When they reached the car again, Edward popped the trunk and set Bella on the ground. She decided to test out the theory that she could no longer walk. She managed to pull herself up and tried to talk a single step, only to fall on her bottom. The fluffy white diaper cushioned her fall. She frowned, tears pooling her eyes out of frustration and humiliation.
"Aww, baby go boom boom," Edward cooed, patting her head. "Don't worry, Daddy will help you with that soon."
She crossed her arms, watching him set up some sort of contraption. It was like a stroller combined with a basinet. A pram, that's what they were called. Rather than sitting up straight, she'd lay down and be stared at by many. She was starting to realize that Edward was a little old fashioned. Her room was a mix of little girl while also being something from the 1800s. Her bottle earlier had been glass. Even her outfit was vastly different from Bree and the other victims she had seen.
The pram itself was ruffly, much like everything else and a light shade of pink. A hood raised over the bottom meant to protect the person inside.
"Up we go," Edward lifted her up, causing her dress to lift. He pressed a few kisses to her tummy, a reluctant giggle falling from her lips. "Aw, I love that laugh."
He laid her into the pram (which was comfier than she expected) and then shuffled through the bag on his shoulder. Bella got a better look at it and saw some extra diapers, wipes, rash cream and outfits. There were pacifiers, bottles and even some toys. Edward had really thought of everything.
First, he pulled out a fluffy pink blanket with little hearts across it. He placed it over her before returning to the bag. A few moments later, a familiar teddy bear emerged. It only had one eye and the ear was torn. Bella tried to sit up, but couldn't. Instead, she made grabby hands very much like a toddler. How had he gotten Bear Bear? She had left him behind when she moved out of her dad's.
"Aw, does my princess want her bear?"
"Bear Bear!" Bella got out around the pacifier.
"Here you go," Edward handed it over and Bella instantly cuddled him close. He was the first bit of comfort since she arrived. "Don't you look just precious?" He snapped a picture with his phone and Bella didn't argue. "Let's go."
He pushed the stroller down the sidewalk and while Bella tried to see where they were going, she couldn't due to the hood of the pram. Edward made funny faces and blew little kisses. Bella just hugged her bear and sucked on her pacifier. After a few moments, Edward began to sing inane nursery rhymes that annoyed Bella to the core.
"How much is that doggy in the window," he belted out. "The one with the waggity tale? How much is that doggy in the window…ruff ruff…I wonder if he is for sale."
Bella rolled her eyes and cuddled her bear closer. She spit out her pacifier and let it fall down with the leash. Out of habit, she brought Bear Bear closer to her mouth and let the in tact ear into her mouth. She started sucking on that.
"Oh no, sweetie, not good for you!" Edward chastised. He tried to take the bear away and Bella let out a cry. She was tired, she was done and she had been humiliated. No one was taking her bear. "Isabella."
"Mine!" She howled.
"That is not good for your teeth."
He snatched the bear and Bella began to wail. He wanted a baby? She'd give him a baby. She kicked her legs and let the tears fall down her cheeks.
"Give it back! Give it back! Give it back!"
"Isabella Marie Cullen, you cut this out right now," Edward demanded. She didn't, she kept it up, really laying it on thick. "Okay, little girl. I was going to let you have ice cream before lunch, but you are showing that maybe you just need a quick lunch and then nap."
"No nap! Bear! Bear!"
Edward slipped the pacifier back in her mouth and Bella screamed through it. He turned the pram around and went back to the car. When they arrived, Bella was still carrying on. He scooped her up and strapped a wiggling Bella into her car seat. He got up front, tossing the bear into the passenger seat. Bella kept it up as long as she could, but eventually, she settled down into sniffles. She folded her arms, kicking her legs a few last time against the seat.
When they arrived back at the house, Edward took her inside, holding Bear Bear out of reach. He strapped her into her high chair and tied a bib around her neck.
"That tantrum will not be tolerated," he told her, his voice low and dangerous. "If I tell you no, the answer is no."
Bella spit out her pacifier. "I hate you."
"You can hate me Isabella, but I am doing what is necessary to keep you happy and healthy. I know you're not used to that. You had to parent your mother. And then by the time you got to Charlie, it was too late. But now, you have a chance at childhood."
"I don't want it! This isn't fair! You could adopt a regular baby."
"Aww, fussy baby." Just like that, it was like he couldn't hear her again. "Daddy will make lunch."
Bella pouted, staring forward. After a little bit, Edward returned with another big bowl of oatmeal.
"I had that for breakfast."
"Well my original plan was to give you some yummy mac and cheese, but you wanted to throw a tantrum. So, you get to have something more nutritious."
Bella reluctantly lets him feed her and it's the same as it was hours prior. Silly noises and him forcing some of it on her face. This time when she's done, he takes another picture before wiping her clean. He lifted her up and grabbed at the front of her bloomers. She wiggled, while he just frowned.
"Dry. Hopefully Grandpa's shot kicks in soon."
Bella rolled her eyes. She wouldn't let that get to her. She was fed yet another bottle and burped, before Edward grabbed the bear and carried both upstairs. Bella was put into bed and tucked in nice and tight. Edward grabbed her wrists and chained them to the bed.
"Please," she whimpered. "Not these."
"I can't trust you Isabella," he chided. He placed her teddy bear on her chest and slipped her pacifier in her mouth. "Goodnight, my sweet angel. Daddy loves you." He kissed her nose, walking out of the room.
Bella wasn't going to sleep but the drama of the morning caused her eyes to drift shut.
She awoke to a wet feeling. Again.
Tears fell down her face for the umpteenth time that day. How was she already losing control?
Edward came in the room, smiling wide. "Did my baby have a good nap?" He unlocked her cuffs and lifted her up. "Why are we crying?" He wiped her tears away with his thumb and rubbed her back. "What's wrong Princess?"
"Diaper," she whispered, barely audible.
"What was that?"
"Diaper," she mumbled a bit louder.
"Well Bella, yes, you have to wear a diaper. Don't be silly."
Heat rose to her cheeks. "I peed my diaper."
"Ohhh, that's what you meant. Well, what do you want me to do about it?"
Her eyes widened. "I…"
"Polite princesses use please and thank you."
She just stared at him and he shrugged.
"Well, Daddy's not a mind reader, so he can't tell what his little girl wants. Guess when you're ready, you'll tell me."
Bella sat in disbelief in his arms as he carried her across the room. He was not going to force her to ask. There's just no way.
Edward carried her to the corner and dragged out a walker shaped like a dog. He set Bella up behind it and moved back a few feet.
"Come to Dada," he cooed. "Come on, come to Daddy." Edward held out his arms, moving his hands open and shut. Bella stood there, glaring at him. "Isabella, do you want your second spanking of the day?"
Humiliated, Bella pushed the walker forward. Her wet diaper slid against her bottom. Eventually, she reached Edward and he grinned, pressing kisses to her face.
"Who knows, maybe one day you'll walk like a big girl! Now, let's play with your kitchen."
Edward held her hands, letting her wobbily walk over to the toy kitchen. He started pulling out food and she plopped on her bottom, squirming. The wetness was too much for her to handle and she was getting very uncomfortable. If Edward noticed, he didn't say anything. Instead, he piled plastic food into her hands and instructed that she get to work. She tried to stand, but fell onto her knees. Tears of humiliation built up in her eyes.
"Aww, sweetie, don't be sad," Edward patted her cheek. "Do you want Daddy to help you up?" Bella didn't respond. "Isabella?" She stared forward, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "Alright then, you can just kneel there until you want to ask for Daddy."
To her surprise, Edward got up and left the room. Bella burst into tears, falling onto her stomach. She kicked her legs and thrashed her arms, throwing a tantrum like the baby Edward wanted her to be. She was tired, wet and humiliated. All she wanted was her bear and a good cuddle, but she couldn't even admit that.
After a half hour, she had peed her diaper even more and could feel it leaking through her bloomers. Shame heated her cheeks and she stopped thrashing, just leaning against the plush carpet. If she wanted out, she had to give in.
"Daddy!" she cried out.
The door opened and he appeared within seconds. He dropped to his knees and put a hand on her back.
"Yes, Pumpkin?"
"My…my diaper is wet. Change me, please."
"Oh, of course!" Edward cooed, lifting her up into his arms. He looked at her bottom and sighed. "Oh sweetie, you have to tell Dada when you go pee so it doesn't leak like this."
Bella didn't say anything in response to that. She just buried her head in his chest. She expected to be carried to the changing table, but instead he headed out of the room and down the hall. Bella peeked out and saw they were in a huge bathroom. A clawfoot tub sat in the center of the room. Edward placed her down and started the tap, before getting her undressed. She was then put into a full tub and he added some bubbles. It was quite relaxing and for a moment, Bella calmed.
Then Edward held up a ducky washcloth. He soaped it up and began to wash her everywhere. She wiggled a bit, especially as he got to her downstairs bits. She kicked her legs and pouted.
"Now, now, we want you to be nice and clean. Do you want a rash? We'll have to go back to Grandpa."
Bella stopped, folding her arms over her chest and pouting. Edward chuckled and continued to bathe her. Eventually, he lathered her hair with shampoo.
"Shut your eyes, Pumpkin."
Bella obliged and felt warm water run over her. He repeated that a few times, doing the same with conditioner. Then, he plopped some rubber duckies in the tub. Bella looked at them like they might explode. Edward chuckled and buzzed one closer to her. She still didn't play, but soaked in the tub, shutting her eyes. Edward let her relax, being the nicest he had been since she had woken up that morning.
After awhile, he lifted her out of the tub and wrapped her in a pink towel with a dinosaur hood. She was brought back to the bedroom and laid back on the table. He slipped on one diaper and sprinkled on some baby powder before taping it up. Her legs were spread out enough when he taped a second one on. She frowned.
"Sorry sweetie, but clearly you need it," Edward told her. He went to the wardrobe and grabbed yet another short cream nightgown with a teddy bear in the center. He pulled it over her head.
Bella wiggled once more. Her thighs were pushed apart by the diaper and it felt heavy on her bottom. Edward took several pictures, having her pose in different ways. Once the fashion show was over, he lifted her back into his arms.
"Daddy has some work to do, you play."
She was settled back on the floor in front of a huge dollhouse. He handed her one of the dolls from the inside and pressed a kiss to her cheek, making a mwah sound in the process. Once he was gone, Bella threw the doll and flopped onto her back, her legs spread apart by her thick diapers. She stared up at the naked cherubs, sighing. She needed a way out. If she couldn't walk, she'd have to figure some other way. She'd also have to avoid the other vampires, lest they bring her home.
Bella grunted a few times, finally landing on her tummy. She pulled herself up onto her knees and moved her hands forward so she could crawl. Bella tested it out, making it across the room in a few minutes' time. Next, she headed for the door. There was a coat rack holding some frilly petticoats that she could use to pull herself up. She steadied herself and put her hand on the door handle, not turning it fully, but it was possible.
She quickly made her way back to the dollhouse, plotting. Edward locked her up every night, but there had to be a way out of it. Or, she could wait until he left her alone to play. Either way, she would figure it out.
Bella plotted on what she'd do when she got out, perhaps she could get help from some other victims that were like Bree. There had to be a scheme of some sort.
Before she knew it, Edward appeared again. He plucked her up and checked her diaper, which was still dry. Once downstairs, Bella was strapped back into her high chair. She expected oatmeal again, but once a bib was tied around her neck, she was presented with a bow of prunes.
"Yuck," she said.
"You haven't pooped yet today," Edward explained. "So, I need to keep my little girl regular."
He held up a spoonful and she debated fighting, but she didn't want another spanking. Reluctantly, she let him feed her spoonful after spoonful of prunes. They were sticky and disgusting, but she forced it down her throat. The bowl was bigger than the ones of oatmeal and he continued the gag of making her face a mess. When she was done, he took a picture of her and lifted her into his arms, getting her ready for a bottle. This one definitely tasted different as well.
By the time she burped, she was stuffed. Edward took her upstairs and settled into a rocking chair. He grabbed a book from the nearby shelf and began to read.
"Once upon a time, a mean queen and king stole rapunzel from a beautiful witch. In return, the witch took their daughter. She became her beautiful baby girl…"
The story that Bella had always known as Rapunzel was warped. In this, Rapunzel became Gothel's baby girl forever. Her hair kept both young and Gothel loved her baby girl too much to ever let her go. Bella caught a glimpse of the cover.
"Fairytales for Littles: Where the bad guys get their happy endings"
Once the story ended with Gothel turning the prince into her baby boy, Edward shut the book. He carried Bella to the bed and handcuffed her wrists to the headboard again. Edward tucked her in tightly, giving her Bear Bear yet again. He slipped a pacifier into her mouth and pressed a kiss to her nose. Bella craned her neck to look at the Humpty Dumpty clock on the wall. The egg arrow showed that it was only 7:30.
"Goodnight, my little angel," Edward cooed. "Daddy loves you."
He flipped on a unicorn nightlight and shut the overhead ones. Soon, he was gone. Bella struggled to get comfortable, a weird feeling building up in her stomach. She squirmed and her face twisted up. Pressure came to her rear and she tried to hold it as much as she could.
As she drifted off to sleep, Bella felt the tell tale poop fall into her diaper.