Sarah and John

Sarah plugged in the vacuum cleaner and began cleaning the bedroom. When she pushed the vacuum cleaner under the bed, she came across something she wasn’t expecting. She quickly turned it off and got down on her hands and knees to examine it. Looking under the bed frame, she found a box she had never seen before. She pulled it out and looked inside. To her surprise, it was full of baby supplies. There were bottles and pacifiers, diapers and wipes. But there was something strange. There were no babies in this house. They were big. She unwrapped a blue baby wipe and held it up. She thought to herself, Oh my God, this is fit for a grown man. Is my husband secretly a baby? Is that why he never wanted to have children? What the hell? She put the box on the bed and went back to cleaning the bedroom. John would be home soon and wanted to explain.

John noticed the delicious aroma of dinner as he crossed the threshold. Sarah heard the door open and returned with a bright smile. It was a smile that had been etched on him all those years. He hugged her warmly and kissed her cheek. "There's my big, hard-working man. Come sit down and I'll get you a drink, darling. Dinner's almost ready." John sat down at the table, looking tired, and took a big gulp of the beer that was on the table. "My God, honey, I really needed a drink. This is the only thing that can take the edge off a stressful week." Sarah soon invited him to the table full of food and the two enjoyed their dinner. John soon finished his drink and Sarah quickly poured him another. "After dinner, Sarah said, "Honey, let me take care of you." She said in a sweet, childish tone, "Let me help my little boy calm down." John was a little taken aback by the word "little boy," but he was too tired to really care.

"Here, honey, have another drink and go sit in your comfy chair while I clean up. I'll come and take you to your room when I'm ready." Ready for what John was thinking. "Um, okay, honey. Thank you for making such a wonderful dinner. I'm so lucky to have you to take care of me." Sarah smiled and said, "Of course." John fell into his favorite chair. The drinks began to take effect and he soon nodded off to sleep. "Is my little boy sleepy?" she asked as she stroked his hand. She opened her eyes and apologized for falling asleep. "It's okay, son. Come with me so I can make you comfortable." Sarah took his hand and led him to their bedroom. John's confusion turned to panic as he looked at his box sitting on the bed. God, I'm so fucked up, there's no way out of this. His chest tightened and he felt like he might be sick. For decades, John had managed to keep his secret quiet. Sarah quickly sensed his apprehension and squeezed his hand. "It's okay, honey, trust me. Everything's okay. There's no need to be scared. I know my big man needs to be taken care of," Sarah said in a motherly tone. "Now lie down on the bed for me. You don't have to say anything. I know you want this, John, I know you want a baby, I found all your things. I'm not mad, I promise. You know, I've wanted a baby for years and maybe that time is here." Sarah looked down at John and saw his eyes darting around the room. He was scared. She knew he was filled with guilt and embarrassment.

"I want to take care of you like my own child, but this is the only time I'll make this offer. So if you want to accept this, you don't need to say anything. All you have to do is put your thumb in your mouth and start sucking and Mommy will know that you are going to be her little boy."

John closed his eyes, feeling both terrified and excited. His heart was pounding. What do I do? This is my only chance. This is what you've always wanted. Trust him and let him go. You need this. He opened his eyes and looked at his wife's smiling face. He took a deep breath and gently dug his fingers into her palm. He brought his hand to her face and put his thumb in her mouth. There he did it. "Oh, Mommy is going to take good care of my baby," Sarah said loudly. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and then went to her pants. She took off all of her clothes until she was lying completely naked on the bed. She reached into the box and brought out her pacifier, saying, "I know you want the pacifier." When she returned to the box, she pulled out one of her diapers. "Bring this sweet little baby," she said as she pulled the diaper under her bottom. The smell of the baby powder seemed to put her in a trance as she sucked on her pacifier even harder. She fastened the diaper and made sure it was tight. She kissed her exposed belly and then climbed up from the side of her bed. "Come here, honey. Let me hold my baby." She quickly complied. She laid her head on his chest and felt his soft chest. She sighed and melted into him. He was her child now. A tear fell from her eye. She had given birth to his child. But she wasn't content to pretend. If she was going to be a real mom, she had to be a real child. She ran her fingers through her hair and fell asleep.