Her cell phone only held so much amusement for her, and after playing with it for a little while, Chastity got out of her crib, dropped it back in her bag and padded out of her room and down the hallway to Jack’s. She peeked in and saw only a misshapen lump in his crib that she took to be him. Quietly opening the door, Chastity tiptoed inside and crept up to his crib and looked down at him. The image before her was unbelievably adorable; there he was all comfortable in his sleeper, covered by his blanket, and placidly snoozing away. Never in her life had Chastity wished for a camera more. It was all she could do to keep from going ‘awe’ in that way all girls do when they see something really cute. In a moment of childlike curiosity, Chastity wondered how wet his diaper was and was giving serious thought to opening his sleeper to see for herself. Of course, right about then she realized what she was thinking about and quickly derailed that train of thought with a shake of her head and a deep blush.
Jack mumbled something and rolled over in his sleep. Chastity froze to the spot with horror until she was sure he was still asleep, and then smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. “Stupid,” she murmured and padded for the door.
“What is?” a muffled voice asked from behind her. Chastity gasped and spun around. Jack still appeared asleep, but obviously that wasn’t the case.
“Are you awake?” she asked, almost meekly.
“More or less,” Jack mumbled.
“Aren’t you going to get out of bed?”
“No.”
Chastity frowned. “Why not?”
“Because I’m comfortable,” he answered. “Why are you out of bed?”
“Because I felt like getting out of my crib, unlike some people,” she responded pointedly.
“That’s nice,” Jack said, still keeping his eyes closed.
In spite of herself, Chastity giggled. “Come on, sleepyhead, get up.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“You’re no fun.”
“No.”
His last answer gave Chastity pause. “Why’d you say no to that?”
“I dunno.”