Sure!

Or what sounded like a "Sure" slurred around a pacifier. Marie climbed off the horsey and took Jim's hand, pulling him over to the sandbox. The sudden sensation of him holding her hand made Jim's heart suddenly go over a hundred, so much so that he felt the front of his diaper become warm and soaked. It wasn't long until the three were in the sandbox that Jim came back to reality. Marie was already digging into the sand with a plastic shovel, happily humming a tune, while Timothy was playing with some toy army men that were left in the box.

Feeling like his friend was giving him an opening, Jim sat next to Marie, taking another shovel and scooping the sand into a pail, though he wasn't focused on making castles. He tried to think of a way of asking her out that wouldn't sound stupid. Maybe they could have a play date? Or share a mat during nap time at the daycare? The more he thought about it, the more he cringed. Even though they were both friends, why would anyone as cute, funny, and nice as Marie Smith-Flores want to date him? As he was thinking, Marie leaned forward for a second, grunting as she pooped her diaper. She sighed as she sat back down and continued to play. Yep, Marie was definitely out of Jim's league. At any point, he could just stand up and head back home, no questions asked. However, he knew Timothy wouldn't let him live this down if he chickened out, so it was now or never.

Taking a deep breath, Jim turned to Marie, clearing his dry throat before speaking. "So... so Marie," He hoarsely got out, "are you doing anything?"

Marie looked at Jim confused before taking her pacifier out to speak, "We're playing in the sandbox right now. What else are we doing?" She asked.

Jim rubbed his hands together, trying to find the right words. He soon could feel pressure in his bladder that didn't want to release. "I-I mean... that is... what I meant to say... um... do... do you want to... go..." Jim's voice went quiet as he awkwardly did the potty dance where he sat. Marie didn't pay any mind to that as she waited for Jim to finish his sentence, getting closer so she could hear him. This did not make thing easier for Jim who couldn't handle his bladder about to explode.

Taking one more deep breath, Jim closed his eyes and blurted it out, "WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!" He shouted. Everyone in the park looked towards Jim and Marie as the shy adult-baby just asked his crush out. At least the expanding pressure turned into warm relief, though it seemed to be too much for his diaper to handle.