“Rusty, I need a new diaper and I’m hungry,” Marcia whined. Rusty looked at Christine. Christine’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Rusty!”
“I know, I know, you need a fresh diaper,” Rusty said. Marcia squirmed in the sling, no doubt spreading her mess all over her cute little bum.
“And I’m hungry! I want milk!” Marcia wailed. Rusty sighed. She lifted her shirt, unlatched her nursing bra, and adjusted the sling to be right below her bared breast. Marcia eagerly latched onto Rusty’s nipple and began to suckle hungrily. Rusty looked at Christine again.
“Do you believe me now?” she asked. Christine opened and closed her mouth a few times.
“…Yes,” she said faintly. She cleared her throat. “Once Marcia is done, I’ll have the help change her for you.” A surge of maternal protectiveness rose in Rusty.
“No, I can take care of her,” Rusty said firmly. “All I need are supplies.”
“Very well.”
While Marcia fed, Christine sent for changing supplies for Marcia. By the time Marcia was done, the supplies had arrived. Rusty carefully set Marcia on the changing mat provided to her and fixed her bra and shirt. With that resolved, it was time to take care of her stink bomb baby. Marcia squirmed, fussing unhappily as Rusty removed her clothes and diaper. To Rusty’s frustration, Marcia’s diaper had leaked onto her onesie.
“Marcia, how did you fill this up so quickly?” Rusty scolded.
“I can’t help it!” Marcia whined. Christine leaned over.
“Ah, I see,” she said. “You used a diaper meant for an older baby. It was only slightly too big, but that was enough for it to leak. Luckily, my staff found the appropriate size.” Marcia continued to squirm around. “Here.” Christine produced a pacifier from somewhere and popped it into Marcia’s mouth. Marcia immediately stopped moving around, though she was still visibly unhappy. Rusty cleaned Marcia up and taped her into the fresh diaper. It fit better than the other and was poofier, presumably to hold larger messes. Now in a clean diaper, Marcia smiled.
Rusty and Christine sat down in comfy armchairs, Marcia in Rusty’s lap.
“We need to discuss what we will do next,” Rusty said. Christine nodded.
“I agree. In particular, we need to discuss what to do with Marcia,” she said. She smiled at baby Marcia. “With her asleep, that conversation should be easy.”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s helpless now. We have to keep her out of harm’s way until she can be returned to normal,” Christine said. “Luckily, I know an excellent 24-hour daycare-”
“Daycare?” Rusty said in shock. She held Marcia closer. “I don’t want her to be so far away from me!”
“In that case, I can have my staff look after her. Or I can.”
“I don’t want to be separated from her,” Rusty insisted. Her maternal instincts were screaming at her to keep her precious baby close.
“And I refuse to allow her to be brought into further danger.”
“We’re on the same page in that regard,” Rusty said. “I have no intentions on bringing her with me to investigate this house more while she’s like this.”
“If you don’t want to leave her but also don’t want to bring her into danger, what do you want to do?” Christine asked. Rusty looked down at her sweet, sleeping baby. Marcia suckled the pacifier peacefully. Rusty stroked her face. She knew that the banshee was why she was feeling so maternal towards Marcia, even thinking of Marcia as her baby. But knowing that wasn’t enough to stop the feelings from dictating her actions. Rusty sighed.
“I know what to do,” she said softly.