Stunned at his appearance, Jacob doesn’t react. He merely stares silently, fear and confusion warring inside him. The daycare worker chuckles slightly and brings him over to an area that has been set aside for toddlers to play in.
“We’re going to find your parents for you, but in order to do that, we need your name,” the daycare worker says, using the gentle tone reserved for toddlers. “Can you tell me your name, buddy?” Jacob does his best to stammer out a response, but is hampered by his continuing shock.
“J-Jay,” he squeaks. His voice gives out before he can say the rest of his name.
“Jay. Got it.” The daycare worker sets Jacob down and disappears. Jacob sits completely still on the floor, his mind filled with static. The daycare worker comes back and pins a nametag reading “Jay” onto the front of Jacob’s romper. “Go ahead and play while we find your mommy and daddy.” Jacob looks up at the daycare worker silently. The daycare worker just chuckles again and walks off.
Jacob gets to his feet, unsteady. Whether it’s from his young age or the thick diaper spreading his legs apart, he doesn’t know. He toddles over to the edge of the play area, which is blocked off by a baby gate, and watches the daycare worker sit at the front desk. The daycare worker begins to type into the desk’s computer. Presumably, Jay is being looked up, either by checking the daycare’s records or checking the gym memberships.
Jacob’s heart races in fear of what the daycare worker will find.