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Zeke and Lily:

Dream Catching

Zorro Daddy

Copyright 2011 Zorro Daddy

Published by Zorro Daddy at Smashwords

There are always:

Dreams to be Dreamt,

Fairy Tales to be Told,

“Happily Ever Afters”

to be Pursued,

Memories to be Made,

that Perfect Story

to be Written,

that Deepest Love

Yet to be Discovered,

and the Opportunity –

Awaiting to Feel It All.

The Daddy / BabyGirl Dynamic of Love

With so many different kinds of relationships with different levels all ready, why don’t I add one more to that list? But it’s actually, been there all along.

It’s one with a dynamic which takes the emotions felt and intensifies them. Soon, the simple gestures a Daddy makes towards his BabyGirl become so inviting of response she follows his escort of her heart helplessly. He begins as a part of her thoughts and world and ends up at the core of the obsessions which make up the impulses to define her.

With a lot of multi-layered satisfactions to be able to affect a soul in such a way. It truly is dynamic.

It’s called many things: age play, role play, ABDL, diaper play, infantilism, but the name I like the most and relate to with a desire that will never leave is “The Daddy’s Girl Fetish”. The dynamic is tailor-made for a girl who has a little side and a guy who want nothing more than to “care” for her.

Most everyone has a side of themselves which they keep hidden and only the right set of circumstances in the right situation will generate the reassurance of safety and confidence of trust needed to be able to open one’s self up completely.

A “little” or a BabyGirl identifies with so many emotions and states of mind she could completely change her disposition all the time were it not for the guidance of her Daddy. One minute she colors a picture of a little girl by a stream, dancing with the fresh sunrays from a post-rain storm, rainbow-touched sky. The next minute she is sitting on the couch, absorbed in a pack of fruit snacks as her favorite TV show captures her attention. Then in walks her Daddy whom she dashes to for a warm embrace and sweet exchange of sentiments. Her world is so little and she feels little within it, almost to the point of being lost without him. For it is he, with a calm, caring, gentle approach filled with love and adoration, who makes her smile, inside and out. And it is the Daddy/BabyGirl dynamic which ignites her happiness into an impassioned frenzy for more.

Her heart seeks the Daddy who wants to love her for the little girl that she is, who wants to know what she is thinking before she does, to know what she needs before she needs it and to know why she does what she does. Nurturing her heart, he praises her for her decisions every step of the way. He is collected in his thoughts while still being spontaneous enough to seize the moments that arise. And when it gets quiet, he either revs it up or keeps it settled, dependent not only on her mood but also on whether she needs to calm down for a little while. And all along the way, he finds the reward of fulfillment by giving her the same.

The countless examples of activities, moments of tenderness, excitement, met dreams, wishes, desires and so much more will be uniquely personal to each Daddy and BabyGirl couple.

When the bond forms between them, the dynamic ceases to be “playing”, becoming a natural part of their relationship - who they are. The feelings and emotions are far more intense than anything any vanilla relationship can offer. And those feelings stay with you, even when in the midst of a simple shopping trip to the store. You are able to carry little feelings and Care Giver feelings out into every facet of your world. Without alerting those around you of the nature of the dynamic in your relationship, you are able to keep it something that is private, therefore special to the both of you.

Leaving no secrets unrevealed, in a Daddy/BabyGirl relationship you bare “the all” about yourself. And it will be from that relationship that you find the love you were always looking for in a soul mate you were meant to share it with.

Zeke and Lily:

Dream Catching

Chapter One:

Dirty Laundry and Cartoon Napping

Chapter Two:

Gifts, Games and Visions of Trains

Chapter Three:

Wounds that Heal and Scars that Remain

Chapter Four:

The Unavoidable Evolution

Chapter Five:

Seeking Advice - A Quest for Fools or for the Wise?

Chapter Six:

Discs, Darts and the Magic Touch

Chapter Seven:

Impromptu and Slow Motion

Chapter Eight:

The Memories

Chapter One

Dirty Laundry and Cartoon Napping

It was Saturday morning, March 5^th. Winter was almost over, just another two weeks of a chance of snow and then they would be in the clear.

The Pennsylvania winter had been brutally cold. When it snowed, it snowed heavily. It was one of those years when snow fell in January and the ground stayed covered until March. Chilly winds, chillier temperatures and ice had been the usual conditions for two months.

But there was light at the end of the tunnel. The first few days of March had brought the month in like a lamb, as the saying went. This might have been an indication that March would then leave like a lion, but that was still weeks down the road.

For now, everyone was happy and glad to see winter coming to its end. Lily, however, could’ve done a few more months of winter. Zeke wasn’t crazy about the cold, but Lily loved it. She lost track of how many snow angels she had made in the snow.

On this particular Saturday morning, Zeke and Lily were headed to a Laundromat with a basket full of laundry. Their washer had broken down and for as much as Lily didn’t like taking her laundry into public to be cleaned, she had to succumb to at least one trip to do so.

But she insisted they didn’t go to a laundromat in Lancaster City. So, Zeke loaded her and the laundry in the car and drove down to Quarryville, PA, about 20 minutes south of Lancaster City. It seemed strange to her that Zeke chose that Laundromat until she remembered that his mother lived there. Perhaps they would meet her for lunch afterwards.

They pulled up to the Laundromat, a rather unimpressive building next to the Towns Edge Mall, a little strip of stores which included Zeke’s favorite Chinese Food Restaurant.

Lily got out of the car and glanced across the street at a black Labrador who was barking at a telephone pole (a most worthy adversary) and then to the teenagers who were practicing their skateboarding skills on the sidewalk.

Zeke grabbed the laundry basket from the backseat and Lily followed him in, clutching her diaper bag tightly. The surroundings gave her rise for nervousness, but all seemed well so far.

They entered and Lily saw an older lady sitting on a chair by the door, doing some knitting. She waved at the lady in her usual bubbly, little girl way and the old lady smiled back at her.

At that moment, a little boy turned the corner and nearly knocked Lily over. She was so startled that she dropped the travel diaper bag from her hand and while picking it up, her morning bottle and three cups of apple juice caught up with her.

Unafraid of peeing, she relaxed herself and flooded a stream into her diaper. Not much went through her mind when she peed, other than how good it felt to freely let it go.

Zeke went straight to the washers and set the laundry basket down. He set the cloth knapsack next to him.

“Would you be so kind as to put these clothes in the next washer over?” he asked her.

As she finished peeing, a bounce returned to her step and she skipped over to Zeke, more than happy to help.

She opened the knapsack and saw he had placed all of her baby clothing in it. These were the more delicate laundry pieces, or so he always said, yet they were obviously more durable than a lot of his clothing for all the rough treatment she put them through.

She took out two of her Princess washcloths and placed them on the floor in front of the washer. Kneeling on them, she set the travel diaper bag to her side and she situated herself before beginning to pull the clothing out one at a time.

Each piece of clothing had a different stain on it and each stain produced a memory of how it got there. She decided to relive those memories, one at a time.

She took out the chocolate ice cream stained pink nightie from just last night. With a cheeky smile, she recalled how she promised him she could keep herself clean and said she didn’t need a bib or to have the nightie taken off.

Looking over at him, she smiled more widely when she realized he would never believe her when she said that again.

The bowl of chocolate ice cream was sitting on her lap when she leaned forward to pet Pretzel, covering her front in what was now a nice chocolaty brown stain.

Next, she pulled out a bib she had worn while eating spaghetti a few nights ago. She re-envisioned the high chair and how she was only wearing that bib, her diaper and her earrings when Taylor walked in off the elevator to visit with them.

Thankfully, her older sister didn’t post online any of the pictures she took of Lily. It had always seemed amazing that Taylor somehow knew when to have her digital camera with her.

She tossed the bib in the washer and picked up the next piece of baby clothing, her white onesie which showed evidence that her diaper had leaked in the middle of the night when she was snapped into it.

Quickly she tossed the onesie into the washer, not wanting to relive that soaking wet recollection.

Zeke loaded all the dark-colored clothing into one washer and started it. Then he stood up and began loading the light colors in the washer above it.

She piled in a collection of t-shirts with various stains on them, a small collection of socks (which she wouldn’t have much need for any time soon since winter was almost over), her baby blanket (in desperate need of washing) and her pink footed PJs which surprisingly had no stain on them, but had seen enough use to warrant a washing as well.

As she tossed the PJs into the washer, she heard a loud clanking noise. Turning her head to the side to match the confused look on her face, she leaned forward and then into the washer, discovering a pacifier that was attached to the collar of her PJs with a string.

She had to lean half her body into the washer to reach it, but finally got to it and detached it. She tossed the two Princess wash cloths that had served as kneeling pads into the washer as well before she closed the door and started it.

Zeke closed the second washer he was loading at the same time. She stood up and in a moment of silliness, attached the pacifier string to the collar of the sweatshirt she was wearing.

Suddenly, she felt his hand on the seat of her pink jogging pants. Her head raised up slowly as a panic took the color out of her face. She knew right then she had leaked and the sensation of wetness began to roll down her thighs.

The flooding of her diaper had turned into an over-flooding of the dam.

She lowered her chin and began scanning the nearby Laundromat patrons, searching for any sign which would tell her that someone had seen her wet bottom when she leaned into the washer.

There were no looks of surprise, nor was there anyone staring at her. All seemed well. Now, onto the problem at hand…

They couldn’t leave the Laundromat since they had just started their laundry in the washer. His mother’s house, just a half mile down the road, which was a safe location from the public eye, was out of the question for the condition Lily was in. The backseat of the car, parked directly in front of the Laundromat was a no-go since there would be a constant stream of passers-by, not to mention the teenaged skateboarders who loitered their presence outside.

Zeke looked from side-to-side, in search of a solution. He wasn’t finding one either. Lily began to softly whimper at her situation.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered as she embraced him, desperately needing him to protect her and solve her problem of the minute.

He returned the hug and then noticed the bathroom behind them. A sense of relief fell over him. Instead of taking the time to tell her and risk someone hearing his words of explanation, he simply inserted the pacifier dangling from her sweatshirt into her mouth.

Reaching down, he picked up the laundry basket, tossing the little diaper bag inside it. Leading her by the hand, he headed for the bathroom. Lily followed with a lowered chin, embarrassed that someone at that very moment may have discovered how wet the truth really was.

They walked into the bathroom, delighting in the sight of a changing table. He stripped her of her wet, pink jogging pants, and hoisted her up onto the table. Everything seemed better all ready. She was in a strange, new place for a diaper change, but she was there with him.

Lying down with the guidance of his hands, she got comfortable and then got silly. She put her legs up in the air and grabbed the toes of her sneakers. Every changing session was unique and he always made each one special for her, but the one thing that remained present in all of them was how little she felt.

She was an adult, a woman, yet there she lied on a changing table in a diaper she had soaked so thoroughly her pants got wet. There was no finer moment of feeling little than when he changed her diaper.

At one point in time, she would cover her face, embarrassed that she was diapered and wet. Further embarrassment would come from the fact that she enjoyed being a baby.

But she had long since gotten over that embarrassment, realizing there were far more important things to be embarrassed about and eventually get over as well.

She wiggled her waist, making her diaper crinkle as she giggled at herself.

“Yes, that’s a wet tushy you’ve got there,” Zeke said, lowering her legs back down and unfastening her diaper tapes.

It had begun and he had begun speaking his Daddy talk! She smiled behind her pacifier as he folded the front of her wet diaper down and began to wipe her skin.

She stared amorously into his eyes as a little soul delighting in the care she was receiving. His hands were so gentle in cleaning her and as always she hardly felt the wipe, but rather how clean it made her feel.

He took hold of her ankles and lifted her legs up, sliding the wet diaper away and continuing to clean her. She shivered at the cool rush of air on her backside and the even cooler initial touch of the wipe.

He had put her in such a little mood she was bursting at the seams. Had it not been for her obedience to his directions to always stay still when being changed, she might have wiggled all around and eventually crawled up into his arms, diaperless or not.

Sensing her playfulness of the moment, he made long, ticklish-worthy strokes with the wipe. It tickled indeed and she giggled behind her pacifier, trying hard to keeping from squirming.

While keeping her legs at full-mast in the air, he unfolded and slid her new diaper into place beneath her. She could hear the crinkle and smell the powder he now applied to her bottom. He never coated her heavily, just a light dusting which smelled as sweetly as it felt when he spread it around ever-so-gently with his hand.

Lowering her legs down, her bottom came to rest inside the new diaper. Ah, the feeling of a new Teddy Bear Bambino diaper which had fast become her favorite.

He took the same time and caressing care powdering her front and around to her hips. She had grown accustomed to getting a mixture of feelings when he touched her front. Some were little in nature while others were a bit more grown up and sexual. What was once a confusing scenario of feelings had grown together into one sensation which made her happy.

He paused from diapering her and leaned forward, touching the tips of their noses and wiggling them back and forth. She giggled at him and quickly rubbed the tip of her nose for the ticklishness it just received.

He returned to the task at hand, folding the diaper up in the front and wrapping it snuggly around her hips.

As he began fastening it into place with the tapes, she elated in the sound of the tapes and the snugness which now enveloped her.

When he was done, she parted her legs and drew her knees up to her shoulders. Patting her freshly diapered bottom, he leaned in again towards her face, kissing her on the forehead ever-so-delicately.

Their eyes met and locked into a stare which spoke volumes about how each of them felt.

“I love you more than words can say,” he confessed, rolling his fingertips down her glowing cheeks. “And that is a difficult thing for an author to admit to. I will never let anything happen to you that is unpleasant or hurts you in any way. I am your world and I will keep you very, very happy inside it.”

Putting one hand behind her head and another behind her back, he sat her up on the changing table. She reached up and grabbed the back of his head while letting the pacifier fall from her lips.

Thrusting his head towards her, she planted her lips on his and opened his mouth with her tongue in a manner that was driven with a passion she couldn’t control, nor wanted to. Had they been at home, she would’ve kept the passion up until they both lost control and wound up in bed. This was the usual way their foreplay began, with a heated advance intended to reach one destination only: love.

They broke the kiss off, realizing that the bathroom of a laundromat was not the time or place for where they were headed.

But the sentiment was clear and the mood didn’t change.

That is, the mood didn’t change until Zeke picked up her pink jogging pants and discovered she couldn’t put them back on. They were drenched.

The look on Zeke’s face told Lily everything she needed to know.

All their laundry was being washed right now and the diaper bag was a simple travel sized one. It held only what was necessary to change her diaper, not cover it.

Zeke wore a button down shirt with no t-shirt under it, having decided to make a lazy day out of his wardrobe. So he couldn’t even give her the shirt off his back. Even if he could’ve, her bare legs would’ve drawn the attention they were trying to avoid anyway.

Lily was wearing her sneakers, socks, a sweatshirt and a completely exposed diaper. And all her options were gone.

Prior to exiting the bathroom, they embraced again. What a difficult thing that had to now be done. Lily became very little minded once again, knowing he had nothing to cover her diaper before they walked back out to the washers.

She was scared, petrified even. This little town had a lot of people in it who knew Zeke. Anything could happen and anyone could be standing on the other side of that bathroom door.

He put the diaper bag and the jogging pants in the laundry basket and picked it up. Taking her by the hand, he opened the door and they walked out of the bathroom, uncertain of what to expect.

Her heart was pounding as she peeked out from behind him, taking the tiniest of steps she could in an effort to not crinkle. Her eyes looked left and right.

Zeke headed straight for the entrance door in an attempt to get her to the car as quickly as possible, but only a few steps into their journey they stopped.

Zeke’s mother had walked in through the entrance door and made her way over to them with a smile and cheerful greeting.

She hugged him as a mother would do to a son she hadn’t seen in a little while. Lily was paralyzed with fear. She looked down at her waist and the obvious diaper she was wearing. She looked to the entrance door and considered making a quick, dashing escape. She could run out of the laundromat, but not without running past Zeke’s mother. She watched as their embrace ended. She was doomed and conceded her discovery and defeat without much of a fight.

Shaking like a leaf, she extended her arms out to Zeke’s mother, trying hard to do so in her typical little girl fashion. There was no longer any need to hide things from her anymore. It was clear what Lily’s relationship to Zeke included.

“Lily, what’s the matter?” his mother asked. “You’re trembling. Sweetheart?”

His mother took Lily’s hands in her own.

“Lily? Lily?” she asked with concern.

And then Zeke’s mother’s voice changed into his voice. Lily stared, confusedly, at his mother who now spoke with her son’s tone of voice.

“Lily? Lily?” she continued to hear.

Her vision grew blurry and then went black.

“Lily? Lily?” she heard, slowly regaining her eyesight and senses.

She found herself on the couch in their apartment. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, trying to put together what had happened and how she got back there.

Zeke sat alongside her, touching his fingertips to her forehead and checking for a temperature.

“You were trembling like a leaf. Are you all right?” he asked. “Did you have a bad dream?”

Lily now sat up fully and looked around.

“Have we been to the laundromat yet?” Lily asked.

“Not yet, no,” Zeke replied. “But maybe we shouldn’t go if you’re not feeling up to it.”

Lily closed her eyes and smiled, hugging her teddy bear and blanket. A relief fell over her as she was finally able to put it all together.

It was just a dream.

“Lily?” Zeke asked with growing concern.

“I’m okay,” Lily replied. “We can go to the laundromat.”

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure. It was just a dream,” Lily answered, curling up into a ball as she recalled how the inescapable discovery in her dream made her feel.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll gather up what we have to wash.”

He got up and walked down the hallway.

“Daddy, what laundromat are we going to?” she asked, awaiting his reply, patiently.

“I was thinking we could go to the one down the street from Mom’s place. Maybe she’ll be around somewhere,” he called out to her from the bedroom.

“Maybe,” Lily said, smiling widely.

She sat there in wonderment. What dream had she just caught? Was there déjà vu ahead for her? Returning her attention to the Saturday morning cartoons, she vowed not to fall asleep again.

A short while later, they exited the apartment, taking the elevator to the ground floor and heading to the car. Lily could see the small patches of snow along the walkway which had survived the temperatures of early March.

Spring would soon be upon them and the memories of this winter would remain with her, but they would be memories only. She would have to wait until next year for more snow.

And her favorite snow time destination was the Lancaster County Park. From sledding to snowmen to snow angels, she was the queen of the icicles.

But the winter saw a lot of things happen other than just snowfall.

Taylor and Billy got married. Their wedding was on a beautiful Saturday in February. It was chilly, but still a treasure because of the snow covered hills that surrounded the church.

They had planned out the perfect wedding. The flowers were arranged around the sanctuary and added a touch of color to the affair. Soft pinks, deep reds, and brilliant whites adorned the bouquets.

Billy and his groomsmen wore matching black tuxedos with deep red vests and bowties. The bridesmaids, one of which being Lily, wore pink. As Lily recalled what her dress looked like she smiled widely, having been the unyielding force behind the color choices.

Taylor looked so beautiful. Her dress was as unforgettable as the moment the organ began playing Here Comes the Bride.

Lily curled up in a ball in the passenger’s seat as they headed south out of Lancaster City. She kept to herself and looked out the window, reliving her sister’s wedding entrance with a jealousy. She hoped her wedding day with Zeke would be just as memorable, so that it would be as etched-in-her-mind as the perfect parallel to her sister’s wedding.

Lily’s concerns about maybe not being able to have children still worried her. Even though Zeke said he would be fine with it if she couldn’t have any, Lily still kept the concern close to her heart. She knew they both wanted kids and would feel that a passage and rite of her life would be lost. She was female and wanted to have that decision be one that she and Zeke made, not one that was made by a doctor or by an illness.

As if she had been daydreaming and missed the whole trip, they suddenly pulled up in front of the laundromat. She snapped back to reality as Zeke retrieved the laundry basket from the back seat and opened his door.

He headed to the front door and opened it, turning back to see Lily still standing at the side of the car, staring over at a black Labrador across the street who was barking. Her eyes then turned to the group of teenage boys turning the sidewalk in front of the laundromat into a ramp with their skateboards.

“Princess?” Zeke called to her, snapping her out of her trance.

She made her way to the front door, but kept glancing back at the dog and skaters, beginning to feel a sense of déjà vu coming on.

Keira spoke with Lily about déjà vu and how it could really scare the daylights out of you. That strange feeling that you’ve been somewhere before was only intensified by the appearance of things you remember vividly, like a dog across the street, a convention of skater boys, and a sweet old lady sitting inside the front door.

Then that little boy appeared from around the corner, knocking the diaper bag from her hand. She looked down at the diaper bag and her eyes grew big with horror. It was the travel sized one. She leaned over to pick it up and the urgency to pee came upon her. Clenching her muscles, she prevented it from happening, but had to concentrate to keep it that way.

Just as in her dream, Zeke went straight to the washers and set the laundry basket down. He set the cloth knapsack next to him. Déjà vu was happening and Lily could hardly keep up.

“Would you be so kind as to put these clothes in the next washer over?” he asked her.

She froze in place at the horror of hearing him say that. It was exactly as she dreamed. She spun her head around and looked back out to the front of the laundromat, frantically searching for his mother’s car. Was she on the way right now?

She clenched her knees together trying desperately not to pee. Only now, all too late did she realize that fighting the urge just made her situation worse. Having held it back made her urgency unbearable and she would surely flood her diaper with a force that would soak the back of her pants.

“Lilian …,” Zeke said with a deep, assertive tone.

She looked back at him with fear. He had never used her full first name before. Was he angry with her?

The look on his face told her no, but that he wanted her to help. So, she slowly walked over to him, careful as to not make sudden movements that would cause her to spring a leak.

She carefully knelt down and opened the washer along with the knapsack. The first item of clothing she pulled out was the chocolate-stained nightie.

She lifted it out and stared at it, not reminiscing about how it got stained, but how seriously her déjà vu was taking these events closer and closer to that outcome with his mother.

She threw the nightie in the washer and quickly began tossing everything else in until she got to the pink footed PJs. Removing the pacifier and clip from the collar, she tossed the PJs in the washer and closed the door.

Her mind was searching for how to fix her desperation. Maybe she could just go use the toilet, explaining to him that she had dreamt of wetting her pants and that she didn’t have any other pants to put on and that he had to change her in the bathroom and then she had to walk around in just her diaper and then his mother appeared.

She watched him loading the last of the laundry into the washer and closing the door. He turned to her. As they met eyes, she knew she couldn’t tell him of her dream.

For as much as he took her illness well when she told him and for as much as when he took the news well of her abusive father when she told him, telling him now that she was dreaming of future events, seemed an impossibility.

He had his limits and this would certainly help him to meet them. What would he think? Would he see her as crazy?

She wasn’t strong enough to find out those answers, at least not right then and there.

“What’s on your mind, Princess?” he asked, gently leaning her into an embrace.

“I have to pee … real bad, too,” she admitted, collapsing her tiny frame against his body.

She awaited the response she expected. ‘She was a BabyGirl and that’s why she wore diaper.’ She could almost hear him saying it all ready. And when he did say things like that, her tummy always got fluttery, her skin tingled and her mind went small.

They were always welcomed reactions to the things he said to her, but this time they didn’t solve the problem at hand. She had to pee and was certain she would leak.

He had no idea about her dream and neither of them thought to bring a second outfit along.

But he wasn’t saying anything. She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, resting her chin on his chest. He stroked her cheeks with his fingers and then said something she never expected to hear from him.

“Why don’t you go use the toilet then,” he said. “Just to play it safe.”

“Really?” Lily asked, shocked he suggested it.

“Yeah,” he replied with a smile. “You do remember how to use it, right?”

“Of course,” Lily laughed, embracing him even tighter. “Thank you, Daddy.”

She made a quick bee-line for the bathroom, locking the door behind her, lowering her pants and diaper before sitting down on the toilet.

She closed her eyes in relief and leaned back. There was nothing more wonderful at that moment then having avoided the déjà vu nightmare ending.

Keira had told her that when she began to feel the déjà vu, she needed to break the cycle by doing something that went against the déjà vu.

By having peed in the toilet, Lily prevented her pants from getting wet and thus prevented his mother from discovering anything, should she show up.

Finishing up, she leaned forward and pulled up her diaper and pants. She stood up and walked over to the sink to wash her hands, do the hair primping and do the make-up check before returning to the public eye.

She walked over to the door, unlocked it and opened it only to pause when she felt wetness against her right leg.

She felt her right thigh through the pants and it was indeed wet. Looking back at the toilet, she saw a puddle of water in front of it. When she pulled her pants down and had a seat, she dropped her pants right in the water.

“Are you done?” a voice said from the other side of the bathroom door she had partially opened.

Lily peered out and saw the sweet old lady who was knitting when they arrived. She stepped out of the way, allowing the old lady to enter the bathroom.

Lily felt her right pant leg again and sniffed the wetness on her fingers. It was simply water from leaky plumbing, but her situation hadn’t improved. The déjà vu hadn’t been broken yet.

Yes, she could explain that her pants were wet because the bathroom had water on the floor, but who would really come up and ask? Besides, people’s focus would now be on her pants and a padded bottom. She feared she would soon be receiving unwanted attention.

Teary-eyed, she returned to Zeke’s side at the exact moment his mother walked in. Her heart began racing like a mighty steed in full-gallop. How could this have happened? She had stopped the déjà vu and it started itself back up.

Zeke spoke with his mother and Lily stayed glued to his side. Should the topic of her wet pants come up, Lily thought she could tell the truth about the water on the floor, but doing so created another problem:

Everyone would be looking at the back of her pants and possibly her diapered bottom. The excuse that she was incontinent wouldn’t fly since that would’ve been something revealed to his mother long before then.

“Lily, you and I need to spend some time together,” his mother said. “Maybe we can get a bite to eat and then stop out at the Kohl’s on Route 30. Zeke’s Aunt and I collect the Kohl’s cash and I have about 30 dollars which I’d like to spend. Spring’s coming up. Maybe you need something we could find for you there.”

“Sure,” Lily said, bouncing up and down at the idea of a shopping trip while still nervously keeping her wet pant leg up against Zeke and out of his mother’s sight. “How about tomorrow?”

“Oh, Sweetheart,” his mother said, while giving her a hug.

Lily returned the hug with sincerity, but kept her wet pant leg away.

“I’m getting to the age now where I don’t make last minute plans,” his mother continued. “I have to plot these trips out. That way I can plan out exactly how I want to do these things … if I want to come home from work a few hours early and sleep or if I want to drive up to meet you at your place or if I …”

As his mother continued to give the never-ending list of possible scenarios of how the trip would go, Lily’s eyes grew wide and she casually glanced over at Zeke whose face read nothing less than: My Dear Heaven …

The washers buzzed their completion and Lily quickly volunteered to put it all in the dryers. She went over and began to do so as Zeke continued to talk with his mother. Lily threw the whites in the dryer first, elating in not having had her wet pants discovered.

She began tossing the darks in the dryer with an importance to get to the last washer when his mother appeared out of nowhere and offered to help. She opened the washer with the AB delicate clothing inside.

Lily’s eyes widen as his mother began putting those delicates in the dryer, pausing when she saw the footed PJs.

“Zeke had a pair of footed PJs when he was little,” his mother said.

“Really?” Lily asked. “Did he wear them a lot?”

“Often,” his mother answered. “They were bright red with white feet and a long white zipper that went from the left ankle all the way up to the collar. I recall having to replace that zipper a time or two.”

Lily looked out the front window at Zeke who had run to the car to get something his mother had asked for. He was rummaging through the trunk.

She smiled at the thought of him in footed PJs. Oh, what fun she was going to have with this information.

Lily finished loading the dark colors in a dryer. She shut the door and turned to his mother who had just come across the nightie.

“Zeke really loves you, Sweetie,” his mother said as she looked at the nightie.

Lily froze in fear.

“Did he buy this for you?” his mother asked.

“Um … yes,” Lily said quickly and breathlessly. “It was a Valentine’s day present.”

“It’s very pretty. My son is a romantic … just like his father was,” his mother added. “Zeke will be a good husband for you and someday, hopefully he’ll make a good Daddy.”

“Someday, hopefully,” Lily responded, biting her lip at the double meaning his mother didn’t even know about.

“Maybe he is all ready,” his mother said quickly with a wink and a grin on her face as she threw the nightie in the dryer with the rest of the delicate laundry.

If Lily hadn’t just used the bathroom, she would’ve wet herself right then and there again. Did her future mother-in-law know? Had she figured it out? Was it time to come clean?

Lily had no idea how to respond. Anything she said might give away the truth. To Lily, it didn’t matter so much. Yes, she definitely didn’t want to tell his mother that she was an AB. But if that knowledge got out, Lily wouldn’t be destroyed by it. Perhaps a little embarrassed, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world for her.

Or would it?

His mother didn’t seem like the kind of person to spread that sort of information around. Lily stood there, trying to convince herself it was okay to say it and that his mother would understand and embrace her future daughter-in-law with caring and supportive open arms.

But Zeke didn’t want his mother to know. He made this abundantly clear and if Lily revealed it, he would be furious with her. She simply didn’t know what to say. Lowering her chin shyly as the little feeling began to overwhelm her, she searched for the words to respond.

“Lily?” his mother asked, pressing the issue forward. “Is my son a Daddy all ready?”

The way his mother said the word Daddy caused Lily to shudder slightly. The thought of what it meant to her had always been differently from what it meant to his mother. But now that line of difference seemed unclear, blurred to the point where life as she knew it might change with the simple answer of yes.

His mother stared down at Lily’s waist. Suddenly the diaper felt like it was six inches thick and forming such a bulge that it didn’t seem just likely but unmistakably apparent.

Lily shifted her stance, leaning up against the dryers. She froze in that position when she heard how loudly her diaper just crinkled with the movement of her hips.

Had she not pulled it back up into place correctly in the bathroom? Had one of the side flaps worked its way out over the waist band of her pants? Was it sticking out for all to see?

If Lily lied to get herself out of the moment, would it be obvious she was lying?

She wanted so badly to look down at her waist to see what the situation was. She wanted so badly to feel if a portion of her diaper was showing, but there’s was no inconspicuous way to do any of this, not with his mother standing in front of her with folded hands awaiting an answer she was determined to hear before she left.

Lily’s heart started pounding again. Her pulse quickened and she could feel a tingle of nervousness intensifying the tingle that had all ready washed across her skin moments earlier.

His mother looked back up from Lily’s waist and the moment of truth had arrived.

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me, Lily?” his mother asked with a look on her face that she knew Lily was nervous and therefore something must have been up.

“Yes,” Lily said, lowering her shoulders and preparing to come clean. “I am …”

“We are sorry to inform you, Mom,” Zeke said, appearing from behind his mother. “That you will have to wait a little bit longer before you get any grandkids from us.”

“Oh, okay. I wasn’t sure, but began to suspect when you told me she had to run quickly into the bathroom, I began remembering how quickly that urge would come out of nowhere when I was pregnant you with,” his mother said to him. “And I thought a long sweatshirt might be you trying to hide the fact, Lily.”

Lily smiled in relief, but relief didn’t even begin to adequately describe how she felt.

“Not yet, Mom,” Lily said.

“Soon, hopefully?” his mother asked her.

“Hopefully,” Lily said, swallowing a lump in her throat. “I think we’ll be getting married before I can make you any promises.”

A sense of guilt fell across Lily’s face, since she wasn’t sure if she could even have children at this point. She felt as if she would be letting everyone down. Tears came to her eyes and she tried her best to keep a smile.

His mother, sensing what had just happened in Lily’s mind, walked up to her and hugged her.

“You don’t need to promise me anything,” his mother said to her. “I’m happy that you will be my daughter-in-law. Whatever the two of you decide beyond that I will support you on.”

“Thank you,” Lily said, wrapping her arms around his mother.

“If you ever need to talk to someone about it, I’m here to listen,” his mother added. “Well, I’ll leave you two be. I’m off to lunch with Pat at Lapp’s restaurant.”

Zeke handed her the papers he found in his car.

“I almost have all the family tree figured out, except a few relatives on your side yet,” Zeke said to his mother.

“We’ll get it figured out yet,” his mother said, giving him one more hug.

“Yeah,” Zeke said. “The answers are there somewhere.”

“Don’t let your mother-in-law-to-be rush you into having a baby,” she said to Lily while hugging her and inadvertently placing her hand so low on Lily’s back that she actually pressed in on her diapered bottom.

“Take care of yourself, Mom,” Lily said quickly, trying not to show that the hug was a close call. “And thank you for understanding.”

“We girls have to stick together sometimes,” his mother said to her as she headed for the front door before stopping to turn around and add one final thought. “But when you are ready, I’d really love a baby girl to dress up. Bye bye.”

His mother headed out the front door, waving to them as she got in her car and drove off.

Zeke and Lily both exhaled at the same time and looked at each other.

What an unforgettably close call that was!