Sam and Ellie - Part 1 (Patreon)

"H...hi, I'm Sam." he said unsteadily holding out his hand. "I'm Ellie," the young woman smiled, cautiously returning the handshake.

That's how it all started, on Sam's final year of school this girl had appeared out of nowhere. A new transfer half way through first term.

Sam had zero luck with girls, he was the last of his mates to ever be with a girl and now at eighteen years old it made him feel like a loser. It didn't help that they were all on his back to make sure he got laid before they left for college and now he was in his final year.

It all seemed rather poetic when Ellie happened to show up. He thought about introducing himself, but his nerves got the better of him.

After much persuasion and his friends threatening to make the introductions for him, Sam eventually found his voice and introduced himself.

Ellie was surprisingly easy to talk to, and without even fully aware of it Sam's nerves began falling away. They quickly grew rather fond of each other.

Soon the pair were spending all of their time at school together. Sam's friends were quick to point out that he should make a move quickly before he ended up stuck in the 'friendzone' permanently.

Sam wasn't in a hurry, he wasn't sure about his options if it got to that stage anyway. There's no way his mother would let him have a girl stay the night, she was rather fond of Ellie and spoken to her on multiple occasions.

But there was a big difference between dinner and spending the night. And Ellie seemed especially secretive about him going back to her place for the night. He still hadn't met her mother yet even though apparently she spoke quite highly of him according to Ellie.

One Friday Ellie approached him, looking incredibly nervous.

"Hey, what are you doing tonight." she asked him hesitantly.

"Oh, nothing why what's up." he asked, not failing to notice how odd she was acting.

"Mum want's to meet you, she's pretty insistent, only if you're free though."

Sam noticed how Ellie seemed rather hopeful at that last part. He wondered why she was so against him meeting her mother, she seemed alright on paper, maybe a bit overbearing but nothing more than what his own mother was.

"Oh sure, yeah that sounds good, I'll tell mum I wont be home." Sam replied, "Is everything alright?"

"Hmmm, oh yeah, it's all good, just nervous for you to come over I guess." Ellie shrugged, before making a hasty retreat.

After school Sam made his way home to find his mother waiting in the kitchen.

"So you're going over to Ellie's tonight?" his mother asked.

"Yeah, just for dinner, I don't suppose you mind dropping me off?" he asked hopefully, loving the idea of not having to take a bus.

"Sure love, I've been chatting with her mother so it would be wonderful to finally meet her too."

That was unusual, Sam thought to himself. He hadn't the faintest idea that they had been talking to one another.

Sam hadn't packed anything, leaving with only his phone. He figured if he took a change of clothes in a bag it might give his mum the wrong idea and she would call it off.

The whole drive over he was trying to decipher why Ellie had been acting so strange about the whole thing. She was pretty much radio silent too, her only response was "Cool" when Sam said he was on the way over.

It made him question if he had done anything wrong, she had been fine the day before only after inviting him to the house had she begun acting so strangely.

The only idea he could come up with was she lived in squalor or in some sort of tiny home. But when Sam's mother pulled up to the driveway it looked like any other house on the street.

A classic suburban house with a generous front yard, it looked well kept too. It left him with a slight feeling of unease as he trudged his way to the front door and knocked.

While he waited for someone to come to the door Sam realised his mother was standing beside him.

"Mum, you can go now." he told her quite rudely.

"Excuse me, mind your manners. I want to meet Ellies mother thank you."

Sam grumbled but before he could say anything else on the subject the front door was already opening.

A woman with long, wavy brown hair and kind eyes appeared at the door. "You must be Sam, I've heard so much about you," she said warmly, extending her hand. "I'm Sarah, Ellie's mother."

Sam shook her hand, feeling a bit taken aback by how friendly and welcoming she was. He had expected her to be a bit more reserved, given how secretive Ellie had been about her.

"Come on in, dinner's almost ready," Sarah said, ushering them into the house. "Ellie's in the kitchen finishing up."

Sam nodded and waved goodbye to his mother as she stood back to talk to Sarah and made his way through the house.

As he walked through the house, Sam took note of how cozy it was. There were family photos hanging on the walls, and the furniture looked well-loved and comfortable. It was cozy yet elegant, with warm colors and chic furniture that made it feel like a home.

When he reached the kitchen, Sam saw Ellie standing at the stove, stirring what looked like a pot of stew.

"Hey, you made it," Ellie said, a smile spreading across her face. "I hope you're hungry."

Sam felt a wave of relief wash over him as he realized that everything seemed perfectly normal. He mentally chided himself for being so paranoid.

"It smells great," he said, nodding towards the pot.

Ellie blushed, her cheeks turning pink. "Thanks, it's just something I threw together," she said, looking down at the pot.

Sarah cleared her throat, drawing their attention. "Why don't you two go ahead and sit down? Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes."

Sam nodded, following Ellie to the small dining table in the corner of the room. They sat down across from each other, and Sam couldn't help but notice the strange way Ellie walked.

It was unusual like she had some extra gait in her step she hurriedly moved across the room to take her seat. When she sat down Sam heard a strange crinkle and a smell of baby powder that seemed to waft passed his nose.

He looked over at Ellie who refused to make eye contact and blushed bright red.

Sam's confusion only intensified as he watched Ellie squirm in her seat. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on, but he didn't want to embarrass her by asking.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.

Ellie shook her head, but didn't say anything. Sam could tell that she was struggling with something, but he wasn't sure what.

At that moment, Sarah came into the room with a pot of stew and a loaf of freshly baked bread. She set it down on the table and took her seat next to Ellie.

Sam frowned, sensing that something was off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was definitely something strange going on. As they ate, he tried to study Ellie's behavior without being too obvious about it, but she seemed to be avoiding his gaze.

Suddenly, Sarah spoke up. "It's wonderful to finally meet you Sam, Ellie speaks very highly of you."

Sam looked over at Ellie who offered a small smile but continued to look away and focus on the food in front of her.

"Thank's," he replied. "Ditto, Ellie speaks a lot about you too."

His words seemed to meet Sarah's heart. "Awwww, pumpkin." Sarah swooned, leaning over to pinch her daughters cheek.

"Mum stop," Ellie blushed. "You're embarrassing me."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about sweetheart, Sam would never judge you, would you?" she asked, looking over at his direction.

"No.. never," he replied, awkwardly over a mouthful of food.

He hadn't realized a piece of beef dropped from the spoon and landed on his shirt splattering the front.

Sarah chuckled as she instinctively leaned over to dab his shirt and mouth with a napkin. "Oh love, if you're having trouble eating maybe I should get you a bib!"

Sam felt his face heat up as he watched Sarah clean him up. He wasn't sure what was going on, but it felt like there was some sort of unspoken tension in the room.

"Thank you," he said, trying to hide his discomfort. "I'm just a bit clumsy sometimes."

Sarah smiled warmly at him and patted his arm. "It's no problem at all, dear. We all have our moments."

"Mum," Ellie whined, "Don't embarrass him."

Sarah chuckled, "He's not embarrassed are you Sam?"

"No it's fine honestly," he lied. Truthfully he felt very uncomfortable about the whole thing.

As dinner went on Sarah continued to make small talk with him, Ellie offered hardly any input which made the whole meal incredibly awkward.

As they finished their meal, Sarah cleared the dishes and began washing them in the sink. Ellie excused herself from the table, and was stopped just out of view of Sam on the way to her room.

"Love what's the matter, you're so fussy tonight, do you need a change?" Sam could hear Sarah ask Ellie.

Sam's heart skipped a beat at Sarah's words. A change? What did she mean by that? Was Ellie sick or something? He couldn't help but feel concerned for her.

He stood up from the table, feeling like he needed to check on Ellie.

As he peered around the corner he swore he could see Sarah pulling the waistband of Ellie's pant's out like she was checking for something.

Ellie quickly pulled away and toddled off towards her room and he swore he could see a bulge in the back of her pants as she walked away.

Sam's mind was racing with questions as he tried to process what he had just witnessed. He felt like he was intruding on something private between Ellie and her mother.

He stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Should he ask Sarah about it? Should he talk to Ellie?

Before he could make a decision, Sarah turned around and saw him standing there. "Is everything okay, dear?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Sam hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I couldn't help but notice that Ellie seemed a bit... different tonight," he said carefully. "Is everything alright with her?"

Sarah's expression softened as she walked over to him. "Oh, sweetheart, Ellie is just... a little bit special," she said, placing a hand on his arm. "She has some special needs that require a bit more attention than most kids your age."

It felt strange hearing Sarah refer to the two of them as kids, considering they were both eighteen and legally adults.

"You're a sweet young man Sam, I'm sure you would never judge Ellie for being different would you?" Sarah asked, looking quite serious.

"No, of course not." Sam quickly responded, desperately trying to work out what was going on.

Sarah's expression softened even more, and she gave him a warm hug. "You're a good boy, Sam," she whispered. "I know Ellie cares for you too."

Sam felt a flush of warmth in his chest as he hugged Sarah back.

Sam nodded, still trying to process everything. He couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for his earlier thoughts about Ellie's strange walk and the smell of baby powder.

As he made his way back to the table, he noticed a small bag he missed before sitting on the edge of the counter with the word "diapers" written on it in bold letters. He felt a knot form in his stomach as he realized what it meant.

Sarah followed his gaze and quickly moved to grab the bag, tucking it away in a cupboard. "That's just something we have to deal with," she said, her voice calm and composed. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Sam nodded, feeling awkward and unsure of what to say.

"Why don't we go and see Ellie, she should be in her room waiting for me."

"Sure." Sam said quickly getting up from his chair.

Strangely Sarah offered her hand out to him and oddly he felt compelled to take it. Sam felt incredibly awkward holding his best friend's mothers hand.

It was even more of a shock when she opened the door to Ellie's room and the view that greeted him.

Ellie was lying on her back on the bed, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and diaper, one that seemed soaked. Sam's eyes widened as he took in the sight. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Ellie looked absolutely traumatized, practically dead inside, as she might cry at any moment. Sam was about to apologize and excuse himself from the bedroom but Sarah was too quick and he lost the chance.

"Love, that diaper of yours is soaked," Sarah pointed out.

"Mum why did you bring Sam in here." Ellie whispered.

"Because dear," Sarah began as she fetched a diaper from the top of Ellie's dresser. "He was worried about you, you shouldn't keep secrets from your friend."

Sam felt like he was in a dream. He couldn't quite believe what was happening. As Sarah approached Ellie and pulled at one of the tapes he realized what was happening and quickly turned away.

He could hear tapes been pulled back as his friends dirty diaper was taken away.

"Lift up love," Sarah said, allowing her to easily slide a clean diaper underneath Ellies bottom.

The smell of baby powder lingered passed Sam's nose, the scent unmistakably similar to the one he had smelt earlier that day.

"Okay, all done," Sarah said, snapping the diaper closed and lifting Ellie up from the bed.

Sam looked over at Ellie who looked completely crestfallen, he had no idea what he could do to make her feel at ease.

"Ellie, are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes Sam," she snapped.

"Ellie that's not how we talk to our friends, it's not very polite is it?" Sarah scolded.

Ellie didn't respond and Sam ended up watching as Sarah discarded the dirty diaper in a pail that he hadn't noticed earlier sat in the corner of the room.

Sam stood there awkwardly as Sarah retrieved a diaper from Ellies dresser before taking it with her and walking right up to him.

"Sam dear, would you like me to put you in a diaper too?" Sarah asked looking hopeful.

"Ahhh, excuse me?" Sam stuttered, legitimately unsure if had heard her correctly.

"Ellie wears them because she has trouble going to the toilet on her own, I thought you might like to try one to bring you closer together." she explained.

"Mum can you just leave, don't be ridiculous he's never going to want to talk to me again now." Ellie cried.

Sam looked over at his friend and saw how heartbroken she was. Did she really think he wouldn't want to spend time together with her after this. He wasn't sure how he could prove how untrue that statement was, until he looked back at the diaper Sarah was holding.

Sam blushed and before he really knew what he was agreeing too he silently nodded.

Sarah smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Great! Let's get you changed then, I can show you your room too that you'll be staying tonight."

"I don't think I'm allowed to stay." Sam blushed.

"Nonsense dear, I already spoke to your mother and she was fine with the idea."

"Sam you don't have to do this," Ellie called out.

"It's fine Ellie, I don't mind." he lied.

Sam's heart was racing as he followed Sarah out of Ellie's room and into a nursery that had a changing mat laid out on the bed. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he felt like he couldn't back out now.

As Sarah began to undress him, Sam tried to distract himself by looking around the room. It was decorated in shades of blue and white, with a mobile hanging over the crib in the corner. He wondered if this room had once belonged to Ellie, but he didn't feel comfortable asking.

Before long, Sam was lying on his back on the changing mat, feeling the cool air against his skin. Sarah was gentle but efficient as she wiped him down with baby wipes and sprinkled a generous amount of baby powder over his nether regions.

Sam couldn't believe how vulnerable and exposed he felt, lying there with nothing on but a diaper. He wondered how Ellie must feel, having to wear one all the time. He hoped the experience would help him better understand his friend's struggles.

Finally, Sarah pulled the tabs of the diaper up and fastened them snugly around his waist, then helped him to his feet. As he stood there, feeling the bulk between his legs, he couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over him.

"Okay, all done!" Sarah said, helping him up from the changing mat.

Sam stood up, feeling the bulk of the diaper between his legs, and couldn't help but blush. He felt like he was wearing a sign that said "baby" on it.

It didn't help that he was standing there with his diaper exposed in the middle of a nursery that apparently he was supposed to spend the night.

As he looked around the room Ellie walked in looking much more practical in her pajamas that still managed to leave an obvious diaper bulge in the middle of her pants.

Sam I'm so sorry, I didn't know my mum was going to do this." Ellie said, looking at the floor.

"It's fine Ellie. It's not your fault." he said, trying to reassure her. "I just wanted you to know I don't think any less of you."

It felt like the first time that night Ellie had really looked at him. She looked up with a big warm smile and threw her arms around him.

"You're an amazing friend Sam, you don't know how much it means to me that you actually understand." Ellie said.

Sam enjoyed the hug, it felt strange having an exposed diaper, but it wasn't as awkward as he had imagined. It actually felt strangely nice the way his diaper rubbed up against hers, the thin fabric of her pants the only thing separating their crinkly bottoms.

As they broke the hug, Sarah walked back into the room with a smile on her face. "See, I told you it would bring you closer together," she said, beaming.

Ellie and Sam blushed as Sarah fawned over the two of them, even taking a picture with her cellphone.

"Absolutely adorable," she swooned.

"Mum, do you have to do that." Ellie whined.

"Love you'll appreciate these memories once you get to my age," she replied.

"Come on Sam," Ellie ignored her, pulling her friend passed and out into the living room.

"Can't I get some pant's first?" he asked, feeling particularly vulnerable being the only one without any.

Ellie gave him a telling look but it was Sarah that answered the question as she followed them into the room.

"It's better this way Sammy, now I can keep an eye on your diaper if you need a change, and you can get more comfortable at the idea of wearing them around people."

Sam cringed as he heard her mention the idea of a change. He hadn't actually expected her mother to make him use the diapers, he assumed he would still be able to use the toilet it wasn't like he couldn't control himself.

Ignoring what she said for the time being Sam took a seat on the couch next to Ellie, as Sarah left the room he finally felt slightly more relaxed.

"She doesn't actually expect me to use this right?" he whispered.

"Yeah, I think she does." Ellie replied, looking guilty.

"But I don't actually need them," Sam scoffed, before reeling himself in, afraid that he might of offended Ellie.

"Well neither do I really, truth be told." Ellie said, clearing her throat awkwardly.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, remembering the soaked diaper he saw his friend wearing earlier.

"Well have you ever seen me wearing them at school?" she asked.

"I guess not," Sam replied. "But why were you....wet?" He asked, trying and failing to find a way to bring that up without it being uncomfortable.

"Sometimes I wet at night, now mum diapers me for bed at five every night, and as soon as I'm in them I can't use the bathroom." Ellie sighed.

"But why does she do it so early, why can't you do it yourself I don't understand." Sam said, chuckling uneasily.

"You don't think I've had this argument with her a hundred times already, you've seen what she's like and how overbearing she is."

Sam had to agree, ever since walking into the house she had been very assertive and treated him like a child. Now he was sitting next to his best friend wearing a diaper like a baby, he had to wonder how he had let himself get into this position in the first place.

As Sam sat on the couch trying to wrap his head around the situation, Ellie leaned in close to him and whispered, "I don't think she's going to change her mind about the whole diaper thing, so we might as well try to make the best of it."

Sam sighed, feeling defeated. He couldn't believe he was actually going to have to use a diaper like a baby. But he knew Ellie was right. They were in this together and they might as well try to make the best of it.

As they sat there together, trying to make small talk, Sam couldn't help but feel more and more self-conscious about the diaper between his legs. He tried to shift his weight subtly, but it only made the crinkling sound louder.

Ellie seemed to notice his discomfort and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "It's okay Sam, just try to relax and act like it's no big deal. It's not like anyone else knows about it anyway."

But as Ellie leaned into him, her shoulder pressing against his, Sam felt a wave of affection for his friend wash over him. She had trusted him enough to let him into this part of her life, and he felt honored by that trust.

Ellie smiled at him, her eyes shining. "Thanks, Sam. I'm so glad you're here with me."

Sam remembered why he had wanted to come here in the first place. The strong feelings he had for his friend, he desperately wanted something more and he was sure the fact they now shared this secret together would only help him.

It was definitely a silver lining, especially considering as Ellie loaded up a movie for them to watch he realized he was going to have to explain himself to his mates when they asked what happened if they found out he spent the night.

He shuddered as he pictured their reactions if they actually ever found out the truth that he was sitting on the couch next to her in a diaper, they would still think that he was the bigger weirdo.

As the movie started to play Sarah returned into the room with a tray of snacks and drinks for the two of them. She set them down on the coffee table in front of them and handed Sarah a glass of juice before handing over a child's toddler cup too Sam.

"What's this for," Sam questioned, awkwardly holding the cup in his hands.

"Sorry Sam, no caffeine at this time of night, it's just juice." Sarah replied.

"No I get that," Sam started, "But why the kids cup."

"Because sweetie, I saw you're a messy eater, I don't want you making a mess over my sofa, speaking of."

Sam sat frozen, looking at Ellie with pleading eyes as Sarah fastened a bib around him.

"Id prefer you to wear that while your eating if you don't mind." Sarah told him.

Her word's made it seem like he had some choice in the matter, but evidently her mind was already made up as she left the room again.

"Sorry." Ellie grumbled.

"Can I take it off?" Sam asked.

"It's up to you honestly, mum's always like that, you kind of have to set the boundaries yourself and see what you can get away with."

"I don't want to make her mad." Sam replied.

"Then just leave it on, I'm not really in a position to tease you about it." Ellie said, smiling awkwardly.

Sam pondered what to do for a moment, he decided it was just better to put on a brave face and deal with it. He noticed Ellie was watching him out of the corner of her eye waiting to see what he would do.

He slid back down into the sofa and held the toddlers cup up towards his mouth as he sipped on the juice and Ellie's attention returned back to the movie.

He wasn't sure if he had made the right call and was trying to gauge what Ellie thought of him but he couldn't figure it out.

It was rather humiliating being in his predicament, Sam made the most of it though and instead focused on the fact that he  was making so much headway with Ellie.

As the movie continued to play, Sam started to relax a bit. The juice was sweet and refreshing, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in the childish cup.

Ellie shifted next to him, her thigh brushing against his. Sam felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was doing it on purpose.

He glanced over at her, taking in the way her hair fell across her face and the curve of her cheek.

Suddenly, his mind was distracted by the fact that he quite desperately had the urge to use the bathroom. It was an incredibly shit predicament, here he had this beautiful woman leaning up against him and he was torn by his need to get up and use the bathroom or wet his diaper.

It would have been a no brainer any other day of the week, but he would risk dealing with Ellie's unhappy mother and ruin the moment that they were sharing.

Sam considered both option's but his body seemed to be taking the decision out of his hands and soon he felt a wet warmth spreading in the diaper between his legs.

He froze, his heart racing as he realized what had happened. He looked at Ellie, who seemed to be engrossed in the movie, thankfully not noticing the wet patch in his diaper.

He tried to focus on the movie, but his mind was racing with embarrassment. How was he going to get out of this? He couldn't just sit there in a soaking wet diaper for the rest of the night.

He glanced over at Ellie again, trying to gauge her reaction. But she still seemed oblivious to what had happened.

Suddenly, Sarah walked back into the room, her eyes immediately falling on Sam's wet diaper. "Oh dear," she said, shaking her head. "Looks like someone needs a change."

Sam felt his face turn bright red as Sarah walked over to him, pulling him up by the hand. "Come on then, let's get you sorted out."

Ellie looked up, finally noticing what was going on her gaze was fixated on Sam's saggy diaper and he could swear she almost looked disappointed in him.

"Ellie do you need a change too?" Sarah asked.

"No mum." she responded plainly before switching her attention back to the movie.

"Alright then, I think it's time you guys head to bed anyway. I'll get little Sammy changed into a clean diaper and put him to bed in the nursery then you can come say goodnight."

Ellie nodded and watched Sam as he toddled off with Sarah towards the nursery.

Sam felt a sense of humiliation wash over him as he waddled through the hallway with Sarah. He couldn't believe he had wet himself like a baby. But he knew he had no choice but to go along with it if he wanted to spend more time with Ellie.

Sarah led him into the nursery, where a large changing table was set up in the corner. Sam felt a sense of dread as he realized what was about to happen.

"Okay, let's get you changed," Sarah said, patting the table. "Hop up here."

Sam did as he was told, feeling like a complete idiot as he lay down on the changing table. Sarah began to undo the tapes of his diaper, and he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.

He closed his eyes, trying not to think about what was happening. But he couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal as Sarah wiped him clean with a baby wipe.

The crinkling sound of the diaper made him feel even more childish, and he couldn't help but wonder what Ellie was thinking of him right now.

"Looks like you've had quite a bit to drink," Sarah said, smiling at him. "But don't worry, accidents happen."

Sam felt a sudden urge to get up and leave, but he couldn't turn back now. He had to see this through if he wanted to be with Ellie.

As Sarah cleaned him up and fastened a fresh diaper around his waist, Sam couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. At least he wouldn't be sitting in a wet diaper for the rest of the night.

"Alright, all done," Sarah said, patting his diaper. "Now off to bed with you."

Sam hopped off the changing table, feeling the bulk of the fresh diaper between his legs. He waddled over to the toddler bed that was set up in the corner of the room.

He climbed into bed, feeling the soft sheets and cozy blankets surround him. He couldn't believe he was actually spending the night in a nursery, in a diaper no less.

Sarah leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, sweetie," she said. "Sleep tight."

Sam watched as she left the room, closing the door behind her. He was alone now, in a room that felt too childish for his liking.

He glanced around, taking in the stuffed animals and mobile hanging from the ceiling. He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, wondering what the hell he was doing here.

But then he heard a knock on the door, and his heart skipped a beat. Was it Ellie? Was she coming to check on him?

The door creaked open, and Sam's heart raced as he saw Ellie's face peeking through the crack. "Hey," she said softly. "Can I come in?"

Sam nodded silently, unable to find his voice. Ellie pushed the door open fully and stepped inside, closing it behind her. She approached the bed, looking down at Sam with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"Are you okay?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Sam shrugged, feeling like a complete idiot. "I don't know," he admitted. "This is all just so...weird."

Ellie nodded, her fingers playing with the edge of the blanket. "I know what you mean," she said.

Her own diaper bulge was still obvious from the light shining in through the hallway.

I'm sorry about my mom," Ellie said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sam shrugged, feeling a bit self-conscious in his diaper. "It's fine," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I'm just not used to...this."

Ellie nodded, her eyes scanning the room. "Yeah, it's definitely not the most normal thing," she said with a small smile. "But my mom means well in her own strange way. I guess you know now why I don't ever have anyone over."

Sam chuckled, "Yeah I guess it makes sense now."

"The first guy I bring over to spend the night and he ends up spending it diapered in my old nursery." Ellie sighed.

Sam was glad it was so dark otherwise she would have seen how embarrassed and pink his face had gone.

"We'll I guess I better go to bed too, I'll see you in the morning Sam." Ellie said.

She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead and Sam felt his heart melt.

"Goodnight Ellie," Sam responded watching as she stood up to leave the room.

He had the urge to call out and get her to stop and spend the night with him, but he couldn't find the words.

Ellie paused for a moment, he could see her smile through the dim light that cast over the room. "Goodnight Sam, thankyou for putting up with all of this, at least you seem to be having a good time."

She gently closed the door leaving Sam in the complete dark alone with his thoughts.

***This story will conclude with part 2 when it releases next week***