Yes, briefly.

As Michael is changing the wet sheets on the bed, he can hear Kylee sobbing in the shower. Hearing his wife cry like that made his heart hurt, but he has been with her long enough to know to give her space when she is upset. He knows that she will come to him when he is ready. While waiting for his wife to decompress, he through on some pajama pants, threw the damp sheets in the washer, and went downstairs to make Kylee her favorite breakfast--french toast and eggs.

While Michael is cleaning and cooking, Kylee feels like she cleans herself both physically and emotionally in the shower. Her sobbing felt like it allowed her to physically process all of the complex emotions she had experienced this morning. At the same time, letting the water and soap wash the urine (and semen) off her body gave her a clean feeling that made her feel like a new person. It was much harder to feel like a dirty little toddler when you smelt like lavender and eucalyptus.

Kylee stepped out of the shower with a smile on her face and feeling like a new woman. That was until she saw what she had left on the floor.

The yellowed padding of the pink pull-up she had been wearing all morning was staring at her from the floor of the bathroom. Just looking at it filled Kylee with embarrassment, rage, and, curiously, arousal.

Naked and still wet from the shower, Kylee walked over and picked up the offensive object, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. The used training pants were heavy I'm her hand. Kylee walked over to the bathroom trashcan and chucked it in the can. She looked at the trashcan and saw it sitting on the top.

"That's not going to work," Kylee announced to the world. Still naked and wet, she bent over the trash can and pushed the pull up deep into it, forcing it to disappear beneath the other trash in the trash can.

"Better," Kylee said as she washed her hands.

Kylee proceeded to towel off, get dressed in her sexist, most adult pair of panties, a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, and try to forget about her morning. As she was changing, the smell of french toast and eggs from the kitchen called out to her like a siren.

Kylee quickly went downstairs to find her husband standing at the stove, making her favorite breakfast. She had never seen a more beautiful sight. She walked up behind Michael while he was cooking, hugged him from behind, and spoke to him.

"I love you," she said sincerely.

Michael smiled, looked back at her, and responded, "I love you too. I'm sorry you had such a rough first day at the gym. But, on the bright side, we burned so many calories, we can eat as much french toast as we want!"

Kylee laughed, "You are right!"

"Go take a seat at the table, I'll make your plate and bring it over," Michael offered.

"That sounds wonderful," Kylee said as she found her seat at the kitchen table.

Once Kylee and Michael were both sitting at the table eating, Michael decided to broach the subject of what happened this morning.

"So, do you wanna talk about it?" He probed.

Kylee set her knife and fork down and sighed. "Yeah, I guess." She took a deep breath as she settled in to tell a truncated version of the story. She told Michael about what happened when he wasn't there. She told him how she went down the creepy hallway to the empty daycare. She told him about the giant baby furniture and Julie. She told him about how the training pants and juvenile tights were her only option. She did leave out some key details, however. Like, she didn't mention using the child's training potty, being wiped and brought to orgasm by Julie, or the deal she made to be allowed to cum. Somethings were too much to relive, even with her husband.

"Wow, love, it sounds like you had a rough morning," Michael said supportively. "If it makes you feel any better, you were as hot as fuck in that pull up." Michael winked at Kylee, trying to lighten the mood.

Kylee grinned back at Michael, "You bet I was. My ass is so nice it makes anything covering it look good."

Michael smiled at Kylee's statement, but his face grew more somber.

"Love, I still do have one question," he said.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"I know you wet yourself the first time, that time in front of the class, because you didn't have time to pee, were in a weird position, and Emily pushed on your bladder," Michael said delicately, "but, when and why did you wet the pull up? And the sheets were wet? Did you wet the bed too?"

Kylee's smile left her face and she froze momentarily. She had wet that pull up sometimes between the daycare and having sex with Michael. It also got wetter while she was sleeping. Kylee could not recall peeing, or even noticing that she was peeing, at all.

"I... I don't know," she told Michael.

Michael looked at her with concern on his face.

"Let's chalk it up to first-day-at-the-gym jitters for now, but, if it keeps happening, we might need to see a doctor," Michael helpfully provided.

"Yeah, it's probably just jitters," Kylee said, lost in thought as she replayed her morning and that vivid dream in her head.