Without a dirty diaper to put the wipe in, she placed the dirty cloth near the foot of the changing table and repeated the process, again and again as James shivered and wriggled on his tummy as the fresh scent of the wipes blended with the smell of his mess, making the whole room smell like the nursery of a real baby boy. James sighed a little, content, knowing that this was his nursery, that he was that baby boy.

Mayra smiled as she wiped his back. “Does that feel nice, pequeño?” she soothed sweetly, more than half the tub of wipes gone by the time his back was clean. Mayra then got to work on his legs with the rest of the tub. She knew she would need more wipes for his bottom, but she didn’t mind.