Derek was making the bed with fresh sheets when she returned from the bathroom. She went to the bed and patted the middle with her hand.
“It’s dry,” he said. “It didn’t soak through the mattress pad. It’s waterproof.” He put his arm around her and gave her a kiss.
“Why did you have a waterproof mattress pad?” asked Bridget.
“I bought it by mistake,” he smiled. The mattress pad had looked cloth and there was no evidence of any plastic on it. “It turned out to be a happy mistake, especially if you stay over more often.”
Deborah’s face burned with embarrassment. “I’m sure you won’t be wanting to do washing every time I stay over.”
“Well, no,” he admitted. “Maybe you could wear a diaper like you had when I found you in the woods.”
