Deborah woke covered with a layer of sweat. Her diaper was warm about her middle and she knew it was wet.” It was still dark in the room and nighttime, but Derek was there.
“So what happens now?” he asked. “Do you need me to change you or do you just wait until morning.”
Deborah felt her diaper. She was in no danger of leaking, but she didn’t want Derek to be grossed out by her wet diaper. “I’d rather you just hold me until I get back to sleep, but I will defer to your wishes if you’d rather I change.”
His arms held her as they lay intertwined. His hand pressed against the still-warm crotch of her diaper. Then it settled around her waist. They drifted off to sleep.