No

You wake up by Anna sliding into your bed and running her hand through your hair.

"Hey sweetie, time to wake up"

You stretch your arms and yawn, still too tired to notice the ever escalating weirdness of your moms behaviour.

But then you feel the diaper around your bottom and quickly remember the situation you're in.

You slip out of her embrace and get up, embolded by the fact that you feel perfectly dry.

But as soon as you stand upright your confidence is immediatly crushed by the heavy feeling of the bloated pull-up beneath your legs.

A fact that doesn't slip past Anna.

"Aww, looks like I was right to put you into diapers. I knew you'd need them."

"I....I'm sorry", you stumble, completly overwhelmed by the realization that you wet yourself once again.

"Shhhh, it's ok my little one, no need to apologize. You're just not ready for big boy pants again.", she says and pulls you into a tight hug.

This time you can hold back the tears and just relax into the hug, relieved that she's not angry.

"Let's get you out of these, Steve", she says, as she let's you go and attempts to grab your hand, but you quickly reply that you can do that yourself.

"Alright, whatever you say sweetie. Just don't forget to wash yourself properly down there. I don't want you to get a rash."

You only nod, your head flushed by embarrassment.

You slip out of the diaper and throw it in the trashcan in the bathroom and shower.

You wonder why Anna slipped into your bed this morning. Was it so that she can make sure, that you didn't lie about your wetting? You have to admit that you like cuddling with her, even now as an adult.