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Noel’s Christmas –
Saturday, December 25th
The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, gently awakening Noel and putting a smile on her face before she ever opened her eyes. Turning over onto her back, she saw he wasn’t laying in the bed with her. Of course he wasn’t there. He was out in the kitchen making coffee.
Stretching her limbs, she then sat up – grunting at the horrific case of bedhead she had. This always happened when she didn’t dry her hair completely before going to bed, as was the case last night. Even if her hair was just damp, the rat’s nest hairdo was what she would wake up with.
Putting her legs over the side of the bed, she stood up and waddled over to the floor-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom to see just how bad her bedhead was.
Maybe just getting in the shower now and washing her hair again was in order. It would be the quickest and simplest solution. But while looking at her reflection in the mirror, she learned how wet her diaper was, the sag tugging at her hip tapes.
This didn’t surprise her. Sometimes, Nick’s middle-of-the-night diaper change of her caused her bladder to release again. And waking up in a drenched diaper wasn’t an oddity for her at all.
She was wearing nothing but that wet diaper and a long t-shirt – a red one with Rudolph on the front. Then she realized she didn’t have her pacifier. Now that actually was an oddity for her! She always slept with a pacifier in her mouth. Waddling back over to the bed, she crawled back onto the mattress and lifted the pillows – finding her pacifier and plunking it back into her mouth before easing back down on the bed.
Ahh. It felt so good to be in that bed. She loved her crib, but the bed was incredibly comfortable. Even though she really needed her diaper changed badly, maybe she could sleep just a little bit longer first. After all, they didn’t have anything planned for the day.
She closed her eyes and then opened them right back up. Sitting up, she looked around the bedroom, wrinkling her forehead as she nursed on her pacifier.
Something seemed really familiar … like she had done this before. This felt really, really familiar … like déjà vu familiar.
Then it hit her like a ton of bricks.
They most certainly did have plans for this day! It was Christmas morning!
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