MARC AND FRED’S AVENTURES
Chapter 4
Original title: Les aventures de Marc et Fred
Author:
bebemanu ([email protected])
Date: June
2005
Translation:
bebemanu ([email protected])
Date: July
2005
Public: All
public
Copyright:
bebemanu © 2005
Publication:
Tbkingdom.com © 2005 (for the French version)
Deeker.com © 2005 (for the English version)
Summary: A
young boy tells, how his mother, put him back in diapers, at 11 years old.
Reproduction
and publication, even partial, prohibited without obtaining the preliminary
authorization of the author, the translator, and/or the editor.
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It was around
10:30am when Fred opened the eyes. He turned over in his bed, and realized that
he had wet his bed for the third consecutive time. He raised his feather bed,
and noted the extent of the damage. The cloth and the cover of feather bed were
wet on almost half of their surface. Marc lengthened himself in his wet and
cold bed. He thinks that if his mother had put him in diaper yesterday evening,
he wouldn’t have awaked in a wet bed this morning. We can say that Fred was a
little hungry with his mother. A few minutes later, he rose, and he demolished
his bed, and took his cover of feather bed and his sheets. He came down the
staircases, and crossed his mother in the corridor. When she saw him with his
cloths in the arms, she understood that Fred had wet again his bed. She let him
pass, and was turned over on his passage to note the damage while he went to
the laundry to put his dirty cloths in the washing machine. His pyjama’s bottom
was wet, like his pyjama jacket, which was wet until the medium of the back. When
he arrived in the kitchen, his mother was sat and Marc was lunching.
-Hello Fred.
Slept well? Marc asked.
-Yes and
you?
-Yes. And I
awoke in a dry bed. It’s nevertheless better than to awake in a wet bed.
-You’re so
lucky, because me I awoke in a wet bed.
Fred sat
down and crossed the glance of his mother. He understood that this one was
asking questions, and he said to her:
-You’re well
mom?
-Yes Fred.
Why?
-I don’t
know, but you don’t seem to be right.
-Fred.
Answer me frankly.
-What is
there mom?
-Do you make
pee with the bed voluntary?
-Not! Why?
-And well
considering the insistence with which you want to wear some diapers back, I ask
myself the question nevertheless.
-No mom, I
don’t do it voluntary.
-Well. In
this case, I will take an appointment with the doctor to see what he thinks
about this. Perhaps according to what he will say, we will turn over to see the
urologist.
-Ok mom.
-You’re sure
that you don’t do it voluntary?
-Yes mom, I
swear it to you.
Camille rose
and went up in Fred’s room to put fresh sheets in his bed. Fred as for him
lunched with his little brother. Once the swallowed breakfast, they assembled
both in the bathroom. Fred took his shower the first while marc washed his
teeth. When Fred left the shower, Marc was in front of the wash-hand basin and
was wearing only his night’s diaper of weighed down by the pees of the night
and the morning. Fred looked him with desire and Marc realized there. He was
turned over towards his brother and said to him:
-Doesn’t
worry Fred. Soon you will wear some too.
-Perhaps but
in my opinion, tomorrow is not the day before. You heard what mom said? In more
she even believes that I do it to be able to wear some diapers back.
-If the
doctor says that your enuresis came back, she will be well obliged to put you
back in diapers.
-Yes, but if
tomorrow and the other days I awake without to have wet my bed?
-As well, I
suppose that you will never wear diapers back.
-No! I’ll
wear one at least one time.
-Really? How
do you know it?
-Because
yesterday evening, I said to mom that I would like to do like before. I asked
her to spend Sunday in diapers and pyjamas.
-And what
does she answer you?
-She spoke
to dad about it, and they agree that I spend one Sunday in diapers and pyjamas,
as we did it before.
-That’s cool
for you!
-Yes, but
she didn’t say to me when I could do it.
-You will
see well, that will make you a surprise.
-Yes, it’s
sure.
Fred dried
himself, and left the place to his little brother. He looked at him removing
his diaper and going into the shower cabin. Marc’s diaper was on the ground.
Fred bent down to collect it, and he saw that it was heavy. It was a Pampers
Baby Dry size 6. Fred observed the diaper and wondered when he could, him too,
wash his teeth while wearing only a diaper. He opened the dustbin and threw the
diaper. Fred was being capped when Marc left the shower. Marc requested from
his brother what he will going to do during his day.
-I will make
my housework, and afterwards, I will visit Laurent.
-What will
you do together?
-Surely to
play the console in his room. And you, what will you do?
-I do not
know, I’ll see. Thomas had to come to seek me to go to play football, but he’s
sick.
-It doesn’t
prevent you from going to see whether there are people at the stadium.
-Yes, you
are right. But if there are only the big ones there, it’s not worth while,
because they transfer us each time.
-As well, if
it’s the case, you will return home to play the console.
-Yes, but I
nevertheless will see at the stadium, and I will come to say hello to Thomas.
-You are
right, and I think that he will be happy to see you.
They came
down both to the living room. Camille was preparing the meal, while Claude
looked at television. Marc went to settle beside his father, and stuck himself
in his arms to be hugged by him. It should be said that Marc liked to be hugged
by his parents, and that, in spite of his eight years, he was still seeming
like a little baby, and could benefit from it. Fred left his portfolio, and was
installed on the dining-room table to do his duties. Good a half hour ran out
when Camille came to the living room.
-You still
have some as a Fred a long time?
-Not mom, I
would have finished in five minutes. I finished my exercise of maths and it
will be finished.
-Very well,
like that, afterwards, Marc and you will prepare the table.
-Okay mom.
-You heard
Marc?
-Yes mom. I
would prepare the table with Fred.
Fred
arranged his books, like his portfolio and said to his brother:
-Marc, come
to help me, we will prepare the table.
-I’m coming
Fred.
Fred went to
the kitchen, follow-up by marc. They left all that it was necessary, and turned
over in the dining room to draw up the table. Once finished, they went to join
their father in the living room, and looked at television while waiting to eat.
A few moments
later Camille came in the living room, and said:
-Lunch time
everybody, it’s ready.
-Well, go to
sat down at the table the boys! Claude said while rising.
The boys
imitated him and took seat around the table.
-What is it
for lunch mom? Marc asked.
-Sauerkraut
my darling.
-Yes, cool!
I like that.
They took
their meal while speaking about things and others, but by not tackling the
problem of pee with the bed of Fred. Once the finished meal, they disencumbered
the table all together. Camille made the washing-up; Claude went to be occupied
with his occupations of Sunday, namely, do-it-yourself, and the boys prepared
to leave. They threaded both their wind-breakers, and left the house. Fred went
to visit his friend Laurent, and Marc moved towards the football stadium. There
was nobody his age, and he left the place to go to visit his buddy Thomas. He
knocked at the door, and waited until one opens to him. Thomas mother opened
the door, said him hello, and let him come in the house. She said to him to go
to join Thomas in his room. Marc went up and knocked on the door of his buddy’s
room. He opened the door, and came in the room. Thomas was in pyjamas, on his
bed, playing the console.
-Hello
Thomas.
-Hello Marc.
It’s cool that you could come to visit me.
-As well, as
there was nobody of the group to the stadium, I said myself that I could come
to visit you.
-Yes, it’s
sympathetic. And then I will be bored less.
-Yes it’s
sure.
-Is it cold
outside?
-No, not a
lot. Then, what’s the matter for you?
-I have
gastro-enteritis.
-It’s not
funny. I had one last year, and I didn’t stop going to the toilets.
-Not me, my
mother found the solution.
-Really? And
how do you do then, if you don’t use the toilets all the time?
-As well,
she left me in diapers even the day for Thursday midday.
-Cool! You
must be glad to be able to spend the whole day in diaper?
-Yes but
it’s less funny to make poop inside. I don’t have the practice. Usually, I only
spend the night in diapers; because I make pee with the bed.
-Yes, I
know. It’s like me.
-Yes, but
you, you don’t wear diapers at night.
-No, you’re
wrong. I wear some diapers back since yesterday evening.
-Cool! Since
the time that you awoke in a wet bed every morning.
-Yeah.
Yesterday evening it makes me funny to wear a diaper, but it’s so cool not to
awake soaked until half of the back.
-Yes, me I
couldn’t support it. And then my mother wouldn’t be happy, and she wouldn’t
agree to wash cloths and sheets every day.
-It’s why my
mother asked to me whether I wanted to wear some diapers back at night. Like
that, I wouldn’t awake anymore in a wet bed, and she will not have to wash
cloths and sheets anymore every morning.
-Yes, and
the diaper is nevertheless better, because if have you want to make pee before
sleeping, or before to raise you in the morning, you can make pee in your
diaper.
-Yeah, it’s
true that it’s practical.
-What did
you mother bought to you like layers?
-Some
Pampers Baby Dry size 6, and some Libero Junior.
-My mother
buys to me some Huggies or Libero. It depends on the times.
-Me I didn’t
test the Libero yet.
-They’re
diapers for the big boys like us. Me I like them, but I prefer Huggies because
there are small drawings above.
-It’s like
on the Pampers. Me I like these diapers because with them, I seem like a little
baby. And then as I like to be hugged by my parents and that they always say to
me: "come my big baby", therefore that doesn’t obstruct me.
-Me my
parents tell me the same thing. Especially that, there’s three days that I am
in diapers and pyjamas night and day.
-You’re so
lucky, because me too I would like to be able to stay in diaper and pyjamas at
home the whole day.
-Yeah, it’s
sure. And then it’s so cool.
-But I
surely soon will do it.
-Oh, really?
Why?
-As well,
before, with my brother, that often sometimes happened to us to spend the whole
Sunday in diaper and pyjamas.
-Oh yes, you
already said it to me. But your brother don’t wear diapers anymore, therefore
you will do it all alone.
-No.
-Then who
will do it with you?
-Fred.
-But I
believed that he didn’t wear diapers anymore?
-For the
moment he doesn’t wear some anymore.
-Why for the
moment? He will wear back some?
-Perhaps,
because it’s the third day of continuation that he awakes in a wet bed.
-It’s not
funny.
-Yes, but he
would like to wear some diapers back, like me. Then he asked it my mother.
-And what
did she answer?
-She said
him that he would wear some diapers back only if his enuresis returned, and
only after having seen the doctor. -Yes, it’s perhaps better.
-But he also
said to her that before, he liked to spend the whole Sunday in diapers and
pyjamas.
-And what
your mother answered to him?
-She spoke
about it with my father and they said yes.
-That’s
cool!
-Yes, but
they didn’t say to him when he could do it.
-He will see
it. But if the doctor says that he has to wear some diapers back?
-As well, my
mother will buy some to him, and he will wear back some. Moreover, he really
wants to wear some.
-Yes, I
understand him. It’s not funny to awake in the morning in a wet bed and a
soaked pyjamas.
-Yes, it’s
clear. Me, there is two years ago that I awoke like that every morning, and I’m
very happy that my mother repurchased me some diapers to sleep at night.
Thomas and
Marc spent the remainder of afternoon together, to play the console, just like
Fred with his friend Laurent. They returned both around 06:10pm, and came in
front of the television. Camille was occupied checking her accounts and Claude
read a review. It was 06:40pm when Camille required of the boys to draw up the
table. They ate early and are reflected all in front of television. He was now
08:00pm, and the television news started. Knowing that the boys didn’t like
this type of program, Camille sent them to be thread their pyjamas. Fred and
Marc rose and moved towards the staircases. Marc made half-turn and asked his
mother:
-Mom.
-Yes my
darling?
-Can you
come to put my layer to me?
-But Marc,
it’s not your changing time yet. I would put it to you before you to go to bed.
-Please mom.
I want to put it immediately, and to look at the television, diapered.
-Ok, as you
want. But if you make pee inside, I will change your diaper before going to the
bed. Because considering how your diaper was full this morning, I don’t want
that you to have leaks, and to wet your bed tomorrow morning.
-Okay mom.
Camille gets
up and followed Marc on the floor. Fred was already threading his pyjamas when
his mother passed in front of his room. Marc came in his room followed by his
mother. He started to strip himself when Fred came in Marc’s room.
-What are
you doing mom? He asked?
-I put your
brother in diaper.
-Already?
But it is only 08:10pm.
-Yes, I
know, but this evening, this big baby wants to look at the television in
diaper.
-Notices,
it’s not a bad idea. And then like that, you will not have to do it after the
television.
-Except if
he makes pee in his diaper. In this case I will change him before him to go to
bed.
Marc was now
naked, and lay on his bed. Camille took the tube of cream, and whitewashed some
in order to avoid the erythemas, and other problems of skin. She took a Pampers
in the wall cupboard, and returned towards Marc. Fred was leaned with the wall
along the door, and didn’t lose any crumb of the spectacle which was offered to
him. To see his brother being diapered got to him an immense pleasure at the
point to have an erection. Marc raised his buttocks and Camille slipped the
diaper under him. She folded back the front of the layer on Marc’s pubis, and
adjusted the adhesives tape on each side. She threaded his plastic pant to him
and said to him:
-Well,
you’re ready, big baby.
-Thank you
mom. You can thread my pyjamas to me?
-Marc,
you’re 8 years old. You are enough older to dress yourself all alone, not?
-Yes but I
want you to dress me, please mom.
-Ok, if it’s
asked whether nicely...
Camille took
the pyjamas on the chair, and started with him to thread bottom and went it up
to the half of his legs.
-Get up, big
baby.
Marc put
himself upright and Camille went up his bottom of pyjamas over his diaper, and
then threaded the top to him. Marc was now ready to go to look at television.
Camille looked at him and said to him:
-Well, you
are ready my darling.
-Thank you
mom.
-It’s true
that that suits you well to be dressed like that. We would say a 4 year old
little boy.
-Me I like a
lot to be dressed like that with a diaper under my pyjamas.
-As well, in
this case, as from tomorrow evening, I would put your layer to you before you
go to look at television.
-Yes, cool!
Thanks, mom.
Marc
approached Camille and kissed her. He looked himself in the mirror of his cupboard
and could note that his moulding pyjamas let see his diaper. Indeed, this one
emphasized it more than it didn’t hide it. Marc smiled to see himself in the
mirror, and he liked to see himself dressed like a baby. Fred remained quiet,
and his mother took him in her arms. She kissed him and said to him:
-I know that
you would like to do the same thing Fred. Isn't it?
-Yes mom...
Fred answered timidly.
-As well, I
will take an appointment with the doctor tomorrow morning, and we will see what
he will say and what he will think about it. If you have to see the urologist
and that he says that it’s preferable for you that you wear some diapers back
at night; as well; you will wear some diapers back.
-I know mom,
you explained it to me.
-But I
reassure you, I didn’t forget what I said to you yesterday evening, about you
to spend a whole Sunday in diapers and pyjamas.
-When could
I do it mom?
-I don’t
know, Fred, I will speak again about it with your father. But I wouldn’t say it
to you.
-Why?
-As well,
because like that, it will make you a surprise.
-Okay mom.
-Now, get
down looking at the television.
Camille took
him again in her arms, and kissed him again. Fred had the eyes full of tears
and Camille said to him that he didn’t have to cry for that. Marc left his room
and Fred put a small slap to him on his diaper while saying to him:
-Come baby,
we will look at the television.
Marc laughed
and didn’t say, now, anymore that his brother calls him "baby". On
the contrary, he liked that rather. It should be said that considering his
behaviour, it would have evil to say the opposite. Claude smiles when he saw
Marc coming into the living room. Marc precipitated on the settee, and put
himself in his father’s arm as he very often did it, to be hugged, like a lot
of evening.
-You are
cute like that my darling.
-You saw
dad, I already put my diaper.
-Yes Marc, I
saw. And it would be really very difficult not to see that you have a diaper
under your pyjamas. Because your pyjamas are so much moulding, that we see only
that.
Marc kissed
his father and started to suck his thumb as he did it certain evenings. Fred
and Camille smiled when they saw that. Fred was sat beside his mother. Camille
seen that Fred looked at his brother with desire. She leaned towards him,
kissed him, and caught him by the shoulders. Fred wondered what his mother did,
but he let her do. Camille lengthened Fred on the second settee where they were
both, and put his head on her knees. Fred looked at his mother with a great
smile, and he felt the pleasure of invading it. His mother cherished his hair
and his cheek as she did it when he was smaller, and that he came to be hugged
on the evening. Fred was in heaven and let himself go. Well for a long time he
hadn’t be hugged like that with his mother. In a kind of reflex, he took hiss
thumb in his mouth and started to suck it. His mother looked him with surprise,
but didn’t say anything. She wondered why Fred sucked his thumb. He had however
stopped sucking it at the age of 6 years old. She doesn’t say anything and left
him with its pleasure. After all, which evil there was to suck his thumb at 11
years old? Claude looked at Fred with a great smile. He found nice to see his
big boy becoming again "baby" of time to others. It should be said
that he sucked himself his thumb until the age of 17 years old, age where he
met his first girl friend. The film started, and the boys looked at it both
being hugged. Camille was always cherishing Fred’s hair and his cheek too. She
remembered that, when he was small, that caused to deaden him. She leaned to
see whether Fred slept, and she realized that yes. She smiles by seeing Fred
sleeping while sucking his thumb, and thinks that the boys, whatever their age,
had early made become again some babies as soon as we did something to them
which pointed out their childhood to them.
Marc didn’t
sleep and was always in his father’s arms. The film started again, and at one
time, Camille felt a feeling of heat to invade it. She suddenly realized that
it was a wet heat. She looked at Fred. This one always slept. She looked at
between the legs of her son and saw a dark aureole taking shape on his pyjamas.
Camille had just understood that Fred had just made pee in his pyjamas. She now
understood that he didn’t do it voluntary. She carefully awoke him by making a
kiss to him and while speaking to him in the ear.
-Fred. Wake
up my darling.
Fred moved
but did not awake.
-Fred. Wake
up baby. It’s time to go to bed.
Fred opened
his eyes and saw his mother who looked him with a great smile. He returned his
smile to her, but suddenly smelled a wet and hot feeling with his between legs.
His mother said to him:
-Get up my
darling. It’s necessary to go up to change you because you made pee in your
pyjamas. Fred now understood where this feeling of wet heat was come from. He
reddens and rose. His mother said to him to get up, and that she would join him
in 2 minutes. Camille went to seek a soft sponge and rag to clean the settee
which, fortunately, was made with leather, and not with fabric. She went up then
in Fred’s room who awaited her without moving. Fred started to cry when his
mother came into his room. She took him in her arms and comforted it. She
kissed him and said to him:
-It’s not
serious my darling. I know that you don’t do it voluntary. And then you were so
well like that, lengthened on the settee, the head on my knees.
-Yes but I
wet you. Fred answered while crying.
-Don’t worry
for that. I will change myself, and in two minutes, it will appear to with it
nothing anymore. Goes in the bathroom and strip yourself while I go to change
myself. She kissed Fred and went in her room to change herself. Fred went in
the bathroom, and only started to strip himself when Camille arrived a few
seconds later, and she said to him:
-Well, I
will occupy myself of you. Let me do my darling.
Fred always
crying a little, and let himself do like a little boy. Camille stripped him,
and took a glove of toilet. She made him a rapid toilet, and put to him milk of
toilet, then whitewashed him of cream. She then went to seek a fresh pyjama in
his cupboard, and threaded it to him.
-Well,
you’re now clean and dry.
-Thank you
mom. Fred answered.
-Of nothing
my darling. It’s now time to go to bed.
Camille
accompanied Fred to his room. Fred slipped into his bed, and Camille bordered
it. She kissed it, and says to him: -Fred, don’t worry anymore for what arrived
to you a few moments ago. In fact things arrive. I excuse myself to have
doubted of you, and to have believed that you voluntary made wee with the bed
only to be able to wear some diapers back.
-It’s not
serious mom.
-And don’t
worry if tomorrow you awake in a wet bed. If it’s the case, you will let your
bed just as it is, I would occupy myself of it. And tomorrow morning, I take an
appointment directly with the urologist.
-Thank you
mom.
Camille
leaned on Fred, kissed him, and wished him a good night.
-Good night
mom.
Camille saw
Marc at the end of the corridor, when he left Fred’s room.
-I go to bed
mom.
-It’s well
my baby.
Camille
looked at Marc walking to his room. The diaper which he was wearing really gave
him a step of baby. She followed him in his room and Marc was going to put
himself in his bed when Camille said to him:
-Two
minutes, big baby. Come to see there that I check your diaper.
Marc
approached, and Camille pulled down Marc’s pyjama’s bottom. She touched his
diaper, and saw that he had make a big pee inside.
-Don’t move.
I will seek what to change you.
-Yes mom.
Camille went
in the bathroom, and returned with the box of wipes. She removed Marc’s diaper,
and cleaned him using a wipe. She made him lengthen on his bed, and put to him
a fresh diaper. She pulled up hiss pyjama’s bottom to him, and positioned right
back the top. Marc slipped into his bed. Camille bordered him, made him a kiss,
and wished him a good night. Marc called to his mother:
-Mom.
-Yes my
darling?
-What about
Fred? What does he has? Is he sick?
-Nothing
serious my baby. He made pee in his pyjama on the settee.
-Ah, really?
Marc answered surprised.
-Yes. But
it’s not serious. That arrive, you know. Now, you have to sleep. Good night my
baby, see you tomorrow.
-Good night
mom.
Camille went
down to give the living room in order and went up to join Claude who had
already left to go to bed. She went to see whether the boys slept. Marc slept
in ball, as with his practice. Fred was sleeping with his thumb in his mouth,
which made smile Camille. She closed the door, and gone to bed...
It was
6:45am when Camille went up to awake the boys. Marc was already awaked, and
waited, as with his practice, until his mother comes to say to him to get up.
Camille came in Fred’s room, and he always slept, by sucking his thumb. Camille
smiles, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She passed a hand in Fred’s hair
and kissed him. And shook him a little and said to him:
-Fred, wakes
up my baby; it’s time to go to breakfast.
Fred moved
somewhat but without result. Camille started again. She kissed him and shook
him again.
-Fred, wakes
up my darling. It’s time. Fred opened the eyes, and saw his mother leaned on
him. He made him a smile, and Camille answered to this smile by a kiss.
-You’re
well? Slept well?
-Yes mom.
-You know
what? You sucked your thumb all the night.
-Oh, really?
I don’t remember any. He said while reddening slightly.
-It’s not a
drama my darling. On the contrary, I find you very cute when you suck your
thumb. Fred reddens more and Camille leaned to kiss him, and said to him:
-Then, does
my big boy wet his bed this night? She said by raising Fred’s feather bed.
Fred didn’t
move, and let his mother look under his feather bed. Camille saw that Fred had
once more wet his bed. She looked at Fred and said to him:
-And well,
it’s a big pee.
Fred reddens
to the ears when his mother said that to him.
-It’s not a
drama my darling. Don’t worry, I call the urologist this morning. I hope that
he will give us an appointment quickly.
-Mom.
-Yes my
darling?
-Why
couldn’t I wear diapers while waiting for the appointment with the urologist?
-I will
speak about it with dad this evening, and I would keep you informed.
-Okay mom.
-Let’s go,
get up my darling, and go to wash you.
Camille left
Fred’s room and went to see Marc. She came in his room, said:
-Get up, big
baby, it’s time.
-Yes mom.
-You go down
to lunch, and you will wash yourself afterwards.
-I can go to
lunch in diaper?
-Of course
yes my darling.
Marc left
his bed, put on his slippers, and went down to the kitchen to lunch. Camille
was behind Marc and said to him to sit down while she made heat milk for the
boys.
-Mom.
-Yes Marc?
-Does Fred
make pee with the bed this night?
-Small
curious!
-Tell it to
me...
-Yes, he wet
his bed.
-Then you
will put him back in diapers?
-I don’t
know yet Marc. I will discuss about it with dad this evening. Now, stops your
questions and lunches. You still have to go to wash yourself after Fred left
the bathroom.
Marc was
drinking his chocolate bowl when Fred came in the kitchen.
-Hello baby.
Slept well?
-Yeah and
you?
-Yes, but
the wake up was wet.
-Yes I know,
mom said it to me.
-You can go
up to wash yourself.
-I go
there...
Marc went up
on the floor, removed his diaper, and took a shower. He got dressed, and went
down again to the living room. Fred threaded his wind-breaker and left in
direction the stop bus to take the next one drunk. Marc finishes getting
dressed, and Camille led him to the school. On her return, she called the
hospital complex and took an appointment with the urologist, Doctor Marchand.
She obtained one for Wednesday of the following week. The day proceeded
normally and the end of day arrived. Camille went to seek Marc and went to make
some purchases. Fred returned around 05:00pm. His mother and her brother
weren’t come back home yet. He prepared a collation, and was installed on the
dining-room table, and tackled his duties. He was making an English exercise
when his mother and Marc came back home. Marc made a collation for himself, and
Camille came to see Fred.
-How are you
my big boy? Did your day occur well?
-Yes mom.
-I called
the urologist this morning.
-Ah?
-Yes. You
have appointment next Wednesday with 2:00pm.
-With Doctor
Marchand?
-Yes my
darling.
-You spoke
to dad this midday?
-No, he
didn’t return this midday. And this evening, he will return late. I would see
that with him tomorrow.
-I’m in a
hurry to be at next Wednesday.
-Why?
-Because I’m
fed up to awake in a wet bed each morning.
-I
understand you, but I don’t want to put you back in diapers without to have
seen the Doctor before.
-Why?
-Because he
will perhaps propose to you another thing than to wear some diapers. Then I
don’t want to precipitate the things.
-Okay mom.
The end of day proceeded normally, and the evening meal too. The boys went up
to put themselves in pyjamas to be able to look at the television. Camille went
up in Marc’s room and pull on to him his diaper as she had promised to him
yesterday evening. The boys went down again to look at the beginning of film,
and, towards 10:00pm, they went up to go to bed as every evening when there was
school the following day. Camille went up to check if Marc was wet, but she saw
that not. She bordered him, kissed him, and went to see Fred.
-Well, go to
bed my big boy.
-Yes mom.
Camille
bordered Fred and kissed him by wishing him a good night.
-Good night
mom.
-Good night
my darling.
Camille went
down again to the kitchen to prepare the meal for Claude who had just sent a
message to her on his cellular phone, in order to prevent her that he arrived
from here I, a few minutes. Camille had just finished drawing up the table and
awaited Claude. She went up to see whether the boys slept. Marc didn’t sleep yet.
Fred slept with closed fists, while sucking his thumb like yesterday evening.
Camille smiled, closed the door and went down again to the living room. Claude
arrived a few minutes later. He kissed Camille and said to him:
-Good
evening my darling.
-Good evening
my heart. Did your day occur well?
-Tiring. And
we had badly problems with a customer.
-And well,
you shouldn’t have been unemployed.
-The boys
are sleeping?
-Yes, they
gone to bed there’s 20 minutes ago. Marc doesn’t sleep yet.
-And Fred?
-Fred sleeps
with closed fists, while sucking his thumb.
-Ah, it’s
not a drama.
-Not, I
know.
Claude and
Camille took seat with table and they started to dine. They spoke about things
and others, and Camille said to Claude:
-Darling.
-Yes baby?
-It’s
necessary that we speak seriously about Fred.
-What occurs
with him?
-This
morning, he still awoke in a wet bed.
-As well. It
would be said well that his problem with enuresis came back.
-I’m afraid
well of it. I called Doctor Marchand this morning and Fred have to go to visit
him next Wednesday at the beginning of afternoon.
-It’s
although he can see him quickly.
-Yes. Fred
made me a remark which isn’t idiot, but I wanted to speak about it with you
before.
-I listen to
you.
-Fred said
me that he was fed up to awake in a wet bed in the morning.
-I
understand him.
-This
morning, Fred asked to me whether I couldn’t put him back in diapers while
waiting for that he will see the urologist. I answered him that I will speak
about it with you. But I don’t want to put him back in diapers before he saw
the urologist.
-You do for
the best my darling.
-Well. It’s
late. We have to go to sleep.
-Yes, you’re
right.
They
disencumbered the table and went up to go to bed. Camille checked if the boys
were well sleeping, and it was the case. She went in the bathroom, and joined
Claude in the room. They lay down in the bed, and were not long in falling
asleep...