Sunday didn’t even feel like it happened. Saturdays were always full of fun- like yesterday I went to the store with Mommy and played in the mud with Daddy- but Sundays were never any fun. And today was no different, because come tomorrow morning, I knew I’d have to go back home.

“Cheer up, princess. You know how much Mommy loves getting to drop you off at school.”

“Yeah, and Daddy has federal holidays off, which means we both get to take you tomorrow.”

Mommy and Daddy tried so hard, but I couldn’t help feeling sad. Spending time with them was the highlight of my week, and the weekend always ended too soon.

“Do you want to bring your new stuffie to dinner?” Mommy asked.

“Dinner?” I was sitting on the living room sofa watching cartoons. We usually ate in when I stayed over, so going out to eat was new.

“You’ve been coming here for three months now, so Daddy and I thought we’d celebrate by taking you out for a change. How does that sound?”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“It’s a surprise!”

At Mommy’s suggestion, I went upstairs and grabbed my new teddy bear from the crib. I had been up here earlier to snuggle her as I sulked about having to return home, and even though we’d only been together for the weekend, she had already become a very close friend.

Back downstairs, Mommy and Daddy were already dressed and prepared for dinner. I was hardly dressed for the day, let alone for going out, still wearing the footed sleeper I’d worn to bed. Daddy quickly came over to me and helped me out of my pajamas, showing me towards the bathroom where to my surprise an outfit had already been picked out for me.

My face flushed as I saw what I was to wear. It was a short pink dress, matching the color of my hair and cheeks, with a pair of white tights which stretched thin over my padding in a way that let you see through it at the underlying diaper. As soon as I had it on Daddy stepped out, allowing Mommy to come in and do my makeup- foundation, concealer, blush, mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick. If we were going out, they wanted people to know that we were on a date, and this time, everyone was going to know that I was their baby.

We headed out to the car, where Mommy once again helped me into the child-seat in the back before sitting up front next to Daddy. I was nervous to say the least. This was treading new ground for me. Mommy and Daddy had taken me places before, but I hadn’t expected something so big, especially after yesterday’s trip to the store. Taking me into public once was already something, but taking me out twice in one weekend was unprecedented. Anytime we left the house I not only worried about strangers catching me wearing a diaper, but being seen with Mommy and Daddy by someone I knew. Our dynamic was a secret. All my friends knew I left campus for the weekend, but as far as any of them knew it was because I went back home to see my parents, parents whom I hadn’t spoken to in quite some time.

Mommy and Daddy were the closest thing I had to parental figures in my life, and they weren’t actually that much older than I was. For a college student, I was on the older side, having spent longer than I actually would have liked struggling to get my degree, failing classes left and right and feeling like an imposter at every twist and turn. I was already in my mid-twenties, an age where I had expected myself to have everything already figured out. My caregivers were both in their early thirties, with jobs that kept them comfortable and allowed them to support the whole family, plus a weekend playmate, without the whole thing falling apart.

I fiddled in the back seat as we drove, trying to avoid the gaze of every driver we passed by. There was no way of telling whether they could see that I was sitting in an adult sized car seat, yet I still feared the worst anytime a gaze came my way. I loved being a little, but I was scared of what would happen if anyone found out what we were doing.

We pulled up to our destination, a little sit down restaurant named Rubber Duck, which I recognized from the night my caregivers and I had first met. When we first spoke online, the three of us arranged to meet somewhere neutral to get to know each other, and we ended up settling on meeting for dinner. Daddy parked the car and Mommy let me out of my seat, not letting me forget my bear this time as we headed inside and got placed at one of those corner booths that wrapped around the table, where I found myself squeezed between my caregivers.

Immediately, the hostess who sat us noticed the way I was dressed and gave me a look, but she wandered off as soon as we were seated. It was the waitress who I was really scared of.

“Hello! Welcome to Rubber Duck! How are you folks doing tonight?”

“Fine, thank you.” Mommy said with a smile.

“Can I get you started with anything to drink?” The waitress asked.

“I’ll have an iced tea.” Mommy said. “Honey?”

“Water is fine.” Daddy replied. “What about you, Baby?”

I hesitated. “Oh, I don’t- Umm…”

“Here, let me help,” Mommy said as she slid over to me. “Look, Baby, they’ve got chocolate milk. That sounds good, right?”

“Y-yeah…” I stuttered out. Not only was I dressed up like an oversized toddler, but here I was being singled out as the baby of the group by both of my companions.

“She’ll have some chocolate milk.” Mommy answered confidently.

“Alright. No problem.” The server responded. “I’ll give the three of you a few minutes to look at the menu.”

“Great, thanks!” Daddy responded cheerily. I could already feel his arm reaching around behind me protectively, placing his ringed hand on my opposite shoulder.

I slumped down in my seat, trying to hide from the rest of the world. I had been too anxious to make eye contact with the server that I wasn’t sure if she noticed what I was wearing. My dress covered up my diaper, but just barely. If I had any bounce in my step on the way in she most surely would have caught wind of it. Hopefully no one had and I was just being paranoid, but I couldn’t help but feel like it was only a matter of time.

My eyes hastily scanned over the menu, skimming through the words between distracted glances around the restaurant. There were a couple patrons sitting at the bar across the room and a few other groups scattered about the place, and for the most part nobody seemed to have any interest in us.

“There’s no need to worry, Baby. Nobody’s going to notice.” Mommy assured me.

Daddy nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, and if anyone does, it’s not that big a deal. You’re never gonna see them again.”

“You promise it’s okay?” I asked.

“We promise.” They both said.

The server returned momentarily with beverages, passing our drinks to us. “And here’s that chocolate milk. What do you think, are we ready to order?”

“I think so,” Daddy said. “Dearest?”

“Yes. I’ll have the country-fried steak.” Mommy replied.

“And I’ll have the turkey and gravy.”

“Alright.” The waitress said. “And for you?”

The other woman looked me right in the eye. I froze, not having any idea of what I wanted. The whole time I was too busy checking to make sure nobody was looking at me to finish reading the menu. Shyly, I lowered my head, trying to figure out what to say when Mommy flipped the pages over, pointing me to a section at the bottom.

“Here, Baby. Do you want the chicken tenders or the hamburger?”

I bit my lip. “Ch-chicken tenders, please.”

Mommy smiled. “She’ll have the kids' chicken tenders.”

For a moment I caught the server staring at me, almost like she was considering asking my age, but after a tense few seconds of silence she simply nodded her head. “Coming right up.”

Her gaze lingered on me for a little bit, even as she gathered the menus and headed back to the kitchen. There was something she wanted to say, but she obviously thought better of doing so, instead choosing to stay quiet about whatever it was she was thinking.

As if trying to take my mind off of it, Mommy slid me a box of crayons. The table was equipped with those big paper placemats for kids to fill out and draw on while they wait for their food, which Mommy grabbed and placed in front of me. I glared at her, embarrassed, before taking a couple of colors out of the box and beginning to do a little word search to keep myself calm. Daddy of course hovered over me and helped, always eager to play with me any way he could. He genuinely seemed to get a kick out of the little games and puzzles they had provided us, which the two of us finished together.

Eventually, our food arrived, and the server, seeing the crayons I had scattered in front of me, gave me a look of what I guessed was confusion. But nonetheless, Daddy helped me put away all of the colors and the placemat so the woman could set down my food, an exceedingly small portion of chicken tenders and a side of french fries, complete with a variety of condiments, ketchup, to dip them in.

“Enjoy,” she said with a wink.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as the waitress walked away, leaving me with my childish meal. I could hear her from the kitchen giggling with her friends as Mommy and Daddy cooed at me. She might not have known exactly what was going on between us, but I definitely gave her something to laugh about. I did my best to try and ignore her, but it wasn’t easy to stay composed when Mommy decided to lift up the skirt of dress mid-meal to check my diaper.

“M-Mommy?!” I exclaimed.

“Shhh, baby. We don’t want the whole building to hear,” she whispered.

Thanks to my fussing, the attention of those all across the restaurant now turned to watch us, including from our waitress and her kitchen friend in the back of the house. Fellow patrons were suddenly being treated to dinner and a show as Mommy reached beneath the table and pressed her hand against the front of my padding, checking it for any signs of use. A few mumbles could be heard from the audience as they speculated on what exactly was going on while my caregiver dipped her fingers into my waistband and concluded that the wetness my diaper was experiencing was merely the result of all the sweat I was now producing.

“All clean,” Mommy commended me, “now finish your food so we can head home.”

Despite my desire to sink down and bunker up until it was all over, I did as I was told and consumed the rest of my meal, taking my last bite as the server returned for a final time. Curiously, her eyes peeked over the lip of the table as she dropped off the check, trying to check out what all the uproar of my diaper check had been about. As quickly as my hands could move, I yanked the skirt of my dress down to cover up, hoping I had been fast enough to keep her from getting too good of a look.

“And there you go, keep the change,” Daddy said as he handed the check back.

“Why thank you very much,” the woman replied, giggling at me once more. “You’ve got some milk on your lip, kiddo.”

“Bwah?” I whined, before letting her wipe my face off with a napkin.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so adorable.” she cooed.

“I know, isn’t she just?” Daddy chuckled. “Do say hello to your little boy for me, won’t you?”

“Will do. Enjoy the rest of your night!”

“W-wait a minute-” I stammered as we started out of the restaurant. “You know her?”

Daddy smiled, holding the door open for Mommy and I. “Oh yeah. She’s a regular at the local scene. We usually come here when we want to have a little bit of fun during dinner.”

“You mean you planned that?!”

“Every minute of it,” Mommy replied. “Don’t lie, I felt your diaper down there, you liked it.”

“Mmph…” I pouted. “Maybe a little bit…”

“Good.” Daddy said. “Now let’s get you home. You don’t want to be late for school tomorrow.”

“By the way, baby. Did you ever come up with a name for your new friend?”

“My teddy bear?” I asked, holding it up for them. “Pooker. Her name is Pooker.”

“Aww, baby. It’s perfect.”

“It is.” I said, hugging her with both arms. “A perfect ending to a perfect weekend.”