Nanny Malory comes in

Rebecca and Lilly lay in their cribs, the quiet hum of the nightlight filling the room. Just as Rebecca was beginning to drift back into her thoughts, the door opened softly, and Nanny Malory stepped inside. Her warm smile seemed to brighten the room even more than the pink glow of the walls.

“Good afternoon, little ones,” she said gently, her voice filled with cheer. “Did you have a nice nap?”

Lilly sat up immediately, clutching her stuffed bear to her chest. “It was okay,” she murmured, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Rebecca nodded, though her face grew warm again as the soggy state of her diaper pressed against her awareness.

Nanny Malory approached Lilly’s crib first, leaning down with her kind smile. “Well, let’s see how my little bear is doing,” she said, gently pulling back Lilly’s blanket. She placed a hand on the front of Lilly’s diaper, her touch light but practiced.

“Oh, Lilly!” Nanny Malory said, her voice lilting with delight. “Already wet? You must’ve had a very good nap.”

Lilly’s cheeks turned bright pink, but she giggled softly, clearly reassured by the praise. “I guess so,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nanny Malory chuckled and gave Lilly a light pat on the head. “Good girl.”

She turned her attention to Rebecca, who was watching nervously from her own crib. “And what about you, Becky?” Nanny Malory asked, her tone as gentle as ever. “How’s my little lady feeling?”

Rebecca fidgeted under her blanket, her blush deepening. “I’m… um… okay,” she said softly.

Nanny Malory smiled and reached down, pulling back Rebecca’s blanket with care. She pressed her hand against the front of Rebecca’s diaper, the squish unmistakable.

“Oh, Becky,” Nanny Malory said, her smile growing even wider. “You’re more than just wet—you are soaked! And that’s very good.”

Rebecca blinked, her face burning. “It… it is?”

“Of course it is, sweetheart,” Nanny Malory said, her tone full of reassurance. “It means you’re settling in and letting yourself relax. That’s exactly what a good little girl does.”

Rebecca squirmed slightly, the praise both soothing and embarrassing. “Oh… okay,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Nanny Malory stood back up, clapping her hands gently. “Alright, girls,” she said brightly. “Let’s get ready for the rest of our day. And Becky, let’s get you all fresh and comfy again.”