and awkwardly knocking on his office door. You had half-hoped he wouldn't answer, but the door had opened, and the words "I'd like to practice with you later, Sir!" had slipped from your lips.

"Later?"

"At…at your home, Sir."

He gave you a nod, an "I'll see you at eight then.",  and gently closed the door without another word.

And now you waited, alone in your car, parked on the street in front of his house. You checked the clock again.

7:51pm.

It was a game. It took you weeks to realize it, but it was all a game. A game you didn't have any idea how to play, you didn't even get a chance to peep at the instructions. 

Probably because he was making it all up on the fly.

You had no idea what the prize at the end was for either of you. You weren’t doing this for favors or personal gain, you honestly had no idea why you had let this go on for so long. Temptation? Fear? Had the man successfully seduced you into coming to his home? Who knows. And what about him? You wondered for hours, days, and now a week what he was doing. While in the mirror, while training, while with friends, while in bed with your toy between your legs.

What was in it for him to tease and prod you so much? To look you in your eyes and damn-near demand you hold your head up high? What did he get out of wanting to see you be more outgoing, more demanding, more confident? What did he get out of calling you a good girl and zipping up your jacket the way he had? Plus, the more you thought about it, the less it made sense. Who trained this late at night? Maybe his intentions with you were never as pure as they seemed. And if that was the case…

Why couldn't he just fuck you already like a normal person?

7:58pm.

You shut off the keys to the ignition and grabbed your bag. Though you were already dressed in your work out clothes, (an old, short-sleeved band tee and shorts) you still felt like you might need it. You took a breath and exited your car, locked it, and tossed the keys in your bag. You weren't sure if it was the chill of the breeze against your bare skin, or anticipation that sent a chill up your spine as you made it up the pathway to the front door. Each step felt more daunting than the last. Finally, you walked up the stairs of the porch and made it to the door.

You looked closer, noticing the brass knocker screwed into it. Of course he had one of those. Why did it just feel so appropriate for him?

Shaking your head, you hovered your hand over it before giving three quick knocks.You had barely lowered your arm before the door opened.

"Miss Y/N. You're right on time." William Regal answered. You tried not to look up and down or oggle him. In your defense, the general manager in casual wear was not a sight one saw often. Especially not a faded Al Green tee and athletic shorts. A tee that showed off his arms and shorts that showed off his legs. And boy, did he have a pair of legs on him…

"Mister- William." Along with your affirmations, you had practiced calling the man by his first name in the mirror for days.

"Hello, William."

"It's nice to see you, William."

"William, how are you?"

Not once did that name sound right coming off your tongue. And the man in front of you seemed to be aware as he tilted his head a bit. "How are you, dear?"

"Fine, how are you?"

"Fine. Please, come in." 

You nodded and stepped past him into the house. 

The first thing you noticed was the smell of something burning. The scent of cloves and something citric hit your nose as you stepped onto a beautiful hardwood floor. You were in a living room, and on the glass coffee table a couple of sticks of incense had recently been put out. Around the table were beautiful, soft looking violet armchairs, a love seat, and a very modern fainting couch. Everything was tied together by the lavender and gold wallpaper, its laurel pattern captivating you.

"You have a beautiful home, Sir."

"Thank you, love. Be careful, I just waxed in here yesterday and it's still a bit slippery. Please, follow me."

"Yes, Sir." You watched the way he seemed to stiffen in front of you as you passed the staircase into a hallway. Sir. Sir, Sir, Sir. It did something to him, and you both knew it. You caught it as you spoke to him in his office, and now it was the only advantage you seemed to have over the man. How often you could use it before he realized that fact, however, remained to be seen.

As you followed him through the gorgeous dining room and into the kitchen to a door, your eyes couldn't help but travel down. You wondered how often a man his age worked out by himself. The pair of glutes covered by his shorts seemed to say often, and squats were a large part of his routine. The sound of a door opening interrupted your wandering mind.

 You looked down at the flight of stars in front of you, light coming from the bottom of them. Of course he'd lead you to the basement. It just had to be the damn basement! You paused, gripping the railing before going down the stairs, your bag occasionally brushing against the wall as William followed you. You walked down in silence until finally you reached the bottom of the stairs.

To your relief, it looked just like a normal home workout room. Dumbbells, benches, a stack of towels on a table, a treadmill and other cardio equipment, a soft matted floor…

And a wall of floor-to-ceiling-length mirrors.

You looked at your expression, watching as the tall man came behind you pulled a bench from the center of the room. The space was much more open now.

"Think of it like the Hart Dungeon, but far less violent."

…alright. You slipped off your shoes at placed them neatly by the table, getting a feel for the soft flooring through your socks.

"I trust you've been practicing your affirmations, dear?"

"Yes." 

"That's good." William nodded. He stood next to you now, his hands behind his back, looking at you through the mirror. The more you looked at him, the more you wondered. Standing right next to you reminded you of just exactly how large he was. This was the man who was going to help you hone your skills. 

This was also the man you spent hours fantasizing about with your hands down your leggings, but that's besides the point.

"Before we begin, can you recite them to me, please?"

"Huh?"

"Your affirmations, dear." 

"Oh, right." You took a deep breath. "'I am worthy of praise and recognition, I will not shame myself into believing otherwise'."

He nodded. "Good, good. I think we should first establish how to keep things safe here. When things become too much, I want you to tap out for me, okay? Or, a second option includes… a command, something that signals that I need to stop."

 "Blue." You said without hesitation.

"Blue?" He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

You nodded. 

"Then your word is "blue". I think I'll go with… "violet" for tonight," he 

Violet. You wondered for a brief moment what his word was on any other night.

"I suppose we should start with basic warm ups." 

"Right." 

Things went well for the first half hour. You did some sit ups, push ups, jumping jacks. Though just doing simple warm ups, you watched every movement he made, studying the way his body moved. Everything was going fine.

Until he asked you to do a bridge. You did as asked, head pillowed by a folded towel on the floor as you bent backwards. You crossed your arms, the room upside down as you watched the man squat next to you, assessing you, eyes raking over your body. Your shirt had slipped down a little, revealing your midriff. You fought back the urge to cover yourself, though clearly his eyes seemed to be wandering.

"You have excellent form, Miss Y/N." 

"Thank you, Sir," you grunted as you raised your toes, a burning sensation already started to flow through your calves and thighs. You almost fell on your back as you felt a finger make its way up the bare skin of your stomach.

"A perfect arch…"he dragged his finger up -or, considering your position, down- more, stopping at the band of your bra and moving away. You watched as he got up, looking at a stopwatch. "Over a minute, that's impressive, dear. You can get out of it now."

You twisted your body, falling gracelessly onto your stomach. You got up quickly, tucked your shirt in and dusted yourself off.

For maybe the next hour, you worked. You tussled, you grappled, you worked on leg sweeps, on kip-ups, things you were familiar with, things you had been studying and doing for years as you listened to his advice and pointers. Still, at everything he surprised you with his quickness, with his strength.

"I truly don't believe you need help with your arm bar, dear. Any other day it's perfect, this week your shoulder just prevented you for locking it in." William brushed his hair back from in front of his face, forehead slick with sweat as you broke apart for a bit.

"Thank you. What about the stretch muffler?" You asked as you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand.

"That as well. I've seen you win matches with its standing variation. Again, there is always room for improvement. But I don’t believe you need to focus on that right now."

"Then…what should we try next?"

"Well, what move have you struggled with in the past?"

"Um…" you thought about it. You weren't much of a high-flyer, so countering moves like that was always difficult. Yet without a ring, and considering both of your move-sets, there wasn't much hope on working on that tonight. There could be something else…

"There's this kind of, um… this move, the Dragon Sleeper…"

"Hmm. Yes, Mercedes defeated you once with a variation of it… alright." He tugged at the front of his shirt. "Let's see what we can do with that."

"Alright." You nodded. You got into a defensive stance, as did he.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

You were absolutely not ready. Once again, he got you completely off guard as your knee was kicked out from under you. You were now on the ground on top of him, your back to his chest and his arm around your throat. You stared up at the ceiling as the air began to leave your lungs, as you grasped at his arm. 

You fought to twist your body from his tight grip the feeling of being lightheaded coming back and leaving as he struggled to lock it in. You looked for an opening, air coming back to you quickly, and you found it, elbowing him enough for him to lose his grip. You couldn't read his expression, blinded by your hair that had come loose, only being able to hear a slight pant and grunt here and there as you fought to get an edge.

Your attempts were fruitless as he locked it in. You began to lose air yet again, gasping as your body was bent back with him. Your mind felt as if it was shutting off, the oxygen leaving your body, making you feel woozy. You found your focus slipping as a ringing hit your ears. You shut your eyes as you took deep, shuttering breaths. It was almost… calming in a way as you almost faded away. You hadn't even heard yourself submit until air suddenly hit your head again in a full rush…

 "Blue, bl-" you finally heard yourself beg weakly. 

You were let go, and he assisted you as you were laid back onto the matted floor. Your eyes fluttered back open as your head was gently placed onto the folded towel still on the floor.

"Fuck, I'm sor- sorry-"

"Don't apologize, just stay still." William murmured. His voice was calm and at level, but there seemed to be some urgency behind it. You did as you were told, laying back down as he hovered over you. His two fingers stayed pressed against your pulse. You listened as your heart pounded in your ears, the noise seemed to get louder as his thumb rubbed against your jawline. You watched his expression as his gaze was on your neck. His eyes narrowed, and you felt an odd pang of guilt at the worry in them.``I think…perhaps we should take a break."

Your hand, though quivering, found its way around his wrist. He gave you a surprised look. For instance, you thought of pulling it away, but settled for gripping it instead. "I'm fine."

"If you were fine, you wouldn't have needed your word, dear." His hand left your neck to slide under you, pressing against your back and to help sit you up. 

You nodded, looking down at your lap as he handed your water bottle to you.

You sat in silence, the only noise the gentle rattle of the air vents as he sat on the bench near the squat rack, on his phone, you on the floor. You sipped your water gingerly, taking glances of him out of the corner of your eye. You couldn't look right at him after that. He had almost choked you out. And you almost let him… because for a brief moment…

It felt good. You almost wish you hadn't submitted, almost wished he had used his hands instead. You shook the thought from your mind as you played with the scrunchie in your hand.

"You shouldn't pout like that, dear." His voice finally broke the silence, and you turned your head in his direction. He looked up from his phone at your reflection in the wall of mirrors. "There's no shame in needing to stop. You didn't have a choice. I'd rather you submit then continue on with something that could hurt you.``

"I know."

"Then what's with that expression I see?"

You shrugged, bringing your bottle back up to your lips. 

"Panic. Is that what overtook you in that hold?"

You nodded, looking away as you closed the lid to your bottle. Sure, let's go with that. Panic. 

"To feel panic in a posi- excuse me, a hold like that is completely understandable, flower. Though, sometimes it's not the position itself, but…how do I say this…"

"The…the situation?"

"Something like that, yes. Sometimes, it's the person that's performing the hold one may be the most fearful of. Afraid that they won't hold back, afraid of what…I'm sorry, this must sound like utter nonsense."

"No, it's alright, I think I get it." You finished his thought for him in your head. Afraid of what the other person could do to them, what they were capable of. Except you weren't afraid of him, at least not anymore.

William put his phone down and stood up. He walked to you and to your surprise dropped to one knee at your side. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Alright. One moment." He brought his hand back to your neck, two fingers yet again trailing down to locate your pulse. Though they were warm, a chill still found a way to creep up your spine. "That's odd, there doesn't seem to be much of a difference from when we stopped..." 

Oh, the indignity of being betrayed by your own body! Like before, his thumb brushed against your chin, and you followed his hand as it led you to look at him. "I'm not sure what the reason could be now… I figured that was a decent amount of time to calm down…" his voice was just a low murmur in your ear now, his eyes meeting yours.

Did he know? Did he know what he was doing?

You fought hard to ignore the twist in your lower stomach as he whispered in your ear…

"Do you have any idea how this could be, Miss Y/N?" 

He knew.

"I'm fine now, Sir," you said as you gently brought your hand up to cover his. You pulled his hand away, and he let you lower his arm back to its side.

"I don't doubt it," he nodded. For a moment, you could have sworn you saw a twinkle in his eye. It must have just been the lighting. "Let's continue, then. Would you like to try that move again? You almost broke the hold that time."

"No," You said quickly, way too quickly.  "I mean… do you mind if we try something else?"

"Of course not, dear."

You nodded, putting your hands up, and intertwined your hands with his. You locked up, both of you struggling to find a grip on the mat as you pushed back and forth. You felt yourself being bent back as hands still gripped yours, forcing you into a bridge. Your shoulders were down.

1…2… you lifted your arm,  breaking what could have been a three count in the ring. You watched your situation from the mirror, the room upside down as you found an opening.

Your turn. 

You put all your weight on one leg and kicked upwards into his abdomen with your other, knocking him off his feet and the wind out of him as he fell to a knee still gripping your hands as you fell to your back, your hands were now pinned down as he got over you. A leg on either side. 

"How are you going to get out of this hold, Miss Y/N?" The man above you asked. You watched the moment of his chest, until your eyes traveled upwards, stopping briefly at his lips to his nose to his eyes. The grip on one of your hands had loosened. You took your chance, bringing a hand to the back of his head, raking through his silken hair and pulling him down…

To press your lips against his.

 They were as soft as you suspected as you tilted your head and closed your eyes. You weren't surprised, just relieved to find him pressing back. You heard him groan softly as you nibbled against his lower lip. You opened your mouths to each other and melted into the kiss. You pulled apart, staring up at him.

"Why do you still call me 'Miss' ?"

"Why do you still call me 'Sir' ?" William chuckled

"I'm just… being respectful."

"Right." He dived back in, and as you moaned into the kiss, you found yourself switching positions with him, rolling so you were on top of him. You watched in the wall of mirrors as you pinned his hands down, closing your eyes again. You sat down, straddling his lap and leaning forward. You sighed as you tasted him on your tongue , moaning as you felt something rubbing between your legs. You grinded against him, and he moved his hips with yours, a hand escaping your grasp to pull you back down. Just as you had begun to trace over the scar above his lip with your tongue, he pulled away.

"Do you want this, Y/N?" He whispered as he nibbled your ear.

"What happens if I say no?"

"Nothing. I'll just wait for you to say yes someday, if you ever need me."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want this, William." 

"Hmm." He nodded. Resting his head back on the floor. "Top drawer of the stand with the towels on it, there's a box of condoms, flower. I had a feeling we'd end up like this."

"So did I." You got off of him and went to the drawer. "This means I can save the ones in my bag for another day." 

"Another day… Y/N, about that Dragon Sleeper…"

You stopped as you pulled a condom out. "Yeah?"

"Have you ever… I mean…"

"Only once. It's not something I'm used to but…"

"Would you like to learn how to get used to it, maybe on another day?"

You nodded. "On another day." You turned around and walked back to him. You sat back down over him again, moving his hair from in front of his eyes.

"How do you want me, Y/N? I think you deserve to pick what happens now."

"Just like this is fine." You murmured as you leaned back down to kiss him, one arm above his head, your other hand slipping up his shirt. Never in your weirdest dreams did you ever think you'd be in a position like this with him.  Especially not him being the one underneath you, sighing like he was in heaven as you rubbed a hand over his soft, broad chest. You felt his hands move to your shorts down. You undressed each other slowly, discarding your clothes in a not-so-neat pile next to you.

"Sir…"

"Yes, Y/N?" 

"You're…really…"

"So are you, dear. You're just…stunning…"

"Thank you," murmured as you tried to open the condom. Of course you were picking now to get anxious again, even with the shock of anticipation that warmed through you. You finally got it out and discarded the wrapper. You pulled it over his cock. It was a lot… thicker than you had imagined. Even as wet as you were you wondered if it would fit without a bit of extra help…

You brought your hand up and down his shaft, bringing your other between your legs to play with yourself. Whimpering as you pumped two fingers inside of your wetness, back and forth.

"Y/N…" William let out a moan as he turned his head, bringing a hand to cover his mouth as you continued to stroke him slowly.

"Are you alright, Sir?"

"Please…"

You nodded, stopping your teasing of him and yourself to steady your body, 

William Regal was begging, and he was begging for you.

You whine escaped your lips as you settled down onto his cock, feeling as it filled and stretched your walls. You stopped a few inches in to get used to it.

"Mmm," the man underneath you gripped your hips.

"Ready, Sir?"

"Yes." You moved your hips and rocked back and forth slowly, sighing as his cock moved in you, his hips meeting yours to create a steady rhythm. An extra shock of pleasure coursing through you each time you rubbed against his pelvis. The sound of skin against skin and flesh in flesh echoed off the walls of the room, as did the sounds of your moans and pants as he hit your core.

Your eyes trailed up, watching your reflection in the wall as your breasts bounced with each thrust and you bit your lip, but you mostly kept your eyes on him. A hand still firmly on his chest, you took his chin into your hand, gently turning his head to completely face you. His eyes slowly opened.  

"Look at me, Sir."

"Y/N-" He was interrupted by your lips pressing against his one more. You let him go, leaning forward and reaching back to gently guide his hand away from your hip to back above his head, pinning it down once more. You moaned as he opened his mouth to you again, kissing him slowly as you continued to bounce on his lap. You pulled away, panting, the trail of saliva connecting your lips quickly breaking.

"Am I doing good? D- does it feel-"

"It feels good." He murmured against your lips. 

"Raise your voice for me, Sir."

"It feels fucking fantastic~" 

"Mmm,  you feel so good too, Sir…"  "I'm so…close…" 

"Me too, flower…"

You continued for a few minutes more, or what felt like an eternity, until his movement slowed down as you felt him twitch in you, tossing his head back to pant and curse. Your own rhyme came to a stop as you clenched around him and sighed his name, warmth coursing through your body. With shaking arms, you steadied yourself and slowly lifted yourself off until he was out of you, surprised to find his arms wrapping around you to lay you on his chest. You welcomed the embrace though resting your head against it and wrapping your arms around him too.

"You've got a lot of stamina for a man your age," you murmured as you listened to the pounding of his still racing heart.

"Hmm, if only I had a nickel for everytime I heard that…"

You two laid together for a bit, then getting up to enjoy another round, him pounding you senseless from behind in front of the mirrors before showering together. By the time your "training" had finished for the evening it was well past midnight, and he insisted you stayed over. You took his offer, one of his shirts to sleep in (though you both knew damn well you had a change of clothes in your bag), and the room across the hall from his.

You laid alone in the middle of the large bed in the quiet dark room, thinking. About Io, about the women's championship, about Raquel, about William. Abou how comfortable his shirt was over your body and how you already missed the sound of his heartbeat. Almost an hour had passed as you tossed and turned restlessly,  before finally slipping out of bed and opening the door. You tiptoes across the hall, feeling the carpet under your feet before stopping in front of his. You took a deep breath and gave it a small knock.

"Come in."

You turned the handle, the door creaking as you slipped inside. You closed it shut. With just enough moonlight peaking through the blinds to guide you, you made it to the bed, slipping underneath the covers. Your chest was to his back, and you wrapped your arms around him. His hand found yours, giving it a tight squeeze.

"I'm gonna fight Io. And I- I won't let Raquel talk down to me again."

"Or Dakota?"

"Or…or anyone else. I'll try, at least."

"That's good. I'm very proud of you, my dear."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you." He placed a kiss against your forehead, giving your hand another squeeze. "Get some rest now, dear. "

"Yes, Sir."

-fin-

#william regal imagine #william regal #william regal x reader #william regal smut #nxt gm era

[doctorbrown]

"Emmett-- I've been meaning to ask you a question. I know it's-- well it may seem a bit inappropriate. But you're a forward-thinking man from the future." Clara's heart was pounding in hear ears as she spoke. It was a speech she'd been practicing for weeks now. On her walks to the general store, her days grading papers-- this was going to be a big step but it felt so right.

"What I mean to say is. I think the two of us should-- if you'd like to, at least-- become husband and wife." With that, she brandished a small hand-carved box. Inside which was a ring she'd milled herself. She was no blacksmith like Emmett, but she'd been able to whittle down a bit of wood into a smooth, round ring. Her cheeks were stained a red color-- it had taken the schoolmarm quite a lot of gumption to work up the courage for such a question.

Despite slotting in much easier among the residents of the Hill Valley of 1885 than he ever had with his present—future, from where he was currently stranded—peers, there was that incessant nagging in the back of his head that sometimes took on Marty's voice—Doc, we don't belong here!—and made him hesitant to truly forge lasting connections for fear of altering the timeline with no means of setting it right again.

But then, the months passed, space-time had not unravelled, and Clara had become a constant in his life. She had shared in his secrets, both in the workshop and out, listened to his talks and tales of the future eagerly, never reproached him his peculiarities, and Emmett had already done it once, said what the hell to the timeline—why shouldn't he do it again?

Saving her, as evidenced by something so innocuous as Clayton Ravine never being named as such—though Emmett had to admit seeing it named Eastwood Ravine in Marty's honour brought both a pang of loneliness and a touch of amusement—had meant she, too, was out of time, and it was almost as if Fate had orchestrated this purposefully.

The days simply didn't feel right without Clara's companionship and to imagine life without her was akin to torture.

Emmett had so rarely ever entertained the notion of falling in love, let alone falling in love at first sight, dismissing it as romantic nonsense, the stuff of poetry and classic literature, until he'd saved Clara from a most unfortunate fate. In that moment, looking into her eyes, he had finally understood what they meant with all those descriptions of being struck by lightning or an oncoming vehicle at high speeds.

So now, as Clara pushes the box gently into his hands, Emmett feels himself once again being struck by the eight-AM train going full-speed, temporarily knocking out his ability to form a coherent sentence. How could he, with the sound of his own heart beating in his ears? His mouth falls open in surprise and he has half a mind to pinch himself to see if he's really just dreaming, but the thought that this might all end if he does has him holding back, clinging to the box instead.

❝Marriage! Are you absolutely certain, Clara?❞ Emmett says, the words coming unbidden. The last thing he should be doing is giving her reasons to change her mind, but he needs to be certain this is exactly what she wants, that she has no lingering doubts about what this next step will mean.

It occurs to him then to open the box, to make this real, knowing already what would be inside.

❝Of course I—I mean, I❞—good God, Emmett, pull yourself together, you've never been this nervous in your life; acting like some schoolboy...what a thing love is!—❝Clara, I would love nothing more than to marry you. We will make it official, if that's what you want—send out all the necessary announcements, make the arrangements for the wedding—and I'll have a ring for you within a few weeks' time.❞

#OKAY BUT CLARA ASKING FIRST IS SO FITTING I'M #S T O P I'M GONNA DIE #doc you've never done anythign the conventional way in your life so why start now #you waited too long so she had to say it first #doc vc: you're absolutely sure right because i am please just humour me clara #doc she made you a ring smh of course she's sure good god #i'm also sorry i can't ever write anything that doesn't turn into a novel I WAS JUST OVERCOME BY EMOTIONS FOR THESE TWO #nerdynanny #&; i‚ doctor emmett l. brown... 「 ic 」 #huh i thought i had a tag for the old west #WELL I'LL HAVE ONE EVENTUALLY

[luffysmeat]

I'm sorry for the long wait, love! I hope you enjoy this! I hope these are not too ooc? And I think I also change the main prompt a little bit... Hehe I'm sorry

Ace

"What's the matter?"

You've know Marco for years now to know when he's hiding something for you. He clears his throat and avoids looking at you and Ace as he scribbles down in one of his notebooks.

"Sometimes," he starts, his hands moving a bit as he tries to explain the situation. "Especially when it's the first pregnancy... There are risks of, uh, losing the baby." He stops talking to let you both understand what he's saying.

You really want to not understand.

"You are healthy, the baby is healthy, too, but," he gulps. "Things just can suddenly change."

"Then what should we do?" Ace steals the words out of your mouth and Marco flinches when you look at him with expectant eyes.

"Well, we should just continue. [Name] should take her medication and come over to get her check ups." He looks at you with a gentle smile, reaching out to grab your hand. "Let's just hope for the best."

You nod, squeezing his hand softly.

"Oi, don't touch her hand." Ace slaps Marco's hand away and that makes you laugh a little.

However, even after you retreat with Ace back to your room at night and you both are laying in bed, ready to fall asleep, your mind is full of thoughts.

What if we lose this baby?

"Then we'll cry for them and we'll love them until then of the times."

Would that mean I am not a good mother?

"If you were a bad mother, you wouldn't be so worried about our baby."

This is your offspring!

"And I would like to have many more with you."

Will you hate me if we lose them?

"Never, I would never hate you."

Two months later, the emptiness in your womb almost drives you crazy. At sixteen weeks, your belly had barely grown and you weren't able to feel the baby kick or move around yet, however, laying in bed with your hand placed on your empty stomach, you notice the warmth that once gathered in your insides, was long gone.

You think this is a bit crazy: You couldn't possibly miss someone that you've never met, but now that it was gone, you feel your heart shattering into pieces.

"I am sorry."

"This is not your fault," he reassures with a gentle smile on his face and his warm hands holding yours. "We did our best. I'm sure our baby is happy about it."

You nod, a soft smile on your face. "I love you."

"I love you too." He kisses your forehead. "We still have lots of time to try again."

And time does what time does best: it passes and passes, not waiting for anyone nor anything, and, as time follows its endless course, you start to wonder if you really will be able to procreate a child with Ace. Marco did mention that it was going to be a bit difficult to get pregnant again, but you never thought it would take even years now.

You also never thought that it would come a time where you would be living a live without Ace. He was there one moment: free and with the biggest smile on his face for seeing his little brother, but, in a blink of an eye, he wasn't there anymore, and that pleased smile on his face only caused more pain for you.

"I'll stick to you from now own," you say to Marco once everything was over and your eyes couldn't cry more tears anymore, your throat raw.

"Then you'll be this doctor's helper," he answers and you both leave.

And time passes by again, one, two, three weeks and not only sadness swirls inside your chest, leaving you breathless at night, but also guiltiness. Did Ace... Really die just like that? Did he just leave without giving something to this world? Did he-

"What did you say?"

He can't also believe his own words. "You are pregnant."

"... F-for how long?"

"Eight weeks," he says looking at you with wide eyes. "That means... You were pregnant before..."

You wrap your arms around your belly. It's barely there, but the so known warmth starts to spread inside your womb.

Ace, we did it. We actually did it! We're gonna have a baby.

"I will take care of it with my live."

Your father was the best.

Shanks

"Are you insane?! Why did you do this?!"

His words surprise you to the core. "What?" You spat out. "This is not my fault. Do you know how these things happen? There's pregnancy if there's sex and I'm sure I'm not the only one in bed when that happens!"

The mere word, pregnancy, makes him cringe out of his skin. He looks at you with wide and desperate eyes, his hands moving around as he speaks. "I- I know but... I'm not ready!"

"Do you think I am?!" You try to soften your voice, this is what you wanted to avoid: having a fight with him. "I'm scared, Shanks! What will happen with this baby?"

"... Ger rid of it," he firmly says and it pains your heart to hear the tone of his voice. It is an order.

However, you wrap an arm around your belly, surprising him. "This is your child, I will not get rid of it."

"What do you mean with that?! Do you think we're ready to have children?!"

"We are not! I know we are not, but I will not give this child's life away." Tears threaten to fall down your eyes, but you hold them back. "It's yours, Shanks! Even if we didn't want it... It is the result of the love we give to each other! This is the result of the love I give to you, so even if I'm not ready, I will not give its life away."

"Are you listening to yourself right now, [Name]? You are saying nonsense! Do you think the sea is a good place to raise a child? Can't you see there's danger even when we're not in land?"

"Then I'll leave."

"What?"

"I'll leave in the next island and I will take care of this child there."

He laughs humorlessly. "So you are saying you can take of a child in your own?"

"I am sure I can, if you don't feel like taking care of it, then I'll do it."

"Fine! If you want to keep it, keep it! But I don't want you crying because it died-

He stops right away and your tears finally spill out of your eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, [Name]-chan. I didn't mean to-

"Yes you did," you say, cleaning up the tears with your arm. "I'm sorry this baby is such a burden for you, Shanks. I'll not bother you with it anymore."

"No, please, [Name], this is not-

He shuts his mouth, seeing you walking away from him. He lets out a long sigh. Shanks can't just believe how everything got out of control. From the moment you told him you are pregnant, words that he didn't mean to say slipped out of his mouth.

For starters, he is happy. Are you really carrying his offspring? He knows you'll be the most amazing mom out there. He is happy, but he's also scared. His a pirate, for god's sake! There are quiet the amount of people after his head that will not hesitate on taking whatever is dear to him, but damn, you are the stubborn one, and he knows that better than anyone.

Once something is on your head, you will not let go of it until you have done your job, so he tries. He tries to accept the child you carry in your womb and he convinces you that he will do his best, even if he doesn't feel ready at all. You both will do your best.

"Risky?"

"Yes," you mumble, rubbing your belly lovingly. "Because this is my first pregnancy, there are risks of me losing the baby."

"What do we... Have to do then?"

"See what happens..." You say, looking at him and Shanks feels his insides melting. You are so beautiful. "I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"If I lose this baby, I will feel devastated. You probably wouldn't want to touch me again to avoid me to get pregnant aga-

His arms are suddenly around you, holding you tightly against his chest. "Don't say that. Please, don't say that. I am sorry for what I said before. I love you, I love you with my life and I'm sure I'll love this child of ours until the end of my days." His words calm you down, make you feel safe and warm and love... But they are not enough to stop destiny.

You lose your child a couple of weeks later, and as you said, you are devastated. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

"This is not your fault. This is not your fault, [Name]," he assures you, holding you close to him. "You took care of yourself and the baby as best as you could."

"It wasn't enough."

"It was more than enough. This kind of things happen and we can't do anything to stop them."

His words do help you get better about the accident, but more worries overwhelm you now that the baby is gone. Will Shanks... Be okay with being with you again?

"Did you love it?" You ask at night, as he kisses your neck hungrily, but shyly and nearly scared. "The baby."

He brushes your ear with his lips. "I didn't love it... But I really wanted to hold it and love it as much as you did." He cleans the tears falling wetting your cheeks. "I'm still... Scared of having a baby, I will not lie, but, let's try this out, [Name]. We'll see what happens when the time comes."

You both try and try and try and after a couple of years you just didn't worry about it. Didn't even mention anything to Shanks again, scared that he might be dissapointed of you. You just gave up the idea completely and continued living your life like always.

"Are you sure you are okay?"

"Yes, I just feel a bit nauseo- ugh!"

Shanks grabs your hair and rubs your back soothingly. "Take it easy, love. Don't hold back."

He's worried. Recently you've been vomiting in the morning, refusing to eat anything at all, but then wanting to eat the whole ship during the day. Really, he always catches you eating! How many people are you feeding the-

"[Name]... Are you pregnant?"

You lift your head immediately to look at him with wide eyes. Tears fall from your eyes as a big smile pulls at the corners of your mouth, Shanks pressing a loving kiss on your forehead.

Pregnant!

#portgas d. ace #akagami no shanks #one piece #one piece scenarios #portgas d. ace scenario #akagami no shanks scenario #r: things #r: scenarios #long post

[raindrop-on-a-spiderweb]

God's in his Heaven

Still waiting for my laptop to get here... starting to get afraid it might be lost in the mail 😬 I tried to upload this a couple times before and the connection has been bad today so it destroyed my drafts. Crossed fingers!

Anyway, here is the next Young!Patience chapter. Warnings for major creepiness.

***

A neatly manicured finger ran down her homework, which was smudged and stained and scribbled over. The only sound in the room was the tick-tock of the clock.

Patience stood still, hands joined behind her back. She shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for the time to be over. He studied the paper, his porcelain face blank and passive, before he smiled and his dark blue eyes lit up.

He said, "Very good. Your fractions are improving."

She heard him stand up and move over, and flinched as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You can go play outside for a while." 

***

When she had arrived in Mr. Borghese's mansion, she had not been cooperative. She still wasn't. But she was better.

At first he had taken away her belongings and locked her in a bedroom downstairs. He only entered in order to rape her, and after a while the timeless sun setting and rising blurred in her mind, and her loneliness got to her, and she promised to be good if he let her out. He smiled and did so, and she tread lightly around him.

She learned to be afraid of him, and fast.

When he took her out, he expected her to be his perfect little girl. She could growl and grouch as much as she wanted, but she had to smile for the cameras and lie down with him when he wanted to. The lying down was the worst part. It didn't hurt as much as it did the first time, but it still made her sick and uncomfortable. She could barely sleep when he was breathing beside her. To make it better on herself, sometimes she pretended he was her father and cuddled close to him.

St. Joseph's was better than high school, but that wasn't saying much. The students ignored her, and the teachers treated her nicely because of her adopted father, but at least people left her alone. If she wanted to cry by herself in the gym room because Mr. Borghese had wanted to sleep with her early in the morning and she could feel his wet spend sleeping through her skirt during her classes, then people would leave her alone.

Church was worse. He kept her close to his side the entire time, monitoring her interactions with others. She hated being in the Church of the Holy Virgin--her old churches had been small, cozy, made of balsam wood and slowly burning candles, and she had known everyone there. Here, everyone seemed to speak a different language, and the congregation changed each week, although what didn't change was that everyone seemed to know Mr. Borghese.

The first time she had been in confession, she was perplexed that Mr. Borghese didn't give her any instructions, nor accompany her into the booth. But she spilled herself anyway. She told the priest that he forced her whenever he pleased, that he told her she would have his baby and that she was destined to be his housewife whether she wanted it or not. She even told the priest that she had seen him kill her parents--and her voice had broken and she had peered out of the shade at him, leaning against the church dome in his black suit, his hands behind his back.

She held an impossible hope that the Father had called the police, even through the long limousine ride back, and it was only when Leonardo turned the key to the lock of the front door did she realize what she had done wrong.

"There is not a single person you have met who does not answer to me," he said softly. "And every word you told that priest enters my ears."

The priest had seemed so nice. So sympathetic. His voice had even broken a few times. 

"He..."

"He will tell me everything." He sat down on his armchair and spread his arms. "Give your daddy a kiss."

She looked at him, rooted to the spot and fists clenched, and eventually, out of fear, climbed onto his lap.

He was warm and smelled flowery, a scent she had become to despise. He shifted her on his lap, settling in until her crotch snugged deeply into his own. He always liked her in this position. Right above his cock. 

"How long has it been since you had your monthly?"

There was that typical question. She lied and said, "I'm having it right now."

"Bugiarda. You had it almost a week ago. Still trying to lie to me."

He began to pull her skirt up. He liked it when she wore her uniform. It was neat--he ironed it every night--with a white blouse and a shirt skirt that reached just past her knees.

Patience wanted to cry. Big, wet, sobbing tears. But instead she pressed her face into his shoulder and let him do what he wanted.

When he finally let her go, she ached and throbbed. "Go to your room. I'll come up later and bring you some cocoa."

She did so without complaining.

***

The next day was a Monday. She was watching cartoons on the TV after school, her favorite, Rocky and Bullwinkle.

A man came in. Tall, stubble on his chin. He stated at her with a mixture of suspicion and sympathy. She recognized him. "Goose Eppy?"

"Giuseppe." He sat down beside her, tan trench coat and all. He watched Rocky and Bullwinkle for a while, laughing at jokes he couldn't understand. "So you live with him now?" He said. "Where are you from?"

"Massachusetts," she muttered.

After an uncomfortable silence, he said, "Ah, Massachusetts. My family is Neapolitan."

"That's bullshit."

"Pardon?"

"Neopolitan is made-up. It's an ice cream, not a place."

Giuseppe stared blankly at her, but was saved from answering by Leonardo entering the room. They spoke briefly in Italian, then he stood up and left her, leaving her to watch Rocky and Bullwinkle by herself, but with her ears pricked. 

Patience ran to the locked door, then pressed her ears against it. Their voices were fading as they left down the stairs. 

She went around the vast wooden mansion. It was far too big for her to explore, even if she had wanted to. But she he found a grate to the cellar hidden beneath a tall tuft of grass, and it was so rusted she pried it open and wriggled in.

The edges of the grates dug into her breasts, but she wriggled on, until she came to a wire air conditioning unit, which she peered through.

She saw a clean metal room. Like a veterinarian's room. Giuseppe and Leonardo were talking to each other in Italian beside a metal wheeling cart. Something covered with a black bag was on it.

Patience narrowed her eyes. It smelled like disenfectant in there.

Kneeling was beginning to hurt. She had to sit with her knees together, or else she would hurt between her legs. He never gave her any time to heal.

Giuseppe pulled the black bag off with a flourish, and what Patience saw made her heartrate skyrocket. It was a human--naked, his face battered beyond recognition. It didn't even look like a face. It was a mass of black and blue.

Patience pressed her hands over her mouth. She wiggled backwards until her knees reached the grass.

The face of the man kept flashing in her mind. She hugged her knees and looked back at the air conditioning grate. What had she gotten herself into?

***

Patience twisted her hands in her skirt. The waiting was making her nerves heighten. "Why does it have to kill the bunny?"

"Do you want a pet bunny?"

"No! I just don't want the bunny to die!"

"Don't you want to find out if you're having a baby?"

"I do, but..." she hated the thought of living with the fear of having to drop out of school, but she liked bunnies.

The doctor, a man with a thick Santa Claus beard, came out. "The tests were negative."

She wilted in relief. One cautious glance at Leonardo, and his mouth had tightened somewhat. "Very well. Thank you for running the tests, Heinrich."

He had to meet a friend at a restaurant downtown. She wasn't hungry, so he let her wander around the shops ("stay where I can see you").

Patience wandered around, peering through a toy shop. Stuffed animals and train sets, little kid stuff. Leonardo kept her room well-stocked with those, like she was an eight-year-old or something. She was more interested in fashion magazines and singers like Frank Sinatra, to his trepadation.

The minutes ticked by, to her annoyance. How long was he taking? Stupid jerk was probably having one of his long-winded boring conversations that he had with his friends.

Patience turned a corner and something caught her eye.

Like a golden altar, it sat there. Blue painted eyes and pink quirked lips. An hourglass waist and a blue shoulderless dress. Fresh and vibrant and fashionable and so cool.

She couldn't stop staring. When Leonardo came to look for her she was still staring.

"Can I get this?" She said. She never asked for anything, but she REALLY wanted this.

When Leonardo saw, his lips curled. "Don't you want a baby doll instead? I'll get you any baby doll you want."

"No. I want this."

"It's too expensive," said Leonardo, who was a millionaire. "Come on. We need to get home in time for dinner. I'll take you here some other time."

Leonardo towed her out, her still protesting, and she was sullen as she got in the car and headed home. He put on her favorite station and tried to sweet-talk her, but she ignored him.

Halfway home he slammed on the breaks and pulled into an alley.

Leonardo closed his hand around her jaw and yanked her face to look at him.

"You will never," he said to her quietly, "Be like that Barbie doll. You will never be blonde. You will never have a boyfriend. You will never "hit the sunset strip" or whatever nonsense that is. Your destiny is to be a housewife and mother. My housewife and mother."

Her eyes were watering at his iron-hard grip on her jaw. He put his mouth next to her head until his warm breath washed over her ear.

"You will never go to college. You will never be a police officer or lawyer like you keep whining about wanting to be. You will have a baby after you finish at St. Joseph's, and you will be my wife like you were meant to be, as is the best you could have hoped for in your useless life. And you will be satisfied with it."

He let her go, and she rubbed her jaw, tears starting in her eyes.

His voice turned soft. "You can have some ice cream when we get back, how does that sound?" He said. She started ahead, tears blurring her eyes like rain on a windshield.

She thought about Barbie, but the painted face seemed so far away now. Blond and smiling and happy, not the pale, freckled, trembling little girl in the passenger's seat.

I guess he is right, some part of her whispered. I'll never be Barbie. I'll never ride in a convertible or flirt or go to college.

All I can do is dream.

***

The phone sat there, black and shiny. 

She had the napkin hidden under her mattress. She had memorized the numbers. She agonized and agonized, aware of the time ticking away, before she picked it up.

Leonardo was becoming discontented. She was not conceiving, and was due to graduate St. Joseph's with honors. She had already had several scholarship offers. He had made her stay home from school several times during exams, to sleep with him and force his seed deep down. She could see her life closing in on her, and so she strove in school, aching to attend a university, any university, as long as she could get away from him.

The cords to all the other telephones were disconnected. She knew this was the only chance she had.

Patience dialed the numbers, heart thumping. She was praying desperately for that rough, growly voice to answer, but a different voice spoke from the other end.

"Pronto?"

"Uh," she said, startled at the unfamiliar voice.

"Chi parla?"

"I..."

"Who is this?" Growled the voice.

"I want to talk to Salvatore Mallozzi."

"Who do you think you are, to talk to the boss?"

"I--"

The dial tone rang dully in her ear.

"Salvatore Mallozzi?" said a gentle voice beside her. "Just who do you think you're talking to?"

#bonus chapter

[deekersdiaperpage1988]

Bill"

BY CODY MATTHEW JAMES

III 2/8/05 Chapter 1 HOW WE MET BILL This story is purely fictional. Any relation of names to anyone living or dead is purely coincidence. All chapters must be read in order to maintain the context of this story. ENJOY! C.M.J. III "Here, let me help you with that," the voice sprang up from behind me. I lost my grip on the mattress my mom and I were moving into our new apartment. "You shouldn't be moving something that heavy ma'dam," the man said to my mom. I turned to see a guy walk past me and take the front end of the mattress from my mother's hands. "You shouldn't be using those lovely hands in that manner." "Oh…we really don't need any help…sir." my mom said. "My name is Bill," he said as he helped me carry the mattress into our apartment. "Scotty and I can handle moving our furniture Mr.…Bill," my mom said. "I've got a few minutes so I can give you a hand Miss…Mrs…" "Mrs. McCormick." my mom filled in. "And where would you like us to put this fine mattress Mrs. McCormick." Bill asked. "Through the hall, bedroom on the right please." "Done." Bill said. We placed the mattress on the box spring and walked back into the living room. "By the way, my name is Bill Stiles. I live in apartment 22 G, upstairs Mrs. McCormick." "Oh, please call me Jeanne." "I think Scotty and I can take care of the rest of the furniture Bill," my mom said as she put the pillows on the couch. "Nonsense Mrs. McCormick, I mean Jeanne. I just got off work and I was going to do my weight lifting when I got home. If I help Scotty bring in the rest of the furniture, I will be killing two birds with one stone." My mom blushed when Bill winked at her. "Come on Scotty. We can have this done in a few minutes." Bill said as he placed his hand on my shoulder and led me back out the front door. When we got to the carport, Bill took off his dark brown sports jacket and laid it on the front seat of my mom's car. I grabbed the last box of kitchen utensils and watched Bill pick up the heavy coffee table. I could see his arm muscles bulge inside his light blue long sleeve shirt as he lifted the table up and start walking to the apartment. "What do you do for a living Scotty?" Bill asked me as we walked down the long hallway. "I..." "Don't tell me...My E.S.P. says you are in the U.S. Air Force and you're a pilot in one of those jet fighters." "No, I'm..." "I know. You're an adviser for President Bush, right?" Bill asked. "No, I go to..." "You're a world famous college professor and you took some time off so you could help you mother move. Right." Bill interrupted me again. "NO! I go to school." I answered quickly. "Oh. Which school do you go to Scotty, Cal Tech, U.S.C., U.C.L.A.? "No, I will be going to Lone Hill elementary school this fall." "You're pulling my leg Scotty. I thought you were about twenty two years old." "When was the last time you saw a four foot almost one inch tall twenty two year old Bill?" "Last week I saw a three foot tall three year old." Bill said as we walked into the apartment. As we entered the apartment, Bill said "I take it Mrs. McCormick, the coffee table goes in front of the sofa." "You shouldn't have carried the heavy table all by yourself Bill...Scotty, why didn't you give him a hand?" Before I could answer my mom, Bill said "He's the supervisor. You can't ask the supervisor to give you a hand Mrs. McCormick." I really liked Bill now I thought to myself, he had a sense of humor and a great imagination. 'Let's go and finish off that trailer so your mom can get it back to the rental yard sport." Bill said. As we headed back out the door I told Bill "I'll see you out back in a minute. I need to do something first." "Okay see you out back Scotty." As Bill was heading to the carport, I went to my bedroom. When I looked in, I was glad my mom didn't make me take the sheet off the mattress this morning so she could wash it. The last thing I wanted Bill to find out was that I wet my bed. "Mom, don't take the sheet off my bed. I'll wash it later." I was glad that it was dark last night when we moved my bed and dresser over here from our old apartment. No one saw us move it in. We kind of snuck it in last night so they would not see the stains on my mattress. I had a great time my last night at our old apartment, sleeping in a sleeping bag with my best friends Matt and Kyle. It was kind of a going away party last night for my mom and me at our old apartment. I was going to miss Matt and Kyle, but my mom said there were some kids living in our new apartment building that were about the same age as me. If Bill looked into my room, all he would see is a mattress with a sheet on it that needed a blanket, and bedspread. "Bill, are there any kids in this apartment building about my age?" I asked as I caught up to him. "Kevin lives next door to me. He's about eight years old." "I was thinking about someone about eleven to twelve years old." "Well, there is a boy, his name is Samone. He lives upstairs in the rear about here." Bill said as he pointed to the ceiling over his head. "How old is he?" "He's about your age Scotty, eleven or twelve, but I need to tell you something about him first." "What?" Bill turned so he was facing me. "Samone is what they call mentally challenged. Do you know what that means Scotty?" "Sure, it means his brain is not working like it normally should." "I couldn't have said it better myself Scotty." "I had to work with some kids like that when we were filming a commercial for a PBS station one time." I told Bill "You're in commercials Scotty?" "Yeah, my mom tries to get me modeling jobs and some commercials every now and then to make ends meet as she says." "What kind of commercials have you done?" Bill asked as we walked back to the apartment. "Did you ever see a commercial about life insurance, almost five years ago. The husband and wife were talking about getting more life insurance as they stood over a crib looking at the kid sleeping." "Can't really say I did." "Oh, the camera was on me all the time and you could only hear the parent's voices in the back ground. They never showed the parents at all." "And the boy turns over onto his side and puts his thumb in his mouth?" Bill said. "Right, my thumb and mouth." Bill stopped in the hallway, and as I stood there for a second, he studied me. "That was you in the commercial Scotty. I remember those eyes." "Yeah, I did that one when I was six years old" "How did you land the job?" "My mom needed some money to make the rent, and they couldn't get any of the other kids to turn onto their side on cue. I was in the same studio auditioning for a shoe commercial when the life insurance sponsor saw me." "Did you get the shoe commercial too?" "No, my feet were too small, but with the insurance commercial we made the rent for about six months." "What about the PBS commercial, what was that about?" "That was a freebee my mom says. She wanted to get me more exposure on TV, so I was in a commercial about autism. It was entitled 'I have feelings too' "Sounds like you have had an interesting life so far Scotty." "What do you do for a living Bill?" "I'm into advertising, drawing up advertisements for a wine company, and I do advertising for some beer companies, too." "Need an almost eleven year old beer pusher?" "No, but we are expanding into some different fields this fall. How are you mechanically?" "I like to take things apart to see how they work, why?" "We just branched out into mechanical field last week. Think you could hold up the golden gate bridge in your hands Scotty?" "In one hand with my other tied behind my back." I said jokingly. "Where would you like me to put these lamps Mrs., I mean Jeanne?" "Those two go on either side of the couch, and that one goes in Scotty's bedroom." my mom answered. "I'll take that to my room Bill." I said as I put the last box down on the couch, and then Bill handed me the lamp. I took the lamp to my room and put it down on the nightstand. As I looked around the room, I saw the sliding closet door was open. When I looked down at the cardboard box, it was clearly marked: Diapers and plastic pants. I closed the closet door quickly slamming it against the doorstop. "Scotty, are you okay in there?" "Yeah, these closet doors close so easy, not like the ones at our old apartment." As I walked back into the living room, Bill was at the front door waiting for me. As we headed out back one last time, I asked Bill about swimming in the pool. He told me it was for the tenants and their guests use only, and the pool was heated year round. I ask him about the blond girl I saw swimming in the pool last weekend when my mom and I came over to sign the rental agreement. Bill told me her name was Cathy, and she was going to start collage this fall. When Bill saw the interest I was showing in learning more about her, he said that maybe he could get her to baby sit me sometime. I told Bill that I was almost eleven, but in my mind, I wouldn't mind her babysitting me anytime no matter how old I was. It was almost noon before Bill and I finished unloading the trailer and car. Everything was now in our new apartment. My mom thanked Bill and told him she was going to take him out to dinner as soon as we were settled for all his help. "I guess I'd better hit the road so you and Scotty can get settled in Jeanne." Bill said. "Bill. I'll walk out with you. I need to move my car." my mom said. As they left, I looked around the apartment. It was a big mess, but we were finally moved in. I went to my room and lay down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I was so tired from being up early this morning. "Hey kid, crashing on me?" "No, I'm just tired from all this moving." "I need to get the trailer back, and I thought we could do lunch at McDonalds after." my mom said. "Naw, I thought I would take a nap for awhile. I guess the hot weather got to me." "Hey, are you coming down with something Scotty? My mom asked as she felt my forehead. "I don't think so." "You do have a little temp. Maybe you had better take a nap." I turned over on my side when my mom said "You forgetting something Scotty?" 'Mom, do I have to?" "Yes, we can't afford to buy you a new mattress yet, and besides, you don't have the mattress protector on your bed yet." I turned over onto my back and just lay there. "You're going to make me do all the work ,you little stinker?" "Do you like Bill?" I asked her "He's nice and pleasant…Where are your diapers, baby?" "In the closet on the left……What did you talk to Bill about when you went to move the car?" "Oh, a bunch of everything." "Like what?" "I told him I was looking for a sitter for you Scotty." "But mom, I'm almost eleven years old, I don't need a sitter." "Remember what we talked about last week?" "Yeah, I know you're working more hours but…." "No buts. Some nights I'll be getting home late, and I don't want anything bad to happen to my bright, good looking, honest, hard working sweet, precious, baby." "Aw mom." "What, you aren't my sweet precious baby?' she said as she took out two cloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants from the box in the closet. "If Matt and Kyle ever heard that sweet precious thing, I would be dead meat at school…..or would have been, for an entire year." "Aw my poor little boy." she said as she pulled my pants down as I lay there on the bed. After she took my pull-ups off, she slipped the double cloth diaper under me and pinned it, then pulled the plastic pants over my feet, up and over my diapers. "You have a good nap, and I'll take the trailer back. Be back in a while Scotty and do not answer the door." I turned over onto my stomach and went to sleep. I woke up when I heard the sound of a pan hit the floor in the kitchen. I looked over at the window to make sure it was still open. It seemed awful hot in my bedroom, and it was weird that no one was in the swimming pool outside my bedroom window on this hot Sunday. When I reached down to my crotch, I felt the wetness. It was a good idea to diaper me before my nap, otherwise it would mean me sleeping on the couch again tonight while my mattress dried out. I got up off the bed and went into the kitchen to see what was up. "About time you woke up Scotty. I thought I was going to have to wake you up to tell you it was bedtime." "I guess I was more tired then I thought." "How do you feel?" "Okay I guess." My mom felt my forehead "Your temperature is up." "Aw, I feel okay." "You go over to the couch and lay down. I'll go get the thermometer and a blanket for you. Now move." I went over to the TV to get the remote, then to the couch and lay down as my mom returned. "Let's put this in your mouth, or would you like it in the other end?" she teased me as she put the thermometer in my mouth. She put the blanket over me as I fidgeted. "Need to have your diaper changed?" "Naw, it's okay." "You're telling me the truth Scotty?" "I need a change." I replied. "Cloth diapers or pull-on diapers?" "Cloth diapers." I answered. I kind of figured that my mom knew that I didn't mind wearing diapers since I had so many wetting accidents, As long as I can remember, my mom had tried to get me into diaper commercials. The last one I tried out for was a holiday print disposable diaper after I had turned seven years old. I felt so embarrassed until I saw the other kids trying out. Compared to them I was one of the smaller ones. When I had a sleep over at my house with Matt and Kyle last year, I didn't know how I was going to get my diaper on without them knowing. When my mom said it was bedtime, Matt asked me if my mom diapered me or if I did it myself. I was shocked that he knew, then he told me he could smell the pee, and the baby powder just like in his baby brother's room. Then Matt told me that Kyle still wet his bed, and that he liked to wear diapers too. After Kyle and I were diapered by my mom, Matt walked back into my bedroom from the bathroom, naked, and asked if he could join the diaper party. My mom put a double diaper on him, but Matt never admitted he liked to wear diapers like Kyle and I do. When I saw Matt's erection, I knew he liked wearing diapers. "All done" my mom said. I felt more comfortable now with a dry diaper on. My mom took the thermometer out of my mouth "You do have a temperature, kid. Looks like your going to have to take it easy tomorrow." "I wanted to help unpack mom." "If your temp gets any higher, I'll have to take you to the doctor. Now, how about some dinner." "Like what?" "Since you didn't want McDonalds this afternoon, I got us some fish and chips." "When do we eat?" I said as I sat up quickly. Fish and chips were my favorite, even over hamburgers. "It's almost five o'clock now, how about in ten minutes?" When I smiled at her, she knew my answer. As we sat on the couch eating dinner and watching TV, my mom said "About your sitter, I talked to the apartment manager and he suggested that I hire Cathy Heather to look after you until school starts this fall. How do you feel about that Scotty?" I still thought that I was too old for a baby sitter, but when she mentioned Cathy, I was for that. "I guess its okay." I said. It was nine o'clock when I went to bed. Mom changed my damp diaper, and put clean sheets on my bed. She tucked me in, then kissed me on the forehead. I laid there after the light went out thinking about Matt and Kyle. They were probably sitting in front of the TV playing with Matt's game boy "Hey baby, going to sleep all morning?" my mommy asked as she sat down on my bed "Huh?' I said as I turned onto my back. "Need to take your temp, and by the way, Cathy is here to meet you." "Mom, I'm still in my…." "Hi Scotty. I'm Cathy Heather. I'll…" I pulled the covers over my head as fast as I could. "Looks like you have a shy son Mrs. McCormick." "Not really, we just caught him at a bad time." "Come on Scotty, let's see those pretty hazel eyes your mom told me about." Cathy said. "No." "I think he's embarrassed because he slept in his bare necessity's last night Cathy." "So we have a little Moglie here, you know, the boy from the Jungle book story." Cathy said "I think your right Cathy." "Scotty, I've been baby sitting most of my life, and I've seen everything." "Wanna bet." I said under my breath. "Come on Scotty, I need to take your temperature now, OR WE COULD DO IT THE OTHER WAY." my mom threatened. I pulled the sheet and blanket down to my neck, and there she stood. That beautiful blond haired girl that, some how I had fallen madly in love with even thought I'd only seen her once in her yellow bikini. Those blue eyes looking down at me and the perfect smile on that goddess sent tingles through my body. Her breasts were just the perfect size to match her fantastic body. "Are you done checking her out Scotty?' my mom asked. "Yeaaaah,…I mean no…..I mean I wasn't checking her out." "Sure, now if you could roll that tongue back into your mouth, I could put the thermometer under it." my mom remarked I felt my face getting red as Cathy was giggling while she looked around my room. "I will see you Wednesday morning Scotty…… Mrs. McCormick, I need to take off to sign up for my collage classes now. We can talk later, if we need too." Cathy said. "Thanks for stopping by Cathy, and please call me Jeanne." "Adios Scotty." Cathy said as she left. When I heard the front door close behind her, I said "Mom, why did you invite Cathy over so early. I'm still in my diaper, and the last thing I want her to find out…..Mom, did you already tell her that I wear diapers?" "No baby, I was going to leave that up to you." "How am I going to get ready for bed Wednesday night without her finding out?" "You can always say goodnight, come to your room, and put them on yourself sweetheart." "Yeah, I guess I wasn't thinking. How's my temperature mom?" "It's down, but not enough for you to mess around today. I want you on that couch watching TV, understand." "Yeah." "Let's get you changed. What do you want to wear today?" "Pull-ups." "Which ones?" she asked as she went thru my dresser. "Surprise me." I had my plastic pants down, and my diaper off when she came back to my bed with the pull-ups "Pretty soon you won't be able to wear these anymore, but you will always be my little baby." "Aw mom." "Ready for some breakfast?" "Steak and eggs?" "In your dreams kid, cereal and milk." After I had breakfast, I lay down on the couch and watched TV. My mom was busy putting things away in our new apartment. I felt so guilty just laying there. "Mom, I'm bored. Can I help?" "No, I want you in tip top condition Wednesday when Cathy is here. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Cathy was a swim instructor at a school. Maybe she can teach you how to swim better." "I swim okay now that Mrs. Santos taught me last summer." "You could still us some improvement Scotty. Dog paddling is not what you call swimming." When it was lunchtime, my mommy made soup and sandwiches for us. After dinner, my mom surprised me with a warm bath then we watched the movie Daddy Day Care. My mom exchanged my pull-ups for a double diaper. Mom said my temp was near normal that night. When I woke up on Tuesday morning, I felt weird. I didn't know what it was until I rolled over onto my back and felt it squish up into my butt crack. When my mom came in, she knew what had happened by the smell. I was so embarrassed, but she led me to the bathroom and cleaned me up. She didn't ask me what I wanted to wear that day, she just put one of my bed wetter diapers on me and then a pair of plastic pants. I was confined to the couch most of the day watching cartoons while I still had a slight temp. By the time dinner rolled around, all the cardboard boxes were in the trash, and we were in our new apartment. As we sat done on the couch for dinner that night, my mom gave me the rules when Cathy was there. "When Cathy is here tomorrow, I want you to behave, and do everything she tells you to do. Don't argue with her. Try and be helpful because she is baby-sitting you for a lot less pay then I paid Mrs. Santos. Cathy also mentioned that she might be baby-sitting another child while she watches you Scotty. You can go to her apartment as long as she is there. Her apartment and Bill's are safe houses, remember what I told you about safe houses?" "Yeah, if I need help immediately I go to a safe house." I said. "Bill usually works nights, so he might be home during the daytime, and if you can't get to a safe house when you need one, what do you do?" "Yell fire as loud as I can, over and over." I replied. "You learn well." "I know, I was taught by the best teacher I know." I said as I looked into my mom's eyes. My mom started blushing until I said "Miss. Sweeney, my first grade teacher." My mom hit me upside my head with the pillow that I was using on the couch. "Get your butt in on your bed so I can get you ready for bed." my mom said then smiled. I grabbed my pillow and went to my room. "Baby, get one of the extra large towels and spread it on your bed." "Are you going to give me a massage tonight?" I yelled back. "Yes, I thought you might like one after all this moving we did." "I will." I said as I took out a towel out of the hall closet and spread it on my bed, then I took out two cloth diapers out of my dresser drawer then laid them on the bed. My mommy helped me get undressed and then she put all my clothes in the clothes hamper, except the plastic pants. I lay down on my bed on my stomach as she sat down on the bed beside me. "Warm baby lotion?" I asked her. "Of course, nothing but the best for my kid. Got to take your temp again, too." I laid my head down on my pillow and opened my mouth, then I felt the thermometer being inserted into my rear end. "MOM!" "Miss. Sweeney the best teacher you ever had huh?" "I was just pulling your leg mom!" "I know, but I just wanted to talk to you." "About what?" I asked as she started massaging the warm baby lotion into my shoulders. "Wanted to thank you for all your help this last week. I know that you didn't want to move and leave all your friends behind, but you never complained once." "Think Mrs. Santa Clause might be able to get me a game boy this Christmas? I don't even care if it is used." "I'll talk to her personally about that baby." Mom worked her way down my back to my rear, then down my legs with the warm lotion. When she was done, she took the thermometer out and read the temp. "Ninety-nine point eight degrees, you should be back to normal by morning." I turned onto my back as she slipped the diapers under my rear. "I sure hope that Cathy baby sitting you works out sweetheart." she said as she massaged warm baby lotion on my chest. "Do you think I might get any modeling jobs or commercials before school starts, I really don't care what they are." "I still have you listed with the Freedman agency, and you know where your portfolios are,." 'Yeah, in the right hand drawer of the desk." Mom was working on my front diaper area when she said "Looks like someone is anxious to get his diaper on." She finished my massage when I asked "What time do you leave in the morning mom?" "Early. Why?" "I just wanted to say goodbye tomorrow morning before you left, that's all." "Tell you what. I'll stick my head in and see if you are awake, okay?" She asked as she finished pulling the plastic pants up over my diaper. She tucked me into bed, gave me a kiss, and then gathered up the lotion and the towels as she headed towards the door. I'll see you tomorrow baby." she said as she turned off the light. "MOM" "Yes Scotty?" "I love you." "I love you too baby. Sweet dreams." I turned onto my stomach and laid there. I got to thinking about Matt, Kyle, and Mrs Santos and started crying softly. It had been such a scary and sometimes good week. My old friends were miles and miles away from me now. I wondered what was Cathy like? Was she strict, or did she like to have fun? I could no longer ride my bike down to my mom's work anymore like I use to, especially when I needed to talk to her. Her work was a lot further away from our new apartment now. And now that Matt and Kyle lived so far away, who was going to restrain me from tearing up the world like Matt use to do when I lost my temper. Who was going to sit and listen to me when I felt like talking like Kyle use to do? And Mrs. Santos, she was like a grandmother to me. I missed all of them so much now, and I was so scared. I buried my face in my pillow and cried some more. END OF CHAPTER 1