Chapter Twenty-Eight

I did eventually read the rest of the story; Vivian insisted.

And so I sat in our temporary shared bed and read the rest of it while Vivian took a post-coital shower.

The details are just for me but suffice to say that it was an…illuminating read. Not to mention how reading through the history of our relationship from Vivian’s perspective felt almost surreal. While I was busy worrying that my lies were leading Vivian down a rabbit hole of accidents and pull-ups and diaper changes, Vivian had been busy worrying she was pushing a girl struggling with a growing incontinence issue to drastic solutions because of her own desires.

I couldn’t help but laugh as the professor in the story struggled with her own suspicions that maybe I was more into what was happening than I let on, picking up on little clues I hadn’t realized I had dropped.

I had finished the story and was re-reading some of my favorite parts when Vivian emerged from the bathroom.

“So?” She asked, an edge of nervousness in her voice, “what did you think?”

“From a literary standpoint,” I said teasingly, “it’s not as good as A Restoration of Rainbows, but…I think it might be my favorite thing you’ve ever written.”

Vivian smiled and climbed into bed next to me, still naked from the shower. “And I wrote it all for you,” she said, “no one else will ever get to read it.”

I smiled affectionately at her. Gods, I loved this woman. “I wondered, sometimes, if maybe…you were into it too…”

Vivian laughed, “I guess we should have just been honest with each other from the beginning, huh?”

“Yeah,” I agreed with a laugh, “but…I think it makes for a pretty good story.”

Vivian leaned over, cupped my check with her hand, and kissed me softly, tenderly. “I love you, my little Lavender.”

“I love you too, Miss Vivian.”

“Now,” she said with a mischievous grin as she got out of bed, “I think it’s time I got my little girl in a diaper, don’t you think?”

I smiled and nodded, “I’d like that, Miss Vivian.”

And we lived happily ever after.