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You wake up to find that your a baby
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Chapter #6

Wake up at dinnertime

    by: Bellatrix_ Author IconMail Icon
You wake up around 6 at night. The nursery is loud, with all the others awake. Most of them are behaving, but 2 or 3 are still fighting the caregivers. You watch as the caregivers calmly put the misbehaves in their cribs and let them tire themselves out.
“Hey little one, are you ready for dinner?” One of the caregivers asks, walking over to your crib. You nod and he picks you up. You and the well behaved boys are carried to a large kitchen and put in high chairs. You have a bib tied around your neck and when the caregivers go to get food ready, you look around and see that you’re sitting next to Terrell.
“Hey cam.” He whispers.
“Hey.” You say.
“Ready for some good grub?” Terrell asks.
“What do they usually feed us?” You ask. Terrell shrugs.
“They try to do something different every night, but there’s usually vegetables and stuff. You have to eat what they give you, or you don’t get dessert.” He says.
You’re not sure what’s so bad about not getting dessert, but maybe that’s a bigger letdown for the other boys.
“Alright little one, open up.” Says a caregiver, sitting in front of you. He holds a baby spoon with strained peas on it. You scrunch your nose up, not wanting to eat it. “Come on, I know you’re hungry.” He says. You take a deep breath and open up. He feeds you the bite and you almost gag swallowing it. You turn your head away as he tries to feed you the rest of the meal.
“I think we have a fussy boy on our hands.” Laughs another caregiver. You frown at him and look around for your pacifier. It’s not on your high chair tray. Is it in your crib?
“Hey champ, how about a bottle?” Asks the first caregiver. You shrug and nod and he picks you up, carrying t oh over to the fridge to get a bottle. He warms it up and then brings you into a sitting room with a few rocking chairs. He sits and holds you and you drink the bottle. When it’s empty, he burps you.
“Now that you’re all fed, let’s get you back to the nursery for some playtime.” He coos. He and the other caregivers bring you and the other boys back to the nursery and sit you inside of a gated play area.
“Play nicely.” One of the caregivers says. You and Terrell watch as the 3 kids who fought the caregivers are carried out of the room, probably to eat their dinner.
“What do you guys wanna play?” Terrell asks. All of you think of games that you like.
“Hide and seek!” One of the boys shouts, clapping.
“We’re not allowed to leave the playpen though.” Says the brunet boy next to him.
“Maybe soccer? We just need a ball and 2 goals.” You suggest.
“Yeah!” Terrell agrees. He stands and goes to set up 2 blankets to act as goals. You look around for a ball, but the only one is outside of the playpen. You step over the fence and walk over to get it, when one of the caregivers comes back.
“What are you doing out of the playpen little one?” He asks. You look back at the other boys who all look nervous. You plop down on your butt and point to the ball.
“You want this?” He says. You nod. He grabs the ball and scoops you up, carrying you back to the playpen, sitting you next to Terrell. “There you are. Now, since your new you’ll get a warning, but if it happens again, you will get a consequence. No leaving the playpen unless you are taken out by me or another caregiver.” He tells you. You nod. He smiles and leaves.
“Okay, let’s play.” You say.

After a nice game of soccer, it’s time for bed. All of you are picked up out of the playpen 3 at a time and taken to a changing table to get changed and dressed in pajamas. When you, Terrell and the brunet boy are taken, you feel sad. You don’t want to be separated from your friend, even though it’s only for a few hours. You start to cry, and your caregiver rubs your back.
“What’s the matter?” He coos. You look at Terrell. “Do you want to stay with your friend?” He asks. You nod. “Okay, let’s get you ready for bed first.” He says.
You wait grumpily as you are changed and dressed in a footed sleeper, wanting to spend more time with Terrell.
“Can we move their cribs next to each other?” Asks the caregiver holding Terrell.
“I don’t see why not.” The caregiver holding you says. They put you down in your cribs and push them together. You smile and reach through to grab terrells hand through the bars. Your caregiver pops your pacifier in your mouth and you suck on it.
“Night night babies. See you tomorrow.” The caregivers say, leaving the room.
You and Terrell stay up late talking, pretending to be asleep when the caregivers pop in. When it gets to midnight, you fall asleep, exhausted.

You have the following choices:

1. Wake up with a wet diaper

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2. Wake up dry

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