When she finished eating, she got up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it, before coming back and wiping me off. She then threw away the paper towel before coming back to sit down, a more serious look on her face.
“We need to talk,” she said, four words that sent a shiver down my spine. I thought everything had been going well, but in an instant I questioned over twenty years worth of decisions. “I know that some dl’s, which I am assuming you are by the diaper around your waist and the one in the trash, like to wear 24/7. What is your plan on that?” She asked. Oh. I hadn’t even thought of that. In my mind there were two options, the option that was smart and the one that I wanted. I knew we had the money via the rules of wish fulfillment stories, but that wasn’t my issue.