Jas straightened. With his diaper now full, he waddled over to Cal.
“Papa, I poo-poo,” he informed the man who had adopted him. Cal looked down from what he was doing.
“Papa’s boy cannot help making stinky presents, can he?” Cal cooed. Jas shook his head. He was quite some time into being a diapered toddler, and despite extensive work on his part, as well as that of Gwendolyn, who now went by Gwen, he had made zero progress. Honestly, Jas was beginning to wonder whether he would ever be out of diapers.
Cal picked Jas up and carried him to the nursery. Jas sucked on his thumb idly during the trip. He and Gwen had moved in with Cal a few months ago. Many things had changed in that short time. Cal proved to be not just a kind and doting father, but when he wasn’t around other guards, he was very sweet and loving to Gwen as well. Apparently, he felt the need to act tough and crass around his peers.
Gwen started going by the shortened version of her name soon after the move, saying she wanted a fresh start. That fresh start included not just starting a relationship with Cal, but marrying him. Jas had asked about it, but Gwen said she was genuinely attracted to Cal, now that she spent time with him outside of his work. Cal was thrilled to have a wife and son, and judging by the noises that came from Gwen and Cal’s bedroom every night, was actively working on having another child.
Cal entered the nursery and laid Jas on the changing table. He sang quietly to Jas as he changed the former Prince’s diaper, making Jas smile. Gwen wasn’t the only one fond of Cal. In fact, Jas began calling Cal “Papa” without any prompting, as he felt the man deserved the title. Similarly, Gwen deserved the title of “Mama”, and was how Jas referred to her, even in private. Cal kissed Jas’s forehead, picked him up, and brought him to the kitchen, where Gwen was serving up dinner.
“I can get Jas’s meal ready while you nurse him,” Cal said. Gwen kissed Cal on the cheek.
“Thank you, dear.” She took Jas from Cal and sat down at the table. She then bared her breasts. They still produced plenty of milk to keep Jas happy, though his diet now included mashed fruit and vegetables. Jas latched onto the offered nipple happily. Cal placed a bowl of mashed pears in front of the special chair for Jas, which he would go in once he was done nursing. Jas closed his eyes, at peace. With two loving caregivers, a roof over his head, and warm milk filling his belly, the war and his former life seemed far away.
Jas was content with how things were. He wouldn’t change a thing.