After what feels like hours, Leah spots Rita walking through the park, clearly looking for her. Leah sighs in relief. Rita knew she didn't plan to stay at the park this long, and since Leah left her phone at home, decided to come and look for her. When Rita glances in her direction, Leah frantically waves at her. Rita's eyes widen. She hurries over.
"Leah, what are you-" she starts before the mom interrupts.
"Is this your little girl?" she asks.
"She's my niece," Rita says. Leah gets to her feet and clings to Rita's leg.
"Auntie Rita!" she chirps cheerfully. The mom sighs.
"Good! I was waiting for someone to come get her. I was about the call the authorities and report an abandoned child, to tell you the truth."
"What?" Rita says, visibly confused. The mom ignores her.
"She snuck away to have an accident, so I put her into a diaper. She didn't like the change, so I gave her a pacifier and she calmed down. She can keep it. I have plenty." Rita picks Leah up. "I would recommend waiting a bit until you try potty training her. She didn't just wet herself, she messed herself too."
"Understood," Rita says. "Thanks for looking out for her."
"No problem! She seems like a doll!" The mom ruffles Leah's hair and walks away.
"Can we please go home?" Leah whispers.
"Of course." Rita begins to walk back to her house, still carrying Leah. Leah doesn't protest. Her diaper will make her toddle the whole way, and she doesn't want that. "Okay, can you tell me what really happened?" Rita asks once the park is in the distance. Leah takes a deep breath and explains everything.
When Leah finishes, Rita nods slowly.
"Okay. That was a really rough spot you were in, huh?"
"Soooo tough," Leah moans, making Rita chuckle. Rita sobers quickly.
"You do realize your accident means we're adjusting your conditions to stay for free, right?" Rita says. Leah sighs. As she does, she feels a spurt of pee enter her diaper, but barely notices.
"I had a feeling. All right, hit me."
"Since you're clearly struggling with accidents, I don't want you to ever not wear protection. Diapers at my house still, but when you leave, you can choose either diapers or training pants. Unless you have another poopy accident. Then you'll be diapered all the time." Leah nods sadly. It could be worse. At least she wouldn't have much bulge from training pants. But Rita wasn't done. "And..."