here is a little story about what remains the same when everything else changes.
The Things That Change. The Things That Don’t. –
Monday, December 25th – 7:30 p.m.
Zeke walked in through the front door of their apartment and opened the front of his winter coat. Lily stepped out of it, laughing out how her husband could still be the silliest goose in the land. Locking the front door, Zeke directed her through the apartment – back the skinny hallway and into their bedroom. And without missing a beat, he lifted up the back of her dress, cupping his right palm on the underside of the back of her diaper and playfully patting her a few times. Lily all-but gushed at that moment. For as much as she believed she had him wrapped around her finger, the truth was: he controlled every emotion within her. What a beautiful bit of power for both of them to give up.
The stage was set, but what this kid-free week between Christmas and New Year’s would hold was a total mystery to her. All she knew, from the onset, was that she wanted, if not needed, whatever was ahead.
Their daughter would be gone until Sunday. Life as parents had certainly changed them. But the more things changed, the more they didn’t. Perhaps that was what endeared Lily to her life with Zeke more than anything else. They had faced tremendous uphill battles, scary medical situations and welcomed into the world their daughter. But they were still Zeke and Lily about everything. He was her rock, her answer to insecurity. She was his purpose in life, his passion to breathe.
“I guess watching Lucy drive away with my mother got you all emotional, huh?” Zeke teased, patting her wet bottom one more time before guiding her over to the bed.
Lily sucked in her lips, raising an eyebrow as she watched him walk over and into the wall closet. She took a few seconds to decide whether she wanted to playfully banter back with him or to see what he was up to currently. Lily wore diapers on a fairly regular basis, but more definitely at times when her physical condition wouldn’t allow any certainty of being accident-free. She had undergone a lot of chemotherapy in the past decade. And though her medication was keeping everything in check, her body had grown fragile.
Her bladder wasn’t quite as reliable as it used to be. Now, for most people, this would have been a devastating bit of acceptance to swallow. But Lily had worn diapers for years. The only change was that now, she had to wear them. So, it really didn’t upset her.
Zeke started rooting around in the back of the closet, pushing her multitude of shoes and heels out of the way as he kept digging.
“Daddy, what are you looking for?” Lily asked, tilting her head to the side and smiling as she tried to figure out what his search was about.
“A piece of our past,” Zeke answered cryptically from inside the closet. “But a piece of our past that will become our present again … for a limited time.”
Well, what was that supposed to mean? Could he have been any vaguer? But, being a nearly 15-year veteran of his company and his wife for ten years, Lily knew that Zeke would stop at nothing until he found what he was looking for. So, she patiently waited on the bed, her wet diaper needing attention soon. She considered going into the bathroom and taking care of it herself, as was usual these days. But something told her that their usual routine wouldn’t apply this week.
Fifteen years ago, Lily became diagnosed with a medical condition that had a high probability of survival but an even higher probability of recurrence. For her, it would become a permanent condition that was, most grimly viewed, a terminal condition as it would one day end her life. But with careful attention to her health, her diet and her medication, that unfortunate conclusion wouldn’t be a reality for decades to come. And so long as she had Zeke, her beloved husband and Daddy, to care for her – life would always remain very good.
“Do I have time to wet myself again?” Lily asked playfully, then laughing at his reaction as he poked his head out of the closet and gave her the strangest look. “What?”
“Princess, you have never asked me permission to wet yourself before,” he said, returning to the closet – Lily laying back on the bed.
“Well,” she said with a laugh, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m turning over a new leaf.”
“That’s my girl,” Zeke replied, still rummaging around in the closet.
Then Lily closed her eyes and relaxed her muscles – smiling as she proved, once more, that she was the BabyGirl of his dreams.
There was a point in time when her treatments had robbed her of so much body weight that she was only 90 lbs. when soaking wet. She was fatigued all the time, her muscle weakness so severe at points that she couldn’t walk very far. She couldn’t keep food down, had no color in her skin at all. And the scariest part was that her treatments might not have gotten her condition under control. It was just as likely, at its worst, that her treatments could kill her just as easily as the disease.
Oh, yes. Zeke and Lily had been through a lot.
But the treatments worked and a reliable regimen of medication now kept her health constant. This didn’t come without consequences as permanent as the disease itself. She would get fatigued often, have a very poor immune system and experience such muscle weakness that she would fall to the floor without warning. Her sensitivity to the cold made for higher heating costs in the winter, but lower cooling costs in the summer as they aerated the apartment with window fans but never turned on the air conditioning. She also had developed fertility problems from the treatments – ensuring, for the sake of her own health, that Lucy would be an only child. The pregnancy with Lucy was a risky one anyway and they didn’t want to risk tempting fate twice.
Daily nap times were a necessity and her diet was watched carefully. This part actually worked out well as Zeke had the weakest stomach in the universe and could only eat simple food anyway.
But Lily’s illness was never a red flag for Zeke. And the fact that she had withheld this information from him in the beginning was no indication of mistrust to come. He remained strong with her and for her. Despite the fact that her condition turned out to be permanent, she never gave up hope … not even to this very day. And that was all he ever needed to see when he looked into her irises. Hope trumped all.
This was what made Zeke and Lily such a match for each other. The Daddy-n-BabyGirl dynamic was only the icing on the cake. They had seen triumphs and failures in the past 15 years of their lives together. And every step of the way, they grew stronger from it all – stronger together, for a lifetime … and for the long haul.
Zeke emerged from the closet at last, dragging out what he was looking for in there. Sitting up on the bed, Lily saw what his search had been for, her eyes growing big-n-wide. Suddenly, she knew exactly what this week would be about. And with limited control of herself, she happily flooded her diaper yet again.
Lily sat there on their bed, drop-jawed as she watched him set the object up against their dresser and then begin to take it apart. And she got tingles again, this time all over her body. From the tip of her head down to the soles of her feet and everywhere in between, Lily was taken over by a series of sensations that came directly from her mind. Those sensations were attached to specific thoughts that had been placed there a long time ago. And it seemed only Zeke knew how to tap into them.
They only sporadically were able to embrace their Daddy-n-BabyGirl dynamic to its fullest extent. They had responsibilities in life that were mutual priorities. But when the stars aligned in such a perfect way as to allow them to return to the beginning, those seeds planted inside Lily’s mind sprouted. And her world grew very small, for how big it actually was. She would sit there and regress as she watched her Daddy re-assemble the dreams she always kept close to her heart.
For as much as things had changed, they also remained the same.
It was Lily’s crib. That was what Zeke had dug out of their closet and had begun setting up next to the bedroom window.
“So, on Wednesday, I’ve set it up so that we can take a look at all three of those houses. They’re all in southern end … Willow Street, Lampeter and Quarryville,” Zeke said as he began to connect the head board and foot board to the under-supports of the crib, Lily’s brain spinning inside her skull as she began to dance around a little head space she once lived in completely. “You won’t mind living closer to my mother, will you? She’s live down in that neck of the woods.”
What was he talking about? Lily couldn’t possibly focus in on mental matters of the adult world right now. She was too overcome with the gushing pleasures of memories becoming anew.
That crib hadn’t been out of their closet in years. Seven years, to be exact. That was the point in time when they bought Lucy’s first bed and packed the crib away. It had seen some heavy use. First, it was Lily’s crib, residing in the second bedroom – made up as Lily’s nursery. Then, it resided in their bedroom, next to the window where Zeke was now setting it up again – Lily insisting that their newborn daughter not be made to sleep in the nursery until she was a few months. There was a strong maternal need Lily had to ensure that her daughter was always safe and until Lucy was three months old, she would never be further than ten feet away from her mother.
Lastly, the crib was moved into the nursery, now being Lucy’s nursery. And there it would remain until Lucy was almost three years old. At that point, the nursery was turned into her bedroom and the crib was put into Zeke and Lily’s closet …
… until now. She watched him put the final side railing into place and then lower it. Then he turned and walked over to her, sitting on the bed and facing her. Taking a moment to adore the dazed look in her eyes, he watched as she blinked repeatedly – happily finding no end to the current dream. Reaching under the front of dress, he cupped the underside of the front of her diaper with his right palm, knowing that when her diaper was about to erupt from the swell, even the front was drenched. Lily’s reactions were always priceless and because Zeke was a dreamer too, he hadn’t forgotten how to recognize when she had slipped into a little place inside her mind or how to nurture that very journey onward. After all, she was his BabyGirl for life.
Gathering up the skirt part of her dress, he waited for Lily to snap out of the daze, then realizing that he was trying to undress her and helping out by lifting her arms up. But Lily didn’t snap out of the daze and he was more than happy to see this. So, he began to gently pull the dress up and off her frame, Lily having enough mental clarity just then to at least fold her forearms up to keep them out of the way as the dress raised up over her head. Then, he reached behind her and unfastened the strap of her bra, her endowment now free from the garment.
And there she sat in nothing but her thoroughly-drenched diaper, a helpless BabyGirl who was ready to be nothing-but his BabyGirl for the next week of her life. Her lips remained partially opened, a flashback reflex to always having had a pacifier in her mouth all those years ago.
“And how would you like to take a small trip to Inner Harbor this week?” Zeke asked, helping Lily get up onto her knees. “I bet you would be the most precious little BabyGirl in all of Baltimore.”
Then Zeke lifted her up into his arms, Lily instinctively wrapping her limbs around him – her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Oh, my. It felt like they were back at the very beginning again, when all that existed was the two of them and the bond they shared. Life was so simple back at the beginning. So simple indeed.
“And you will be the most adorable little diaper girl in Inner Harbor,” Zeke whispered in her ear, his warm breath traveling down the side of her face and across her sternum – Lily then resting the side of her head on his shoulder. “And if you are the most adorable little diaper girl in Inner Harbor, then I will be the luckiest Daddy in the world.”
Oh, he was saying all the right things and he was using that Daddy Voice that melted her to the core every blessed time he spoke with it. He carried her over to the bedroom window, Lily turning to further mush in his arms – breathing in deeply and taking in his scent.
For as much as things had changed, some things remained the same. And as he rocked her back-n-forth on the journey over to the window, lightly patting her diapered bottom, Lily could tell that not only was this week going to be full-out but it was going to be a full rediscovery of the dynamic that brought them together in the first place.
Lily lifted her head up off his shoulder gazing out the bedroom window while still remaining wrapped around his body, Zeke still holding her firmly in his arms. She silently recalled how they used to look out that window at the Lancaster City night line when first met. He would often hold her just as he was holding her now and they would admire the city lights, right before or right after she got diaper changed. For Zeke, he loved the night sky of the city. For Lily, it was a visual reminder of how small she truly was.
“The view looks just as pretty all these years later,” Zeke whispered in her ear, then kissing her left temple. “And so do you.”
Ok. If he didn’t slow down with the well-timed compliments, he was going to make her wet for a completely different reason. The tingles were practically making her wiggle in his arms. In reality, these emotions never left her. They simply went dormant because they had to. There were responsibilities that Lily had when she became a mother and these responsibilities she welcomed with open arms, blessed and eternal thankful to the Heavens that she was granted the opportunity. She knew there would be no second child in her life. So, it was her intention to spoil the living the daylights out of Lucy.
And what a wonderful job she had done. All the while, Zeke was right by her side, offering up his advice only when he knew that only Lily could help their daughter with certain things. It was a father’s job to be on-call at moments like that, but not to interfere with nature.
So when it came to turning Lily back into a BabyGirl, Zeke was fully-charged and ready. And Lily was ready too, doing what she had always done so very well … wait patiently. As she had grown a bit older with him, Lily had learned that patience was an incredible virtue – not just merely believing that the best would be saved for last, but living with the full understanding that Zeke’s world revolved around her. She was at the center of it all. And she always would be.
That was the ultimate answer to insecurity. It wasn’t all about Lily, but it always included her. She had a place where she truly felt she belonged, a home within a home.
Zeke turned and carried her over to the crib. Lily was all-but completely glassy-eyed with a mesmerizing trance of regression. However, she could still recall all the times he put her in that crib – when he laid her in it to change her, when he laid her in it for naps, when she dreamed about Mr. Woody and the other dream elves as she slept in that crib and when she awoke in that crib … seeing his dreamy, smiling face as the first thing to welcome her back to the world of the awakened. Oh, yes. That crib had such history with them that it seemed to be at the center of it all too … with Lily.
Easing her down ever-so-gently onto the crib mattress, he brought her to rest on her back with such care in his hands that she could have been made of China glass and not been fearful of being broken. Zeke was no muscle-bound guy, but he had a lot of power in his body and in his hands – made more so by emotions. It was the greatest feeling in the world to know that, though he had power, he always kept it at bay when handling her (… and for that matter, when handling Lucy).
Lily brought her forearms up, resting her hands limply on either side of her head on the pillow. Her knees bent without waiting for the signal to do so from her mind. Her thighs slightly parted open and she assumed the vulnerable-yet-comfortable diaper change position.
Zeke reached into his shirt pocket and took out one of her white pacifiers. Where did he find that? She hadn’t seen one those in quite some time. Placing the silicone nipple of it to the very center of her lower lip, he spoke with a deep timbre – laced with the Daddy Voice.
“Open,” Zeke said softly, Lily parting her lips and taking the nipple in her mouth – then softening even further into mushiness. “Now, be a good girl for Daddy.”
Lily entered the absolute fullest state of regression as he reached for the tapes at her hips.
Unfastening the tapes, Zeke then walked back over to the closet. Lily remained perfectly still on the crib mattress, having remembered quite clearly that when he opened her diaper tapes she was to stop wiggling and moving. Open tapes always used to mean no more wiggles allowed and she was certain they still meant that. Indeed, she did keep from fidgeting, but her heart was pounding a mile a minute and she was grateful for having been on her back – given how the rush of blood to her head had caused quite a spell of dizziness.
But what on Earth was Zeke looking for in the closet now? Maybe he could until he changed her before going all ‘Indiana Jones’ again.
Zeke picked up a small backpack and turned back around to face her. Continuing to nurse on her pacifier, Lily looked at the backpack – trying to place its purpose. But she wasn’t making the connection. Then, when he reached inside the backpack, taking out the thickest diaper she had seen in a long time, it dawned on her with sudden remembrance that that particular backpack was the very first diaper bag he ever used with her.
Where had he been hiding that all these years?
He set the backpack down and began to unfold the diaper. It was enormously thick and only made Lily have to fight the wiggle impulse that much more. Her little mind was all abuzz with a plethora of fantasies that had rushed back into the forefront of all her thoughts. She was starved for Daddy attention and she felt like smothering him and clinging to him – soaking in all the joy she could get her hands on.
But Lily had learned a lot about Zeke in the years they had been together. And much like any guy, smothering him would only lead to inundation. That wasn’t what she wanted, not for him and not for her. The key to it all was moderation, that balanced ability to keep it a constant thing as opposed to something that was overdone.
So, she remained still as Zeke drew her legs together and crossed her ankles – then lifting her legs and bottom straight up in the air. Sliding the back of that new thick diaper underneath her and matching its back waistline to the diaper falling off her, he ensured that the fits would match too. This was the technique of a seasoned pro. And for the next week, he was all hers.
Lowering her legs and bottom back down to the crib mattress, he parted her thighs and then lowered the drenched front of her current diaper. It was a thick one and it certainly wasn’t a fun one, not like the diaper he was about to put on her.
The cool rush of air that rushed across her center brought her to an instant fussy condition.
“Shh, shh, shhh,” Zeke shushed her, but then moved quickly to keep her from getting chilled.
He took a wipe to her front, tracing the diaper area perfectly. Oh, what gentle hands he had … big but gentle. He made her feel even smaller by merely touching her. Then he placed his left hand on the back of her thighs and lifted the lower half of her body slightly to be able to slide the wet diaper away.
Taking another wipe to her bottom, he moved quickly to the powder – coating her backside and caressing it out evenly across her cheeks. The moment that silky powder touched her skin, she shivered – not from the coolness, but from the feel. Oh, what Heavenly bliss. There was no way Lily could give herself this feeling when standing in the bathroom and changing herself. And even when Zeke changed her discreetly, the conditions still weren’t right to be able to completely melt her in the process. But, oh my. He hadn’t forgotten a single thing.
Lowering her freshly-seasoned bottom down into the thick nestle of the new diaper, Zeke watched as Lily closed her eyes – letting out a contented little feminine sigh. She was all aglow and happily drifting into littleness. And what an angel she was being for him.
Parting her thighs again, he coated her front and then down between her legs, Lily trying to open her eyes but only getting her eyelids to half-mast. Her most sensitive area was now being affected with such a tender, delicate touch that Heaven itself seemed only a small step away.
For once, Lily felt as fragile as she actually was. Grinning brightly behind her pacifier, she gazed up at her Daddy with a look that was as innocent as it was lustful … and each for the right reasons.
Zeke folded up the front of the diaper, the thickness making contact with her and pressing close as he fastened the tapes snuggly at her hips. As he placed the used wipes inside the used diaper, then rolling it up into a little ball, Lily placed both of her hands on the underside of the new diaper around her. Drawing her knees up, she basked in that glorious feeling of being enveloped in a soft thickness that fit her as perfectly as a hand in a glove. Oh, life was good. It had always been good and she hadn’t forgotten any of the details as to why.
Getting one of his white button-down shirts from the closet, he unbuttoned the cuffs – doing his best to work some of the stiffness out of the garment before he sat her up in the crib and put her arms into the sleeves. Lily immediately started buttoning the front, all aglow once more as she had just been given a Daddy Shirt to wear.
Zeke took a seat on the edge of the bed. Lily stood to her feet and walked over to him, relearning what it felt like to waddle in a thick diaper. She was even more adorable than she used to be. Nowadays, she knew she was adorable and there was nothing she could do to prevent it – a most agreeable bit of acceptance on her part.
“Princess, I have something to tell you, but I don’t want to startle you,” Zeke said calmly yet cryptical, Lily tilting her head to the side and nursing on her pacifier as she pulled down on the front shirt tails and touched her knees together in front of him. “There are still two more Christmas presents to be opened. And they are both out in the living room, under the sofa.”
Lily’s eyes grew big and wide.
Zeke smiled brightly, seeing her reaction of excitement – but a reaction she was trying to keep control of. Not wanting her to hold back at all, he reached into his shirt pocket again, taking out a pacifier clip – attaching one end to the collar of the button-down shirt she was wearing and the other end to the handle of her pacifier.
“Go,” he said with excitement, patting her diapered bottom – Lily then sprinting out of the bedroom and down the hallway.
She crinkled all the way, as blissful and as jovial as a little girl who had just woken up on Christmas morning and was running downstairs to the presents under the tree. Zeke followed after her, seeing Lily stop at the edge of the living room carpet and then getting down on her hands-n-knees to crawl. The whole time as she moved across the carpet, her attention was focused in on the sofa and what might have been underneath it. Getting over to the front of the sofa, she crouched down – lifting her diapered bottom way up in the air and giving Zeke the cutest picture in the world to take with his phone.
But it was at that moment that Lily had a flashback to Pretzel, the family’s poodle terrier that had passed away four years ago.
Pretzel had aged gracefully, but had always had a weak stomach and a weak system in general. Born as a runt, she was always tiny. On the last night of its life, Pretzel crawled under the sofa. This was her favorite spot to hide things she didn’t want anyone else to have. But with the introduction of Lucy to the family, Pretzel’s assured hiding spot was discovered.
On that last night of her life, Lily and Lucy both said goodbye to her as she hid under the sofa – just in case the pooch wasn’t alive the next morning. Zeke stayed up all night and sat on the sofa, waiting until Pretzel came out. And when she did, she hopped up onto the sofa and onto his lap – falling asleep in his arms and never waking up again.
Zeke and Lily planned this scenario out so that Lucy wouldn’t ever wake up to see a dead pooch. By dawn of that next morning, Zeke had already been to the 24-hour vet in the northern end of Lancaster City. And he had returned with Pretzel’s ashes.
It was a sad morning, but it was one that happened well. Lily and Lucy had both had the opportunity to say goodbye to Pretzel. And as they ate breakfast that morning, they all decided that there would be no other family dog ever. Pretzel was irreplaceable.
Lily found two gifts. Reaching underneath the sofa, she slid both gifts out. One was wrapped in soft pink wrapping paper and the other was wrapped in white paper with a baby block design on it. Zeke walked into the living room and sat on the sofa, Lily leaning back against his shins and picking up the gift with the baby block prints on the wrapping paper. She made short-order of the task of unwrapping it. Inside was a white box, similar to one you would put a dress shirt in.
Lifting the lid off the box, her mouth dropped wide open and the pacifier fell from her lips. Zeke figured this would happen and that was why he attached the pacifier clip. He also figured she would open the gift with the baby block paper first.
Inside the box she found a naughty-but-cute ruffly outfit. It had a white and light blue checkered design on it that gave it the Little Miss Muffet appeal. There was white lace around all the edges. The cute top had poofy short sleeves and it was barely long enough to cover her endowment. There was a matching pair of bottoms that would be perfect as a diaper cover. A matching bonnet and bib was also included. There were matching hand mitts and footies, both being able to be locked on her wrists and ankles. Her little heart was pounding inside her chest at the thought of Zeke dressing her in the outfit.
Lily had always remarked how the thought of being forced to do things was a turn-on for her. But because of her fragile condition, there would never be any physical forcing of anything. However, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t feel the joys of having no other alternative. Locking mitts and an adorable outfit would certainly help with this endeavor.
Carefully putting the outfit back into the box and setting it aside, Lily picked up the second gift. Zeke scooped her up off the rug and sat her on his lap as she began to tear the pink wrapping paper off this gift.
Now what on Earth could he have put in this box to top the outfit?
Tearing the second gift open just as quickly as she had the first one, Lily found another layer of wrapping paper – also with the color of soft pink. So, she tore that layer off and found a layer of newspaper. Looking back over her shoulder and glaring up at Zeke, she plunked her pacifier back in her mouth and tore the newspaper off. She knew what he was up to. Zeke had often wrapped Lucy’s gifts in the same manner, layer after layer after layer.
Lily tore through three more layers of newspaper until she finally got to the present. Her mouth dropped open again and the pacifier fell from her lips. He certainly knew how to follow up that ruffly outfit.
The second gift was a diary.
Now, to most people, a diary wouldn’t be all that great of a gift or meaningful in any real way. But to Lily, her past diaries were quite detailed. Some of the diaries she had kept in the past were about her dreams with Mr. Woody and the other dream elves. She would write of the adventures the dream elves would take her on in the CountrySide. She would use these diary entries as bed time stories that she told Lucy when the girl was very little.
The first diary she kept was more than 12 years ago when she underwent the first wave of treatments for her medical condition, just recently diagnosed at that time. She was battling for her life and Zeke gave her that first diary, telling her to put all her feelings in it. She wrote such detailed accounts of her treatment sessions as well as her everyday life and what she did that, once that first round of treatments ended, she was able to look back at the diary entries to see how hope had grown within her each day.
“This new diary is for dream catching,” Zeke whispered to her, then plunking her pacifier back in her mouth as she stared at the diary in her hands with a mesmerized daze. “I want you to write in it whatever your little heart desires to fill those pages with.”
Scooping her up into his arms and resting her diapered toosh on his left hip, he carried her into the kitchen and got a baby bottle out of the hutch cupboard. He had been so clever in placing some of these items where they wouldn’t be seen by Lucy, primarily choosing locations the girl never went near. But it was so neat how he pulled it off.
Lily began looking around the kitchen from her seat on his hip as he got milk from the fridge and filled the baby bottle, then putting the bottle in the microwave and reaching for the cupboard that had her medication in it. This was the moment when shyness overtook Lily. Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, she buried her face in his left sternum as she nursed on her pacifier.
Several years ago, Zeke had taken over the responsibility of handling all her medication. It was one of many ways they could still subtly embrace the Daddy-n-BabyGirl dynamic. And because it was a very important responsibility, it kept their bond as strong as always. It really simplified everything for Lily, especially on days when fatigue got the best of her. She wouldn’t have to worry about missing a med time. With birth control pills no longer being necessary, there was at least one less pill to swallow each day. And with ever-present hope, maybe someday, Lily wouldn’t need any of the pills anymore. Until then, Dr. Zeke was in the house and open for business.
Taking the warmed baby bottle of milk out of the microwave, Zeke screwed the top onto it and brought the pill box along as he carried her back into the living room. Sitting on the couch, he reached for the blanket from the back of the sofa and placed it across his lap, having her lay down in it. Swaddling her like a newborn, he cradled her across his lap – holding her neck up with the inside of his left elbow.
One at a time, he placed the pills of the day on her tongue. Thankfully, they weren’t very large and she was able to swallow them three at a time. She was given the second and final tongue-full of pills and then was given the warm silicone nipple of her baby bottle.
“Daddy, will you continue the story of The Princess of Infantilum this week?” Lily asked with a soft, small whisper.
Taking the nipple in her lips, she leaned back and gazed up at him with absolute innocence in her irises as she began to swallow the milk. It wouldn’t be long before she was fast sleep in his arms. But their week of rediscovery had only just begun.
For as much as things had changed in their lives, some things still remained same.
Also attached to this series is: Aria and the CountrySide
Taking place simultaneously with the end of book 6.
And: The Story of Lucy
Taking place years later.
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