A Baby's Secret Room - Part 1 (Patreon)

(Please enjoy this new POV story. Sometimes with POV’s I give the POV character a gender, but this one is genderless. So whether you prefer identifying as a Mommy or a Daddy... enjoy. <3 )

You let out a small sigh as you shut your car door. It had been another very long day at work. You understood having to work such long and difficult hours to make some payments on your new house, but your boss was an asshole and you were starting to crack at the seams. Thank god it was the weekend now. All you wanted to do was relax a little, eat something, and maybe cuddle with your girlfriend for a while.

You walked in the house, set your bag down and hung your jacket up. You looked around, but was a little surprised that you didn’t see your girlfriend right away. Normally at the time you got home she was either cooking something, or curled up on the couch watching TV or reading a book.

“Hmm...” You mumbled aloud. You began to walk through the house to look for her. You searched the closet... no girlfriend. You searched the bathroom... no girlfriend. You searched the garage... again no girlfriend. Her car was in the driveway, she had to be here somewhere. You went upstairs to check the bedroom, but still didn’t find her. “Imani?” You called out softly through the upstairs hallway. No answer.

You were starting to think that maybe she’d gone out with a friend and not taken her car, though usually she mentioned to you if she wasn’t going to be home for dinner. You were about to walk downstairs—when you stopped.

“I wonder...” You say aloud as your lips begin to form into a smile. You walked back up the three steps you’d descended and started heading towards “that room”. The room that you usually kept locked in case of visitors. It was a relatively new room that waited inside one of the last doors at the end of the hallway, though not the one at the very end because you two figured that would peak too many people’s interest.

You walked over to the door, your smile still across your lips, and pressed your ear to the closed wooden door. You heard movement. You listened closely and heard the sounds of very soft gentle music playing, a few jingly toys rattling about, and the sound of a quite distinct little crinkle.

Smiling to yourself, you quickly rushed to your bedroom and changed out of your work clothes and into the perfect caregiver clothes you could find. Then you headed back the bedroom and listened in again.

“Are you weady Mr. Beary?” Came the sound of your girlfriends’ Little voice. You heart melted, she was so so adorable. Especially when she didn’t know someone else was around. Maybe you should secretly set up a video baby monitor in there so you could check and see if she’s in there when you’re at work. The thought brought a mischievous grin to your face.

More sounds from within the room broke you out of your newest fantasy; shuffling and more crinkling as she moved around. “I don’t know about you, but I certainly do.” Your girlfriend said aloud, her conversation with Mr. Beary continuing.

You were about to go inside when you had one more idea! You rushed downstairs to the kitchen where you searched through the cabinets until you found what you were looking for: one of your spare baby bottles. Humming to yourself you filled it with milk and put a little formula in it, knowing your baby liked it to be as genuine as possible before you heated the milk up a little. Then you hurried back upstairs, excited to surprise your girlfriend.

You listened against the door one more time to hear your girlfriend still talking to her friend, "Okay“! Upsy we go! Come on!” More crinkling and shuffling. After a small hesitation, you put on your best caregiver smile and entered the room.

The sight you found in front of you was something that would have made a lot of “normal” people in the world react in total shock, maybe even cringe at the sight. But not you. The sight in front of you melted your cold (Jaded from long hours at work.) heart.

Your girlfriend sat there on a changing pad, on top of the giant changing table in the adult sized nursery you two had set this whole room up for. Most people use their spare rooms for a guest bedroom or for storage. Your guys’ spare room was filled with a changing table, a playpen, a giant crib, and mountains of toys and diapers and pull-ups of all sorts of different kinds.

Your girlfriend sat atop the changing table wide eyed and clutching one of her favorite teddy bear toys to her beautiful naked chest. Speaking of naked, the pretty girl was wearing nothing besides two long white lace socks, one of her favorite kinds of pull-up diapers, and a big dramatic bow atop her cute little head.
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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