Jess gave pause, touched by what her mother had just told her. Now, of all times, she needed to know her family loved her. But like the awful timing and delivery of every diaper lover’s and teen baby’s greatest fantasy, Jess wished this all could have happened differently. Slowly she got up from her bed where she’d been laying and walked to the door.
“I love you, Jess.” Mrs. Anderson said softly.
A smile spread across Jess’ tear-stained face. “I love you too, Mommy” she said as she opened the door wider for her mother to pass through.
“Jess, why are you still wearing those wet shorts? Please take them off and go take a shower. I see you were laying on your bed in them. Tell you what, you go take a shower. I’ll throw your wet bedding and clothing into the wash, remake your bed and I’ll wait here so we can have our chat.”