Ethan’s eyes followed Anna’s gaze to her empty cubby, and he chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, Anna. We’ll have yours fully stocked soon,” he said. His tone was warm and reassuring, but there was a quiet authority in it that made Anna’s stomach flutter. “But first, let’s make sure you’re all set for now.”
Before Anna could fully register his meaning, Ethan took a step closer and gestured toward her. “May I?” he asked, his expression calm but expectant.
Anna blinked, her cheeks flushing. “W-What?”
Ethan smiled gently, leaning slightly forward. “I’m just going to check your diaper, Anna. It’s standard practice here. I promise I’ll be quick.” He nodded toward the girl on the floor, who was now stacking blocks into a wobbly tower. “Ellie here is always a trooper about it, aren’t you?” he said, addressing the girl.
Ellie grinned around her pacifier, her eyes lighting up as she gave Ethan an enthusiastic nod. “Uh-huh!” she mumbled, her voice muffled but cheerful. She giggled as her tower swayed dangerously before toppling over, oblivious to the exchange.
Anna’s heart raced, and her instinct was to pull back, but she caught herself, trying not to look as flustered as she felt. Ethan was calm and matter-of-fact about it, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. She swallowed hard and gave a small, hesitant nod.
“Good girl,” Ethan said softly, his tone genuinely encouraging. He knelt slightly to her level, his movements unhurried but deliberate. Anna felt the fabric of her pants being gently tugged at the waistband, and despite her efforts to stay still, a shiver ran down her spine.
Ethan’s fingers brushed the edge of her diaper as he leaned closer to check. His eyebrows lifted slightly, and he glanced up at her, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Dry,” he said, sounding almost surprised. “That’s impressive, Anna. You must have good control.”
Anna felt her face grow even hotter, unsure whether to feel embarrassed or proud. “Um… thanks?” she managed to mutter, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan chuckled softly and adjusted her waistband back into place, straightening as he spoke. “But what I really want to say is… excellent choice.” He gestured toward her diaper, his tone approving. “A babyish one with such cute designs—well done. It suits you perfectly.”
Anna blinked, her mouth falling slightly open. “I… I just picked something…” she stammered, unsure how to respond.
He turned and walked to the row of cubbies, his hand brushing over the empty one labeled with her name. “I’ll make sure we stock more of those in your size right away."
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