a frat brother takes her inside

The morning sunlight filtered into the Mu Theta frat house as laughter echoed through the halls. Annabelle, still groggy from her humiliating awakening on the porch, found herself scooped up and carried inside by a grinning frat brother named Derek. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with an easygoing charm and an obvious love for mischief.

"Alright, little one," Derek teased as he gently set her down in the oversized rocking chair located in the corner of the frat’s nursery—a room originally built for their initiation rituals. It was decked out with everything from a giant crib to plush animals that looked comically out of place in a frat house.

Annabelle rubbed her temples, still too foggy to form words. She blinked in confusion as Derek draped a soft blanket over her shoulders.

"There, there," he cooed in an exaggerated tone. "Baby needs some rest after her big night out, huh?"

The other brothers crowded around the doorway, laughing and snapping pictures on their phones. Someone handed Derek an old, oversized picture book—likely another relic from their elaborate initiation setups. Without hesitation, he flipped it open and settled himself beside her, rocking the chair lightly as he began to read.

"‘Once upon a time,’" Derek started, his voice a ridiculous mix of over-the-top baritone and falsetto, "‘there was a little princess who thought she was all grown up.’" The room erupted in laughter, and Annabelle buried her face in her hands.

One of the boys handed her a pacifier as a joke, which Derek snatched with mock seriousness. “Don’t forget this. Can’t have storytime without all the proper props!” He stuck it in her hand, giving her a wink before continuing with the story.

As the antics went on, they decided Annabelle should have the honor of becoming the house mascot. Someone found a bib in the old costume box from their skits and tied it around her neck, while another handed her a plastic rattle.

“Perfect!” Derek proclaimed, standing her up for a round of photos. Annabelle glared, but with the blanket draped over her shoulders and the bib tied neatly under her chin, she was hardly intimidating. She felt ridiculous as they paraded her around the house, snapping photos and joking about ordering an honorary plaque for their "little sister."

Just when the laughter started dying down, Derek noticed something. He looked down at the front of her diaper, which was sagging noticeably beneath the blanket.

“Well, well, well,” he said with a smirk, his voice dropping just enough to let the others know he’d found something worth teasing about. “Looks like someone’s a bit soggy. What am I going to do about it?”

The room went silent for a moment, then erupted into cheers and laughter. Derek just grinned, holding Annabelle’s hand as if she really was his charge.