Confront Belle

As Belle pressed her son's diapers against her cheek, she found the softness of them very enjoyable. She did not even know why that was; they were just so endearing.

She was eventually brought out of her reverie when she heard a familiar voice say "Well, well, well, Your Highness, if this is not an interesting turn of events." She hastily turned to the entrance of the nursery and saw Fifi, feather duster in hand as always and a mischievous grin on her face.

Belle blushed and quickly set the diapers down. She said nervously "I don't know what you think you saw, Fifi, but I did not mean anything by it, I assure you."

"Sure you didn't," Fifi said with a snicker, sauntering over to the younger woman. She leaned down to Belle and told her "There is no shame in being curious. By the way you were handling your son's diapers, you seemed quite interested in them yourself. Perhaps you simply harbor a desire in being treated the same as him."

Belle opened her mouth to protest, but then she thought carefully about what Fifi was saying. As outlandish as her theory may have sounded, there was a bit of logic in her words. At the least, it would explain her apparent fascination with padding.