It wasn’t enough that James accepted it, but he loved it. All the attention, all the loving care, and of course, all the diapers. He wasn’t just another baby boy. Mayra knew that after today James would probably never want to grow up ever again and as she carried him back up to the nursery, she smiled, knowing something that James didn’t, at least not yet. She would wait for Ellen to return with the good news.
Carrying James with one hand on his back and the other underneath his fluffy diapered bottom, she moved slowly and softly into the nursery, not daring to wake the baby boy from his well-needed nap.