Chapter 2

The young voice we just heard call out that he is home even sounds hot, it was a beautiful sonorous young boys voice. Just from hearing him, I cannot wait to meet him.

“Hi there Baby, just finished getting changed, if you need a change as well, go to your bedroom and I'll be right there.” Drew called out.

“Okay, I do. Is he here yet?” He asked, clearly he was expecting me today.

“Yes, meet you in your bedroom Baby.” Drew said, and then took my hand and led me down the hall to what is very clearly a young boys bedroom.

Obviously whatever Yori had to do before coming for his change took a minute, because by the time he made it, Drew had already gathered all the necessary diaper change materials and placed them on the bed.

I admit, I was watching, because if Yori is half as hot as his dad is, and as hot as he sounds, I might not be able to prevent myself from cumming. Except, a boy god walked in, and he is even hotter than his dad. Yori is about thirty to thirty five centimeters shorter than I am, he has the same wavy hair as his dad has, even roughly the same length, only his is light brown with almost silvery highlights in it. He has the most adorable smile, on the most beautiful face I have ever seen. His eyes are deep green, his nose is small and just perfect on him, his lips are every bit as red as mine, the first person I have met who also does without wearing lipstick actually, and even his ears are cute.

“Fuck, you're hot.” We both groaned at the same time, because as soon as Yori entered the room, he faltered and stared at me as much as I am doing so to him.

“Minds outta the gutter boys.” Drew laughed.

“Wow, Daddy, totally can't help it, you didn't tell me just how fucking hot he is.”

“Didn't think you'd care about that.” Drew said perfectly straight faced.

“Yeah, like you didn't already know I was fully gay anyway, and fuck, in those diapers, which make almost any boy hot, no, wow, so hot.” Yori groaned.

“No, I knew, but this is the first time you've ever actually said it.”

“Yeah, I know, didn't really needta, because I already knew you knew, as well that I'm a full on baby boy diaper lover.”

“Sure did, now come here, let me strip my beautiful gay baby boy and get you into a fresh ultra thick baby diaper.”

“Okay. Any chance you'd quadruple baby diaper me?”

“No, you know that's only for the weekends.”

“I know, but it's not like I haveta go anywhere tomorrow now, with Dakota finally moving in, I no longer haveta go out during the days, you promised me that.”

“True, but you know the other reasons why we can't?”

“True.” He said sadly.

“He might, but I don't!” I said.

“As I change my beautiful gay baby boy, I'll tell you.” Drew said, as he started stripping Yori.

Fuck is he even hotter in his soggy diaper.

“So, there's actually a few reasons why we do so only on the weekends. First, as you know, there's no point in wearing one if you can't fill it to it's fullest, and with our mega thick baby diapers and our nearly as thick doublers, it takes us roughly twenty four hours to fill them good and full. Second reason, it's really expensive to do so, even when you take into consideration that twenty four hours worth of diapers would be four, on average for us anyway, that still costs almost twice as much, because those diapers and doublers are rather expensive, yet oh so worth it, but only one day per week. Last, and probably the single most important reason is heat, but also moisture too. You see, that much heat trapped against your boy bits for too long can be bad for them, then all that moisture and acidity trapped for too long is also not good for your skin. You needta allow your skin to breathe more than that allows for, even with our amazing diapers.”

“Oh. I suppose that makes sense, because I know that if I don't let my diaper area breath and dry out, I get pretty bad diaper rashes sometimes.” I admitted.

“Same with us. That's the reason that at least once a week we also go for at least an hour with nothing on at all, and let our skin fully breathe. Of course there's bath or shower times, and when we go swimming too, so they get well cleaned and cleared then too.”

“Okay. Not usedta going naked.” I said, as I am staring at my now very much naked little brother, who is stone hard, and not really all that small for his age, but still only just a little better than half my size. I think I was really close to the same size at his age though, which was always larger than Peter had.

“That's okay, we have no shame or inhibitions here, so you'll get used to it, especially swimming naked, which, I assure you, is the best.”

“Okay, but where do you swim naked, people could see you at the lake, and there's a rather large cliff?”

“We have a pool, it's in the basement, but we do have stairs and a lift system for getting down to the lake, and to our private dock.”

“Really, that's awesome, I loveta swim, granted Peter and I hadta learn on our own at the lake, but we had hundreds of people teach us when we were like six or seven.”

“At the age of six and seven, you were going to the lake yourselves?” Drew asked.

“Sure, we started going together shortly after we met in kindergarten. No one ever said anything, as long as we weren't in their hair, all was good. Hell, we started going to the mall not long after, which is way downtown, or to the store, or anywhere for that matter. We've pretty much hadta buy anything we needed and fend for ourselves since then as well.”

“Well, that too's being added to my list for both your foster parents and your social worker, clearly you weren't being looked after at all.”

“No, never, they never even asked me where I was, or where I was going, I never told them I was spending the night anywhere, ever.”

“Figures. I never asked, but how and where'd you boys get money to buy things?”

“Stole it from Peter's dad mostly, but also lots from the kids who bullied and teased us most. There were a lot of rich kids who carried lotsa cash.”

“You understand, I hope, that stealing's bad, and that it won't be accepted here, that punishment can and will be doled out for doing such things?”

“Sure, but I'd never steal from you. I like and respect you, I even think I love you, we didn't like or respect any of them, they never gave us reason to, so we had no qualms about taking their shit for giving us so much shit.”

“Understandable, but no more stealing at all, okay.”

“I won't need to now, so, no worries.”

“Good.” He said to me, and just as he did so, he finished taping Yori up into his fresh baby diaper. “How's that Baby?”

“Mmmm, much better, thanks Daddy. Wish I could wear these much thicker baby diapers all day, every day, or even better yet, you guys' even better, bigger, and thirstier baby diapers, which look so much more babyish.”

“I know Baby, but they don't make them in your size, and you still have probably two years before you'll fit the ones we got for Dakota, not that you don't enjoy them at least once a week anyway. The diapers we get for you, though, while not nearly so babyish, are still very good and thirsty though, and they do fit you well and feel good, so I don't really think you have all that much to complain about.”

“I know.” He said sullenly, but I agree, I wish I could see Yori in the same diaper I am wearing, even though he looks truly spectacular in the diaper he is wearing, I still think he could look even better in my diaper. Granted, I would not mind seeing him in my diaper, in any way you care to dream up how we might go about that.

“So, I think we all deserve a baby bottle and then a large mug of tea, and then we'll give Dakota the grand tour of the place.”

“Okay Daddy, I could stand to have a drink anyway, and a baby bottle does sound really good.”

“Same.” I said.

So, Drew led us to the kitchen, and once more I am looking at everything as we go. The living room, which adjoins the kitchen, and really is part of one large room anyway, also has the same vaulted ceiling, only it is even higher in here than in Drew's bedroom, and here too the entire peaked wall is all glass. The bottom portion of the glass wall, though, I can tell are doors leading out. There is a really nice cobble stone patio set up out there with table, chairs, and barbecue.

The kitchen is also really beautiful, solid walnut cabinets done in a very simple design, with white and crystal quartz counter tops. Only the back wall where the main counter is has any upper cabinets, but that is mostly just one long counter for all the storage. Then almost as long is the island, and in it are both the sink on one end and the stove on the other, except the stove is massive, easily two and a half times larger than the stove at my old house was. The back splash on the back counter is done with random natural stones and looks really nice. I can also see that there are no cupboards on any of the lower cabinets other than under the sink, all other storage is a whole lot of drawers.

“Wow, nice kitchen?” I said.

“Thanks.” Yori said.

“Why'd you thank me?” I asked.

“Because I was the one to design the new kitchen, Daddy loved it, so that's what he had the company make. This was actually just finished about three months ago now.”

“Oh, that's why it looks brand new, it's very nice, you really did do an amazing job. I don't think I could've come up with anything better myself. Your dad said you like architecture, same as me, but here I thought I could teach you some stuff, but looking at this, I wonder if I can.”

“Thanks, I'd loveta work with you, and maybe we can both learn more together.”

“I'd really like that.”

“Daddy just gave me the ideas that he had, we picked out which stove, sink, dishwasher and fridge we wanted, and then I made everything around all that. There's not much I'd do differently if I were to do it again, but let's see if you can see what I think I missed.”

“Well, unless all the extra storage space is needed, I might've just axed the upper cabinets altogether and just done really nice open shelves. I think I would've gone with an extra couple lights above the bar, but a little smaller so that they're not so in your face, and more pot lights in the ceiling, but then, I think a kitchen should have lotsa light. I think I also would've gone with a more old fashioned enameled cast iron apron sink, maybe one with the built in draining board, I think that would've suited this house perfectly, and I think I would've gotten a dishwasher and fridge that could've had the front panels changed to match the cabinets, just to blend them in.” I said after only a minute of looking around.

“Good, you caught all the changes I would've made.” He smiled brightly.

“Really.”

“Yeah, but we couldn't find the sink I wanted, nor could we get the fridge and dishwasher we wanted with that feature. The lights, well, that was something that I wished we could change almost as soon as we were done, they looked good on paper, but not near so good in practice. Sure, they're nice, but, like you said, too bold, and I agree with you on the ceiling lights, only we didn't do anything to them other than change them for newer, better ones, because we didn't wanna haveta tear up the ceiling to fix them how they should be done, but we might eventually anyway, to fix the rest of the lighting issues in here. Same with the upper cabinets, really, we don't need them, we have a huge pantry, so everything up there could've easily gone in there anyway, and it hardly gets used.”

“Cool. I'm of the opinion that it's the lighting that makes the room, so that should always be part of the design.”

“Me too. This house is more than sixty years old, though, so we hadta work within certain boundaries, we can't just change every little thing just 'cause we wanna, it'd cost too much money. As it was, we spent almost a hundred thousand on this kitchen remodel, which was almost twenty more than Daddy wanted to spend, but we did make it nearly twice as large, and got a dishwasher. Well, that's not true, we did have a portable one that we could pull from the pantry, but it was a pain in the soggy diapered bum.”

“Ouch. That hurts.”

“Yeah, but like Daddy said, real wood is real expensive, so is real stone, and if we're gonna do it, in a house this size and stature, it hasta have a kitchen like this. Besides, let's face it, a hundred thousand for a kitchen in a ten million dollar house really isn't that expensive.”

“Really, that's what this place would sell for?” I gasped.

“Oh yeah.” Drew said, “But then the property next door isn't included in that, and with the massive bunk house on it, and because it's more land, it's probably more, but then, it doesn't have a true house either, so maybe not.”

“Wow. Some inheritance.”

“Yeah, but you know what, back when my grandpa bought this, it was only a few hundred thousand dollars, which back then was still a lot of money, but, even with inflation, I doubt it'd be even a million dollars in today's money.”

“True.”

“Well, here's our baby bottles Babies, let's drink up.”

I know I should not be doing so, I am already considered a baby by all that meet me anyway, but that did not stop me from doing so anyway, because I have wanted to do so for so long now. I admit, it was every bit as soothing as I suspected it would be. I guess I really am just a big baby, but then, so is my new daddy and baby brother, so that is even better.

Just as we finished our baby bottles, our mugs of tea were ready for us, so after cleaning our bottles and putting them on the drying rack for later, we traded out to our tea, I took a sip, and sighed deeply. I have always loved Earl Grey Tea, and that is what this is, but it is the best that I have ever had.

“Mmmm, good tea.” I sighed out.

“Only the best for us good baby boys.” Drew smiled.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Okay Babies, let's go on a tour.”

Just as Drew was about to lead us outside, I stopped and asked if we are really going to go outside in just our diapers, and Yori answered happily.

“Oh yeah, we do all the time, it's so awesome. We can't really when all the workers are here, so in just a few more weeks we won't be able to to, but Pedro won't care, he knows all about us and has seen Daddy and me in just our diapers millions of times.”

“Cool.” I say happily, because, again, this is a dream come true for me to get to go around in just my diapers without a care in the world.

The back yard is fully fenced, only on the sides it is a short white picket fence, whereas the back, as I may have mentioned already, is a good tall glass wall. There is a door in the wall though, now that I am looking, I can see it, and there is a structure that I can now see as well, but I could not have from our vantage point inside, because it is tucked off as far to the side as is possible, probably to keep it out of the beautiful view. That is where we head first. The door has an electronic lock on it, so Drew tells me the code as he punches it in, 1234.

“Hey, that's the code an idiot puts on his luggage.” I giggled.

“Ah, got that reference did you.” Drew laughed. “It was only meant as a safeguard when Yori was too young to be allowed out here alone without protection, so it didn't need an elaborate code.”

“Yeah, possibly the best Mel Brooks movie, hell, probably the best comedy ever made, at least to me.”

“Us too.” Drew and Yori said together.

Drew led us to the structure, it is on a massive concrete slab, with large steel arms jutting out over the cliff. There are five cables, one on each corner, then one in the middle. The four corner ones look to only guide the platform that the fifth cable goes to, and that is clearly what is pulled by the winch on the steel structure. Then next to it is the largest set of stainless steel spiral stairs I have ever heard of.

“Good grief, some system to get down to the lake.” I whistled.

“Hasta be. It's a long way down, but I tell you, it was bloody expensive to do. We typically only use the lift for getting products up and down from the dock for our houseboat, which is docked beneath us, but we use the stairs. The lift isn't technically duty rated for human usage, so we don't. The stairs and the lift are only about twelve years old now, the old stairs were starting to rot and weren't safe any more, after fifty or so years, so I had all this made out of high grade stainless steel, even the cables are what they make bridges out of.”

“Wow, you even have a houseboat.”

“Yes, we have a houseboat. I wouldn't have bought it myself, it was given to my grandpa years ago now, but I did have it refinished a few years ago, because it was getting old and worn, and now it's even better than it ever was. I even changed out the gas motor on it and put an electric one on it, we have a huge bank of batteries, and the entire roof of the boat is now a huge solar power collector.”

“Wicked. How's this all anchored, aren't you afraid that it'll just topple over into the lake?”

“There's roughly five tonnes of concrete in this slab, but there are steel anchors going into the rock beneath us, something like twenty meters or so. Everything was designed to ensure that exactly that can't happen. It shouldn't even be able to move at all in the most powerful possible earthquake.”

“Cool.”

“Would you liketa go down to the houseboat now or later.”

“May as well go now, since we're here.”

“Okay.”

We took the long walk down, and wow, what a workout.

“Good grief, I'm damn near dizzy now.” I laughed.

“Try doing it at a run, up, then back down again. I was so dizzy I fell down when I stopped moving. Good thing I didn't land in the water.” Yori giggled.

“Yikes, no thanks, but what on earth possessed you to do something so fucking stupid though?” I laughed.

“Just to try it.” He giggled.

“I told him it was a bad idea, didn't stop me from laughing my ass off though when he looked drunk and fell down.” Drew laughed as well.

“I almost threw up I was so dizzy actually.”

“I don't doubt that in the least.”

“Come on in, take a look at it. It's really amazing.”

So, they led me inside, and they are right. There is the front landing where you enter the boat, and then a small deck in the back, but then the rest of the houseboat, which has to be every bit of ten meters long, maybe even more, has the living area. It is one large open space except one door, which I am shown to be the bathroom. They told me that the toilet is actually a composting toilet, so that nothing goes into the water that really should not, but then the rest of the water comes from and is drained into the lake. The kitchen area is nice, and rather spacious, as is the living area, which has a nice large entertainment unit. I am told all three couches turn into pretty comfortable beds as well. There is a set of spiral stairs on the back deck leading up, so that was where we went next. This level is almost entirely open, other than the roof, and then tables, chairs, and benches all over for seating. There is a slide off the back, as well a diving board, and Drew told me that all the batteries that run the entire boat are tucked inside all the benches surrounding the outer perimeter. Granted, like he said, there is other storage in there as well.

Like they said, it is very nice, really quite large, and open, yet there really is not all that much, which is perfect.

“Wow, so nice. I bet you sleep like babies on this, don't you.” I grinned to them both, while pointedly looking to what they are wearing.

“We always sleep like babies, thank you very much.” Drew said.

“Me too.”

We headed back up top after that, and then headed back into the house to finish touring in there. They showed me what will be my bedroom, and it looks just like Yori's, and then my own private bath, which I am told Yori also has one just like it. I am astounded, to say the least, I have always had to share one bathroom with as much as five other people, so having a bathroom to myself is almost too much.

There is one other bedroom, and it too looks much the same. Drew's bedroom is of course the largest, and his bathroom makes ours look small, which they most certainly are not. The last things on the main floor to see are the powder room and the pantry, and the pantry is at least four times the size of the powder room. Finally we headed down the stairs near to the garage door, I had seen them when we came in, but paid no attention to them.

When we entered the basement, we entered into the pool area, but it is massive, the same size as the upstairs, garage included, so clearly way too much space for just the pool, even though it is pretty large. There is also a hot tub, and then there are lots of tables around, though some I can see are different games, as well there are several arcade style games around, and a massive TV on the wall with a cabinet underneath that has hundreds of games by the looks of it.

“Holy shit.” I gasped once the full wonder of it all sank in.

“Nice eh, my grandpa really did this area right, but then, this was where he started. It's had to be rebuilt a couple times over the years, since things don't always last for forever, you know, and the last time was just a few years ago, so it should last another twenty to thirty years.”

“Wow, so much, really, way too much.”

“True, but sure nice to have. Again, I don't think I'd spend the money to do this, but, like Yori said, in a house of this stature, it really does require a pool, and this is perfect.”

“I'll say. If I hadn't just gotten put into such an amazing baby diaper, I'd ask if we could go swimming.”

“We usually swim every morning after waking up, so that should give you more than enough time to peepee yourself properly, so that we can then go swimming without guilt of wasting such precious baby diapers.”

“Okay.”

“Would you liketa go check out the bunk house next?”

“Sure, I suppose, if your farm manager really doesn't mind, Pedro you said, right?”

“No, he doesn't, and Yori and I'll be going just like this as well, so you'll be just fine.”

“Is he a diaper lover too?”

“No, but he is as gay as can be, so he understands what it's like to be harassed, which was why he left Mexico and moved here.”

“Oh, that's good.”

“Yeah, it is, and more than half my migrant workers tend to come from Mexico, so that works well, because he speaks their language of course. Granted, I know Spanish quite well, and so does Yori.”

“Me too, which surprises some of the Mexican people here, because I do understand them.”

“Yeah, I usually liketa talk to them in Spanish as soon as I meet them, to save them saying something they shouldn't, thinking that I can't understand them, because I've had that sorta thing happen too. Granted, the looks on their faces when I reply in Spanish back to them is usually rather priceless.”

“Same.”

They led the way, and took me to a building I would have sworn was a three level apartment building. The lower level is all the kitchen, hall, and relaxation areas, but also two special apartments, and then upstairs are all the main apartments. Like Drew had told me, each one is compact, but has everything they need, and really are quite nice. The kitchen and hall are large, and the rec room is really nice. Just as we were leaving, who I have to assume is Pedro came strolling in.

“Ah, there you are Pedro, I'd liketa introduce you to my new son, Dakota. Dakota, this is Pedro.”

“It's good to meet you Dakota.” He said in English.

“Thanks, it's good to meet you as well.” I answered back in Spanish.

“Ah, you speak Spanish, very nice. How fluent are you?” He asked back in Spanish.

“Not perfect, but I can usually manage just fine, just as long as you don't speak too fast, and I think I know pretty much all the words now. It'll be nice to have someone who speaks it properly to practice with, though, because my Spanish teacher wasn't great.”

“That's really good. Considering the amount of Mexican people here, especially during the summers, that must come in handy.”

“It sure does.”

“I'm glad to see that you're not ashamed to be seen how you are at present, but as you already more than likely know, I'm perfectly okay with it.”

“Thanks, and Drew assured me that you'd be okay.”

“And I am. Well, I was just coming in to grab something, then I gotta get back to work, my boss is such a slave driver, you know.”

“Careful, or I'll break out the whips and chains again.”

“You promise?” His eyes lit right up.

“No, you dirty old dog you.” Drew laughed.

“Dirty, I'll give you, but I'm almost ten years younger than you are, so I doubt I can be called old.” He said happily, and then spun on his heals and headed to where he needed to go.

“I like him.” I giggled.

“Yeah, so do we. God, he's been with us, what, since Yori was just a year old I think it was, and he's amazing at what he does. He came to me as a migrant worker, same as almost all the others, but his ability to lead the others truly shone through, and so, I gave him the management position, and I kept him on permanent, because he admitted how badly persecuted he was at home, because of what he is. To tell you the truth, I'm shocked he still goes home once a year for a month, he says it really hasn't gotten any better for our kind, at least where he's from.”

“Does he maybe haveta because he's not fully a citizen in Canada or something?”

“That was his reasoning before, but I helped him to become a full Canadian citizen five years ago now. I know he still has family there, but I think he has a good friend as well.”

“Oh, well, if he wantsta tell you one of these days, I'm sure he will.”

“Yeah, and I never push him, he's quite tight lipped about his family and where he's from, he says it's quite traumatic, and even though he knows what I do for a living, he still can't talk to me about it.”

“Have you ever had a worker that keeps coming back, year after year, maybe it's him?”

“There's a few that I've had every year since he started, but I don't snoop, what he does on his own time is his business, so it's possible that what you're thinking is what's happening, and yes, I've wondered the same thing, but, again, it's not my place to stick my nose in where it doesn't belong.”

“Well, whatever his reasoning, I hope it works out for him in the long run.”

“Same, and he knows that if and when he needs any help, he's to come to me, and I'll do whatever I can to do so.”

From there they led me on a tour of many of the trees, Drew checking all the ones that we came across personally as well, and he is happy with how they all look, except one, that does not appear to have anything on it, so he wrote down the tree number into his cell phone, since all trees have a numbered tag on them, saying that he will alert Pedro to it to look into. If there is any sort of problem with it, it will be removed, so that it cannot infect any other trees.

Finally we head back into the house.

“So, it's getting close to dinner time, what would you like for dinner Dakota, it's your choice tonight?”

“Really, well, I don't know. I've never even been asked if I wanted to eat, let alone what. If I got food, it was usually here's food, eat it and like it. Kinda never did though, she was a horrible cook.”

“Yes, really, but now you also get a say in what we eat, and I assure you, I've become quite a good cook, and even Yori is getting really good already, and we'll happily teach you too.”

“Good, because if it weren't for cooking class at school, I'd quite likely poison us all.”

“So, what's your favorite food?”

“Not really sure, to tell you the truth. Occasionally Peter and I would end up with enough money to go to a restaurant, but not very often, and I kinda always really liked pasta dishes. I actually didn't care for pizza all that much, and no fish, I couldn't even get it in my mouth, the smell was so bad, I couldn't force myself to, so Peter happily ate it all for me, but I refused to kiss him for hours after.”

“That's too funny, but, in all fairness, I'm the same with fish. Yori has no idea if he likes it or not, because he's never tried it, I can't cook it, and I can't be near it when others are eating it, the smell almost instantly makes me wanna puke. That's more than likely at least partially my dads fault, though, he loved fish, and would force feed it to me, even though I told him how much I hated it, but, like I may have mentioned before, he was an uncaring, horrifically abusive asshole, and no simply wasn't an option, I was gonna eat it, and I was gonna like it, even if it killed me. Now, like I said, though, I can't even be near it. I know it's mostly psychological, and being a psychiatrist as I am, you'd think I should be able to get past that, but you know what, I know better than most, that there really are some scars that you'll forever live with, and that's mine.”

“I agree, and I truly think I have a scar as well that I'll forever live with.”

“I'm sure you will. As we cook, you really should tell Yori all about who Peter was, though, like I told you earlier, he deserves to know. Now, have you ever had Fettuccine Alfredo with chicken and Caesar salad?”

“Yes, and garlic toast too, mmm, so good. I think that was probably the best meal I ever had, actually.”

“Good, then let's get cookin' boys.”

So, as Drew taught us both what to do, though it sounds like most of this is for me, I told Yori everything, about who and what I am, who and what Peter was to me, what happened to him, and where his dad is now because of it. I admit, I do still have tears in my eyes from telling it, and Drew assures me that that will likely never stop. As soon as I am done telling Yori everything, he gives me a tight and powerful hug, he just wraps his arms around me, presses his head into my chest, and holds me. He says absolutely nothing, and just holds me.

I admit, after only a minute, I wrapped my arms around the smaller and younger boy who is now my brother, and held him too. I know that sometimes words can only get in the way, and that is exactly how I feel right now, but clearly Yori knows it too, hence not saying anything.

“Thanks.” I whispered as we finally let go.

“You're welcome. I'm glad you told me, I wish I could've met Peter, he sounds like an amazing person.”

“He was.” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.

We finished cooking only minutes later, and sat down to eat. We talked more as we ate, and I enjoyed it so much, it tasted even better than the restaurant version had, and I had thought that that was the best ever. We cleaned up our mess, and then headed downstairs to play in the games area for the rest of the evening. It was only just a few minutes to nine, when Drew said that it is time for bed.

“Really, already?” I said in shock, I doubt I have been to bed at nine since I was five.

“Yes, but we're up at five, you'll get used to it, and besides, admit, it's been a long day for you, and you probably are getting tired.”

“Yeah, you do have a point, but it's been more years than I can remember when last I went to bed at nine.”

“Yeah, I have a good idea, I was the same, but, go, enjoy a good sleep, but I think we all changed a little too early to last 'til morning, so both you baby boys add doublers to your baby diapers, so that they last 'til morning.”

“Okay.” Yori said brightly.

“Okay, and I'll try and sleep.” I said apprehensively.

I did go to my room, found the doublers, and I did add one as instructed, and it was nice. I crawled into bed, turned off the light, threw off the blanket and covered up in only the sheet, and then promptly passed out. I truly did not feel like I would have been able to go to sleep so early, but I surely did.