“Rosie, I’m hungry!” At the familiar call, Rosie got up from her computer. Marcia, no longer a baby but a toddler, stood in her play pen, chubby fists clenching the walls of it for support.
“Eventually, you’ll have to be weaned, you know,” Rosie said to Marcia as she picked her daughter up. She walked back to her desk and sat down. Marcia rolled her eyes as Rosie pulled up her shirt, baring her breasts.
“I know. But we agreed that I would decide when that happened.”
“Yes, yes,” Rosie sighed. “Drink up, sweetheart. Mommy has to get back to work.” Marcia eagerly latched onto one of Rosie’s nipples. Rosie sighed again. The only way she convinced Marcia that they needed to start their lives over was by agreeing to let Marcia nurse from her as long as she wanted. To make this easier, Rosie just didn’t wear bras at home. She also had to agree that Marcia’s name remained unchanged, though Rosie obviously had to stop being Rusty. Marcia had jokingly suggested “Busty”, with how large Rosie’s breasts were.
Rosie turned her attention back to the task at hand. With her computer skills, finding a job that allowed her to work from home had been easy. She was able to do remote tech support and parent sweet little Marcia at the same time. That had been another requirement for their new lives. Marcia insisted that she would never be babysat or go to a daycare. She ultimately caved on the babysitting front, but only allowed Christine to babysit her. With babysitting an option, Rosie had been able to get into dating. Things were looking promising with, funnily enough, one of Christine’s grown sons, Lewis.
Christine had been kind enough to pay for Rosie and Marcia to start over in new lives, so when she tried to set Rosie up with her son, Rosie felt obligated to agree. But to her surprise, she found Lewis attractive and charming. Lewis was even aware of Marcia’s situation, so she didn’t need to act like a regular toddler in front of him like she did when Rosie took her to the store.
Rosie smiled, thinking about Lewis. She had caught him looking at her rings the other day. She had a feeling he was trying to figure out her ring size to propose. She wouldn’t mind giving Marcia a father. She also wouldn’t mind giving Marcia a younger sibling. Marcia began to grunt loudly. Rosie groaned. That younger sibling would have to wait until after Marcia was potty-trained. Potty-training Marcia was going very slowly, as Marcia was refusing to cooperate for the most part. A foul smell began to emanate from Marcia’s diaper, which now sagged under her. Yes, any children would have to be after Marcia stopped messing herself. Rosie didn’t want to be changing dirty diapers for two children at the same time.