Chapter 35: Fathers

Written by SuperAverageFoxyBoy

"No. No… no! This can't be happening… why now!? What time is it… 1 hour left!?" John Wilde looked down at the torn remains of their last pair of diapers and then to his precious son, Nicholas. "Ok bud, we've got 1 hour until Mom comes home and brings back some groceries. I can't just leave you laying here buck naked so... what to do, what to do..." All Nick could do was stare blankly at his father's face. "Right, right… good idea Nick but, I don't think that's gonna work…"

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head. "I got it! You just sit tight Nick. Daddy's got an idea!"

5 minutes later...

"No. No, not that. Not that either. Come on… come on… no…" He let out a long sigh before saying, "I'm all out of ideas

Nick, I think we're screwed or at least I am anyway."

What is Maria gonna say when she sees that I can't even change our son's diaper… Suddenly, a growling sound emanated from his stomach. Yeesh. I need some grub. "Say, you feeling hungry bud- hey! Stop that!" John rushed back to his kit in order to prevent him from ingesting a pair of rubber bands. "Nick, I swear you're gonna get yourself killed one day." He placed the rubber bands, now soaked in saliva, on the counter behind them but then…

"Wait a sec… that's it! Nick, you're a genius! Must've taken it after me." Moments later he returned with a pair of safety pins, rubber bands, and towels. "This is where the fun begins."

A small Mercury Cougar slowly pulls into the driveway. It's driver then exits the vehicle and takes several bags from the trunk before proceeding to enter the house. "Let's just hope that those two didn't destroy the house." As she entered the house she quickly noticed something most peculiar. "John, what in god's name am I looking at right now."

With a grin, he said, "Honey, it's improvisation at its best.

Playing on the floor contently, was a fluffy orange kit, but that wasn't the strange part. No, the strange part was what he was wearing. He was wearing what looked to be makeshift diapers thrown together with several towels along with many rubber bands and safety pins strewn around it. She looked back up at her husband and said, "Umm, John, you do know that we had extra diapers in our bedroom's bathroom right?"

"Uhh... Yes! Of course, I knew!"

"John."

"I- No..."

"That's what I thought. You did your best, and that's what counts." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before heading to the kitchen to unload her bags.

John proceeded to collapse on the couch, and internally scream.

AN: Happy Father's Day everyone! I hope you can all celebrate with your father's grandfather's, etc, and remember the good they've done.