“Benjamin? What are you wearing?”
“What do you mean?” Ben asked.
“Do little babies wear jeans?”
“I, well, I…”
“Go and put them back in your room.”
“What, but…”
“No buts!” Hannah interrupted him, “Babies don’t wear jeans.”
“But someone might see, and I’m not your baby.”
Hannah’s smile faded, and Ben was worried she would suddenly turn against him. What if she blackmailed him, what if she had been lying to him, just like Laura?
“C’mon Ben, think of it as exciting. You’re a naughty baby exposing your wet nappy, and you’ve got to get back to Mummy without anyone seeing. Play my games and I can play some of yours.” Hannah squeezed the front of Ben’s nappy, and that was enough for him. He let his trousers drop to his ankles, stepped out of them, and began to waddle back to his bedroom. Glad that no-one was up yet to see him.
