They were in the middle of church! It wasn't once Mikey recognized, so it probably wasn't the one Jim and Stacey usually went to. Probably because they needed to come up with an explanation for suddenly having a two-year-old son with Jim's dark red hair and gentle smile, and Stacey's amber eyes and button nose.
"All right, buddy, time for a change," Jim whispered as he snuck away to the bathrooms. At least he and Stacey chose a seat in the back, so they don't disturb anyone. Mikey watched Stacey quickly get herself covered back up again from over Jim's shoulder.
The diaper change in the bathroom was quick.
"You getting weal good at this," Mikey lisped around his pacifier. Jim beamed.
"Yeah, I'm getting a lot of practice. You keep filling these up!" he teased, tickling Mikey's tummy. Mikey giggled and kicked his feet. Jim dressed Mikey in his new nice clothes again, and they left. Mikey smiled from behind his pacifier. Life was good. He had a snazzy outfit, a clean diaper, a tummy full of milk, and two doting parents.
When they got back to Stacey, Stacey took Mikey in her lap. Mikey leaned against her, enjoying the pillow from her milk-filled breasts. He sucked on his pacifier happily as church continued. Hopefully he wouldn't get bored.