By eight o’clock you’ll be fast asleep, resting for another day of feedings, naps and diaper changes. You’ll never grow older, never change, you’ll always be my baby. Poor, poor, Jamie, your wife has become your Mommy and your best friend has become a doting uncle. The only friends you’ll have from now on will be the other babies who share your playpen. As they grow up and go to college, you’ll still be in your nursery wearing diapers. Honey, I still love you even though you can’t be my husband. I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life.” She’d love, cherish and nurture him like any other Mother would do for her baby. She couldn’t bring herself to hurt him, she was only angry with him for abandoning her.
“I shouldn’t have been angry with him. He was only trying to save his life. He wasn’t deliberately dishonest. He just didn’t know how to tell me. Look at him, he’s such a sweet baby!,” she thought as she carried him to his crib to tuck him in. “Just the same, she thought, “I’ll call Ben tomorrow and see if he’ d like to come over. I saw the look in his eye when he helped us set up the nursery. Now that I’m no longer married, he’s free to date me. I wonder how good a lover he is?,” she thought wistfully.
She really did enjoy having sex on the living room floor, she and Jamie had often made love there. Of course, she would have to leave the playpen where it was and have Jamie in the pen while they made love. Mary was sure that Ben would understand. She couldn’t leave Jamie unattended, he was only a baby!
Jamie was too young to comprehend what they would be doing, so it would be okay to make love in front of him. Maybe Ben would fall in love with her and move in with them, then Jamie would have a Daddy and a Mommy!
Later that night, Jamie woke up after having the strangest dream. He had dreamt that he had his illness had been cured and in the process he had been changed into a baby. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and tried to remember the rest of the dream. Just before he had woken he had dreamed he had peed and was lying in a crib wearing a wet diaper.
Jamie yawned sleepily and thought, “My subconscious must be terrified of death! It’s regressing in order to escape. I guess I’m going to have to make an appointment with the University psychiatrist to get some counseling before it starts to affect my work.” He moved his buttocks slightly to get more comfortable in bed and was surprised when his bottom seemed to glide across the sheet.
“What am I wearing?,” he thought and put his hands down to his hips to check. When his hands felt the plastic, Jamie began to panic. He stuck his hand under the front of the diaper and felt the soggy absorbent padding squish beneath his fingers.
“Oh God,” he thought in terror, “Oh please God, don’t let this be happening to me!” He opened his eyes and looked around the nursery wildly, then began screaming for Mary, but all that came out of his mouth was “Ma-maaaaa!”
One year later, on the exact anniversary of Professor Farr’s disappearance following the discovery of his terminal illness, a notice appeared in the student newspaper; “Married: Mary Farr to Professor Ben Thomson of the Chemistry department. The marriage ceremony was small, attended only by the Minister, the Bride and Groom, Dr. Alice Walsh, pediatrician at the University Health Clinic and friend of the family, and Laura Stevens, Professor Thomson’s Lab Assistant. Mary’s son by a previous marriage, the infant Jamie, was left in the care of the women of University Daycare Center during the Wedding and Reception that followed.”