Author's Note: Well folks, you asked and I answered. Enjoy this new chapter. Lyrics included are from "You'll be in my heart" by Phil Collins.

Seto knew he was in for one hell of a ride later that evening. He knew Mokuba would put up a fight when it came to going to bed that evening- not just because of his earlier bed wetting, but because his bear wasn't fit to sleep with. Seto had sworn to get it patched up as soon as possible, but he knew that might take time he didn't have- even if he rush ordered it. He knew he had to have a game plan, but trying to come up with one after a hectic day like this one seemed almost impossible. His brain was fried, but he knew he couldn't give up. He decided to make a point of spending as much time with his brother as he could spare, despite the earlier events of the day putting him behind at work. Some things were just more important.

When the time rolled around to 9:30, Seto had his brother start preparing for bed. He made sure to be there every step of the way to show him that he wasn't alone. He even tucked Mokuba into bed and read him a story in hopes of getting him to sleep. When Seto tried to leave, his brother started to cry. When that didn't work, he started singing to him.

"Come stop your crying
It will be alright.
Just take my hand,
Hold it tight.
I will protect you
From all around you.
I will be here,
Don't you cry..."

By the end of the song, Mokuba was asleep. In perhaps the most tender act of love he had ever performed, he gently pressed a kiss to his little brother's forehead before leaving and gently shutting the door behind him. Now that the hardest part of the day was behind him, he hoped to get some work done. He sat at his desk and started typing on his laptop, checking stock prices, updating documents, and reviewing presentations. A few hours passed, and all was quiet in the manor. Although he had to admit that every few minutes he kept looking up, expecting Mokuba to appear in the doorway. When he finally started really getting into the swing of things, a sound like the coo of a dove tore his eyes away from his computer screen.

There stood Mokuba, thumb in his mouth and pajama bottoms soaked. Seto stifled the urge to sigh and roll his eyes at the incident. He knew his brother must have been feeling embarrassed, and he knew he would be kicking himself constantly if he made the situation any worse. He looked at his brother kindly and held his free hand as he led him back to his room. To Seto, it was like his brother was three years old again. As Mokuba changed, his brother stripped the bed of its sheets and took them to the laundry room before getting a new set from the linen closet and remaking the bed. Mokuba climbed in, obviously embarrassed, but not as much as he was the first time it happened. He had anticipated this subconsciously. Seto had made sure to put a towel under his brother, just in case it happened again (even though he doubted it would happen twice in one night) and reassured his brother that it was okay, that he understood it wasn't his fault, and that he didn't mind the mess. As long as Mokuba was safe, that was all that mattered to him.

He stayed beside his brother until he fell asleep again before leaving, working for one more hour, and then going to bed himself.

He greeted the next day with an uncharacteristic amount of optimism. He was absolutely positive that today could not be any worse than yesterday. When he went into the dining room he saw that Mokuba wasn't there yet and assumed he was still asleep. He decided to go wake him up personally. When he peeked inside he saw his brother huddled at the top of the bed, crying as he looked at the towel on the bed and the wet pajama bottoms and underwear he had changed out of. Although Seto could not quite see it for himself, he figured out what had happened easily enough. This was beginning to cause some problems, and something had to be done. But first things first: comforting his little brother.

Seto sauntered into the room and watched Mokuba turn to look at him, clearly ashamed. He sniffled pitifully, and it broke Seto's heart to see him that way. His brother reached up to him and Seto easily plucked him up from his bed, walking around the room with him like he had when Mokuba had been a baby in hopes of calming him down. He noticed Mokuba hadn't stopped sucking his thumb since yesterday and hoped that he wouldn't pick it up as a habit. If he did, that would be yet another thing to put on his endless list of things to worry about. But he refused to start thinking about that now. He just wanted his brother to feel better, and if this helped him do that, then fine. After a few minutes of walking around the room, Mokuba had calmed down and laid his head on his brother's shoulder sleepily. To say he was tired was an understatement. Seto noticed this and gently bounced him up and down. It didn't help much. Seto sat down on the bed and set his little brother in his lap.

"Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing circles on his back. Mokuba looked down, clearly disappointed.

"I guess so." Seto waited, for there seemed to be more to what he wanted to say. "I just thought this was over and it wouldn't happen ever again. But now it happened three times! What do I do, big brother?" Mokuba looked at him, eyes pleading for an answer. Seto ruffled his hair reassuringly.

"I don't know yet, but I'll think of something." He promised. Mokuba nodded and wiped his nose with his sleeve. Seto put an arm around him. "Ready for breakfast?" He asked. Mokuba nodded, looking slightly happier. Seto smiled as he walked with his brother to the dining room.

After breakfast Seto walked his brother to school before going to work himself. He spent the first part of his day making up for all the lost time yesterday. When he felt like he had caught up and finished some of that days work, he took a lunch break and spent it researching his brother's problem, searching for answers. As far as he could tell, his initial assumption that stress was the root of the problem seemed to be confirmed. He hoped that having his bear back would mean the end of the problem, but he had a gut feeling that this was far more complex than that. The bear was certainly the trigger, but could this problem be a symptom of something greater? He didn't know. And that was something he hated. For now though, he needed to focus on a solution for the current problem. There was, of course, one answer that kept coming up over and over again, but he didn't want to go there unless he was desperate. However, the other options required medical sign offs and he didn't want to go through that because not only would it be too much work for a temporary problem, but it could become public, and the last thing he needed was a scandal on his hands.

It seemed as if he had no other option.

He called up one of his servants and had them pick up a package of diapers in the most nondescript car they had access to. As he was being driven home from work that day, Seto knew this was going to be one of the hardest things he'd ever done, but it was something he knew he needed to do. He could only hope that in doing so it wouldn't drive his brother away like he feared it would.