“I just want to know if she is ok,” Jacob cries out as he is shoved into the nursery. The bodyguards turn to leave, with one holding the other's leash.

  “Who is a good boy? Who likes to go on walkies?” He pulls on the leash. “Is it you, Trevor?”

  “Shut up,” Trevor says, grabbing for the leash. “You’re just mad he was pying with me tonight, not you.” Trevor can't quite reach the leash and walk forward at the same time. The other guard lets it hang sck, but Trevor is very aware it's being held.

  “Oh yeah, it’s definitely you. You're the good boy who likes going walkies,” he continues his humiliation, ignoring the taunts back. He really is jealous. ‘Today was supposed to be my special time, but apparently the toilet wasn't clean enough. It's my turn tomorrow. It's not that he doesn't love me; it's just that I didn't live up to his expectation’s. He clenches his hand, vowing to never let the boss down again.

  “I'm telling the boss on you.” Trevor says.

  “No, you can’t. I am already in the doghouse. I’ll stop,” he whispers and lets go of the leash. “You do know we would both get spanked for that, right?” ‘And I won’t get walkies tomorrow; the boss wouldn’t do that to me, would he? Not again?’ he cringes.

  “It would be worth it,” Trevor says and turns away from the guard.

  “You monster!” he says quietly and follows without speaking.

  Meanwhile, Audrey has walked over to Jacob and held him in a tight embrace. “I heard about your situation and investigated. She is well. I can see her vitals. She is asleep,” she says in a soothing, motherly tone.

  But also notes to herself, ‘She hasn't breathed in 5 hours, and her heart has stopped. A doctor would decre her dead if it weren't for the fact the EKG is showing she is just sleeping.

  “She's not breathing,” Jacob says, holding back tears.

  She puts on a smile. “But I am sure she is well. I have not had the joy of meeting him, but Dr. Blob's papers on metabolic poisoning and other fungal infections are a must-read for anyone in his line of work.”

  Jacob refuses to cry, but he is in anguish. Audrey pats his butt. “Now what are we going to do with you, Mr. Jacob?” She picks him up off the ground, his feet wrapping around her waist, and he squeezes to not fall. She holds him as he fusses.

  “Hey, put me down,” he demands, but this also feels nice. ‘When was the st time anyone held me like this?’ He asks himself. Despite his rage and fear, he pulls on the fabric of her dress and tucks his head tight against her neck.

  Silently Tears stream down his face, wordlessly wetting the cotton of her strawberry dress. She just holds him and rocks him slowly, letting him calm down. Eventually the tears stop, and Jacob regains his composure.

  “Let's get you diapered up,” she states and carries the now worn-out and cathartically empty Jacob to the changing table. “It's ok, hunny bunny.” She straps his belly down. And pulls his pants and underwear down; she holds them with 2 fingers like they are radioactive and sets them in a basket under the table.

  “I don't want to wear a diaper,” he tries to say with defiance, but it only makes her giggle at him.

  But deep down inside, Jacob wants nothing more than to be diapered and held by Audrey and told the world is going to be ok, that this is just a wild dream, and his fight with Izzy never happened, and he never lost his job, and Izzy got her raise instead of getting fired.

  His doom spiral is broken by a finger pushing on the tip of his penis. “Aww, look how big someone is down here today.” Jacob looks down into her eyes and the warm, loving smile.

  She lifts his legs and slides a thick diaper under his butt, then gets out a wet wipe.

  She cleans her way upward, getting a new wet wipe and cleaning his balls and penis. Jacob moans involuntarily and then snaps back to defiance. “I don’t want a diaper,” he protests. His concerns about Izzy still have not been settled.

  She smiles at him. “Don’t be silly, hunny bunny; you love them. Look how hard you are.” She bends down and kisses the tip of his penis, her red lipstick leaving behind a perfect kiss imprint. His dick twitches. “See, you're so silly,” she says, and Jacob's eyes grow wide, and he is at a loss for words.

  “Aww, is someone all backed up with their icky stickies? Well, let me give you a deal: if you're very nice to me and not fussy, I will help you get rid of them ter, ok?” She pulls the diaper up and tapes it tightly shut. She rubs the front thoughtfully. “Is it a deal?”

  He shyly nods. Audrey unhooks the belly belt and helps him stand up. She smiles at him. “I missed you,” she whispers.

  He feels self-conscious covering his exposed body; his skin prickles in the cooler air of the nursery.

  “Good, now let's get you dressed.” She pulls out a baby blue onesie with little sweet peas embroidered on it. She holds them up to see if they fit and smiles. “Perfect!”

  She slips it over his head. Pulling it into pce before buttoning it at the crotch. “What a good sweet pea you are, not being fussy.”

  She rubs him through the diaper before getting sweet pea-inspired matching sleep pants on him. He looks down and cringes at the frilly green ce around the ankle and the waist.

  “Are these girl clothes?” he asks, frowning.

  “Are you being fussy? We have a deal, you remember,” she says, her smile disappearing.

  “No, no, they are fine, super cute,” he says with fake enthusiasm.

  “Aww, sweet pea does look so cute in his outfit!” She cheers, making his fears of looking silly melt away.

  She picks him up and sets him in the crib. Then he sits on the edge of the crib, putting his head on her p. She whispers comforting things to him as her fingers run through his hair.

  He fights to stay awake but starts to drift to sleep when a very pregnant Scarlet bursts into the room. “Audrey, I need your help again!”