A Diaper Dimension, original story by SolaraScott

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Chapter 42: Twinkling Starlight

Hannah happily polished off her meal. Despite her food's lack of texture verity, the taste was excellent, far exceeding anything she had experienced back home. The Amazon world, thus far, was nothing if not consistent. Miss Kaylee leaned over with her napkin and cleaned Hannah’s face, causing her to blush. “Enjoy your meal, sweetheart?” she asked.

Hannah nodded, “It was excellent.” 

Despite having had a three-course meal, the food hadn’t been heavy or dense, meaning that Hannah felt full, but not so much so that she wanted to do nothing but lay down and sleep. Perhaps that was the point; the pinnacle of the meal was supposed to be a dance under the chandeliers; the live music filtered its way across the diners to them, the gentle buzz of chatter thrumming through Hannah. This close to the ship's engines, Hannah could feel their monotone hum reverberating through the floors, easily droned out by the dining patrons. 

Their waiter had been on top of things as they ate, clearing away plates and ensuring their every need was met. The waiter bid them farewell as the group began to leave their table. “I believe it is time for some dancing!” Miss Kaylee said as she pulled Thomas from his seat, her hand immediately feeling his bum, “It seems like someone’s dinner went right through him; you are such a good boy.” she teased, tickling his sides.

Thomas squealed in delight, squirming and laying his head against Miss Kaylee’s chest as she lovingly patted his bum. Daddy helped Emily and Hannah down from their seats, guiding their gowns so as not to be caught up on anything and trip them. Hannah’s heart began to race as they made their way towards the dance floor. Hannah had been in front of audiences before, but this was outside her wheelhouse. Hannah had never danced in a ball gown, didn’t know any formal ball dances, and had never danced as a baby in a thick diaper before. 

The group stepped up to the dance floor, Thomas still in Miss Kaylee's arms, nursing his thumb, Daddy holding her unoccupied hand as they waited their turn. It seemed that Emily and Hannah would be dancing together. Hannah glanced across the dance floor, watching for what other Littles were doing. Even from here, Hannah could tell nearly everyone of them was thickly diapered, and their dancing paled in comparison to their parents. It quickly became apparent to Hannah that no matter how poorly she danced, it was more about the act of dancing rather than the dance itself. Hannah was supposed to be cute, trying to mimic the actions of her Mommy rather than be able to dance well. 

The revelation allowed Hannah to relax, but still, she studied the Amazon women and how they performed, setting expectations for herself. While none of these people expected an Oscar-level performance from Hannah, she didn’t let that deter her from trying. The song ended, the women curtsying to their partners as the men bowed at the waist, the watching crowd offering polite claps as people made their way from the dance floor and others entered. 

Hannah felt Emily taking her hand, gently pulling her onto the dance floor, her heart fluttering in anticipation. Hannah felt anxious and nervous as they took up their position. Emily faced her, her hand gently holding Hannah’s waist and her other hand clasping Hannah’s. Hannah’s free hand rested gently on Emily’s shoulder, as she had seen the other woman do, and before she could think any further, the next song began. They started to move, gently swaying and stepping in time with the music. Miss Kaylee had been right; it was relatively easy once you understood the steps; there wasn’t much to it, especially without high heels. 

As Emily and Hannah entered a rhythm, Hannah relaxed, smiling at Emily as the two danced. Emily returned her smile, and for a moment, they were lost in each other's eyes. Hannah forgot that she was on an alien planet, surrounded by monsters who wanted to do evil to her. Hannah let herself get lost in the moment, dancing with, what, her friend? Her sister? Anything deeper or more intimate made Hannah blush madly; she had never considered herself anything other than heterosexual her whole life, and yet there was something about Emily that made her as giddy as a school girl. 

Emily seemed to understand Hannah in a way no boy had ever managed. Emily came here with the same ambitions and desires; she appeared to share similar interests and knew she wanted what was best for her. Emily was kind and loving, looking out for Hannah, not because of a parental stipulation to being a good parent figure, but because she wanted to see Hannah flourish and be happy. For all his good deeds, Daddy never saw Hannah or Emily as equals; he saw the girls as people he needed to care for and protect. 

Emily, however, saw Hannah as an equal; they were both in a situation no one from Earth would ever experience or even understand. Not one Amazon truly understood Hannah or Emily’s position; they simply saw the two as babies who had come to terms with who they were. The girls were seen as children pretending to be grown up back home. 

Emily was no such fool. Emily smiled warmly, their eyes meeting, and Hannah got lost in that smile, biting the inside of her lip to keep from grinning like an utter fool. Hannah felt Emily’s hand shifting on her waist, pulling her in just a touch closer; everywhere their bodies met sent tingles through Hannah’s body, a flush traveling her body that had nothing to do with embarrassment. 

Hannah didn’t want the moment to end; it was just her and Emily and the rest of the world fading away. It wasn’t until she heard clapping that she realized the song had ended. Daddy had been dancing with Miss Kaylee, and Thomas held between the two as they danced. They bowed and curtsied to one another before departing the dance floor. Hannah and Emily followed suit, giggling before joining them. 

Hannah’s heart was still racing, Emily’s hand holding hers as they made their way from the main dining room. 

“That was a lot of fun!” Miss Kaylee said, “You were excellent dancers! I thought neither of you knew how to?” she asked, glancing at the girls who trailed behind.

“We picked it up watching the other women,” Hannah replied, clearing her throat, her blush fading.

“It’s a good idea.” Miss Kaylee smiled, “It’s important you learn from the adults around you, and you picked it up quickly! I’m proud of both of you. I believe it’s time for the parade!” she added with a smile.

“That sounds lovely; I believe it was up on deck twelve,” Daddy said as they entered a glass elevator, which whisked them up. 

The entire ship deck was shimmering with twinkling fairy lights as they strolled out of the elevator. Strands of lights were draped between the towering masts, glowing softly against the night sky, with the gentle ocean breeze carrying a festive air. The ship had been transformed into a royal spectacle for the evening. The railings were adorned with luxurious, flowing banners in royal colors of gold, silver, and deep purples, giving the sundeck an opulent yet playful feel fit for the royal theme.

Golden stanchions connected by velvet ropes marked the parade route, guiding guests along the open-air path. Along the deck, large, ornate arches were set up to look like castle gates, each arch twinkling with even more lights as they led the way. Guests gathered around, some dressed as kings, queens, princes, and princesses, their gowns and suits sparkling in the soft light. Like Hannah and Emily, Littles wore crowns and tiaras, and their dresses and outfits made them look like royal court members.

The music playing was grand, a mix of regal fanfare and enchanting tunes that made passengers feel part of a royal procession. Live performers dressed as court jesters, knights, and royal attendants walked around, keeping the energy lively. Juggles tossed brightly colored balls into the air, and stilt walkers with flowing capes glided among the crowd, adding to the fairytale atmosphere. 

As the parade began, a royal carriage decorated with twinkling lights and pushed by two entertainers dressed as royal guards led the way. Following the carriage were floats decked out in baby-themed royalty, giant pacifiers, stuffed bears with crowns, and oversized blocks in playful colors. Each float was lit up, with bubbles drifting through the air, adding a layer of whimsy to the scene. 

The parade culminated at the center of the sundeck, where a throne had been set up, surrounded by a fountain that sparkled with golden lights. Guests gathered around as the “Royal Family of the Night” was chosen from the crowd. Marty’s voice could be heard over the loudspeakers, inviting everyone to cheer and celebrate as fireworks lit up the sky, casting colorful reflections over the dark sea below. 

As the Royal Parade peaked, Marty took the stage at the center of the sundeck, near the grand throne. His voice boomed across the sound system, “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the moment we’ve all been waiting for: the crowning of our Royal Family for the night! Tonight, we’ve got some special Little royals among us; let’s see how we will wear the crown!”

The crowd hushed and watched anxiously as Marty scanned the smiling faces. He paused for dramatic effect, then his gaze settled on Hannah, her hand tightening around Emily’s.

“You there! Yes, you, the little princess in the beautiful gown!” Marty announced with a smile, pointing directly at Hannah. 

The lights on the deck dimmed slightly, leaving a spotlight on Hannah. Hannah’s heart skipped a beat as she realized he had singled out her. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, and Daddy gave her an encouraging smile, squeezing her shoulder as she was ushered towards the throne. Emily and Thomas clapped excitedly for her as Hannah stepped onto the red carpet leading to the stage, feeling like she was in a dream. The cruise attendants, dressed in royal guard outfits, greeted her with bows and curtsies as she was ushered toward the sparkling throne.

Marty bent down to Hannah’s level, a sparkling crown in his hand, somehow already knowing Hannah’s name. “Princess Hannah, you’ve been chosen as one of our royal family members for the night! Will you accept your crown and take your place among the royals?”

Hannah could barely breathe, let alone speak, the crowd hushing in anticipation. She nodded shyly, her cheeks flushed. Marty smiled warmly, placing the glittering tiara atop her head,  far more formal than the one she had been wearing. He adjusted it carefully until it perched perfectly atop Hannah’s soft hair. The crown cheered again, and camera flashes went off as photographers documented the occasion. 

“Princess Hannah, you are officially crowned!” Marty announced.

Marty stepped back as Hannah was lifted onto the grand throne, her feet dangling. The throne was adorned with velvet cushions and golden embroidery, making it fit for royalty. As she sat on the throne, attendants came forward with a royal sash and a golden scepter, placing them in her hands and across her chest. They had been scaled appropriately for a Little, and Hannah knew the parade would always culminate in a Little being selected. Marty stepped to the side and bowed to Hannah, the crowd following suit, making Hannah feel genuinely like a princess.

The rest of the Royal Family was chosen from the crowd, another Little as a prince, a king, and a queen from the Amazon passengers. Hannah was given a special spot as the princess at the stage's center. The attendants pulled a velvet rope, a cascade of sparkling confetti falling from the sky, shimmering in the soft lights of the sundeck. 

To close the ceremony, Marty announced,” And now, Princess Hannah will lead us in a royal procession! Let’s give her a royal round of applause!” 

Hannah was helped down from the throne, with her scepter in hand, as she was guided to walk at the head of the parade, the crowd following behind. The band struck a regal tune as Hannah and the other Royal Family members made their way around the sundeck, with fireworks lighting up the sky again. They passed hundreds, if not thousands, of other passengers who hadn’t seen the coronation ceremony, who smiled, clapped, and took photos of the royal precision. 

Arriving back at the center of the sundeck, the throne and stage had been removed, clearing space for a dance floor as passengers milled about, some dancing, others laughing and chatting, the precision devolving. Hannah was permitted to keep her royal wares and was quickly joined by the rest of her group.

“My princess!” Miss Kaylee said, stepping up and curtsying.

Daddy grinned, offering Hannah a half bow as Emily stepped up, taking Hannah’s hand and whispering, “You okay?” she asked.

Hannah nodded, “I’m fine.” she glanced at her wand and then at Emily with a grin, “Peasant.” 

Emily returned her grin, curtsying, “My princess.” she giggled, “Your wish is my command.”

Hannah smiled, realizing that what she wanted from Emily, she couldn’t order here in the crowds of people surrounding her. Crew members came by with massive serving trays, offering drinks to everyone, and Hannah found a bottle in her hands once more. 

Hannah took a sip, pulling the bottle from her mouth in surprise as she felt the burn of alcohol scorch her tongue. She looked at the bottle, startled, and then at Miss Kaylee and Daddy, who hadn’t realize what she had. Emily had made the same discovery and grinned at Hannah, winking. The alcohol would be their little secret as they happily nursed their bottles. Hannah needed to go and began soaking her diaper, feeling it squish between her legs. 

The group dissolved into smaller parties as they milled about the sun deck, interacting with other guests or, in Hannah and Emily’s case, half drinking, half dancing as the night wore on. Hannah wasn’t sure how long they were on that deck, the moon hanging high in the sky when she stepped to the ship's side for a breather. 

Emily joined her, a grin plastered across her face as they gazed at the dark ocean. The ship’s lights sparkled and reflected off the blue waters, waves gently lapping below as they sailed through the night. 

“Does it feel like we’ve been in this world for a long time to you?” Emily asked as they gazed out onto the sea.

“You’ve been here far longer than I have, but it feels like I’ve been here for a few weeks, not just a few days,” Hannah replied.

“It feels like months, and it’s only been a few weeks.” Emily replied, “I can honestly say, however, that these last few days with you have been some of the happiest of my life. Regardless of everything we’ve been through, regardless of what they’ve done or even the storm we’ve found ourselves in, I’ve enjoyed our time together.” 

Emily’s hand found Hannah’s, giving her a firm squeeze, “I genuinely don’t know if I would have been able to make it without you.” Hannah admitted, “I would have given up long ago.”

“Oh, come on, no, you wouldn’t have!” Emily replied, “You’re far too strong for that; you would have made it through just fine; heck, you wouldn’t be on this boat right now if it had been just you. You would have found a way to make it work and stay out of trouble.”

Hannah snorted, “Yeah, right. I’m only as well-behaved because I’m learning from your mistakes!”

“Ouch, but fair.” Emily giggled, “My bum was constantly red for the first week; I’ve never been spanked that much.”

“Did you ever enjoy it? I’ve always loved the idea of being spanked.” Hannah admitted, blushing slightly.

“Being pulled over a caregiver's lap, your diaper pulled down as they held you and spanked you?” Emily asked, grinning as Hannah nodded, blushing further, “Of course. That is, until the pain gets bad enough, you start crying, and they don’t stop.” 

Hannah sighed, “I figured as much. I’m not much of a masochist, but I had to ask.”

“I thought I was; oh how they proved me wrong.” Emily chuckled, “I’m finding a lot of my fantasies are best left as that, fantasies.”

The girls gazed out on the waters as the ship glided across, piercing waves effortlessly, sending sea water spray into the air, far below their railing. Moon and starlight glittered off the waters of the impossibly dark ocean, turning the seascape into looking like a vast starfield. Emily’s hand squeezed Hannah’s, and Hannah found her head gently resting against Emily’s shoulder.

“I think I love you,” Emily said, not looking at Hannah.

Hannah’s heart fluttered, a rush of excitement flooding her body as she turned to face Emily, their bodies inches away. She smiled, “I think I love you, too.” Hannah replied, their lips meeting once again, under the stars' twinkling lights. 

End of Chapter 42

Interludes: Thomas

Thomas found the idea of being an adult silly. He had been with his Mommy for as long as he could remember; granted, his memory wasn’t great. His pediatrician had told Mommy his biological age was more than forty. FORTY?! Thomas laughed and giggled at that idea; he was barely three years old! He always had been. Mommy liked to tell him silly stories about when he was younger and how much of a fight he put up being a baby. How much Thomas had fought using his diapers, how big and strong he had acted. Thomas used to boast about being a big-shot CEO, putting others in their places, and always being in charge.

Thomas had no memory of these events since his trip to the doctor that fateful day. To Thomas, that was the first actual day of his memories. He remembered awakening; his face pressed to Mommy’s bosom as he was guided to nurse from her. Mommy had been speaking to him, although he didn’t understand, but the sound of her voice when he latched on made it obvious he was doing something right. Thomas loved being a good boy; he loved making his Mommy happy. Mommy had taught him enough language to understand her, but he certainly couldn’t read or write; what baby needed that anyway?

Mommy liked to spin tails to people they met, telling them all sorts of things about Thomas. She had explained to him that these were stories, make-believe, and it was fun to go along with it! Mommy liked it when Thomas agreed with what she was saying, regardless of its absurdity. 

Thomas, apparently, had naughty friends before his birth. That is what he called the first day of his memories. Mommy told him he used to have bad influences for friends; he wasn’t sure how that was possible, how he could have had friends before, but he trusted her. Mommy had guided him on what to say and do, sending him to daycare after teaching him language basics. The people he was supposed to meet with were incredibly concerned for Thomas, although he didn’t understand why. Thomas loved his Mommy; he loved being a baby; who wouldn’t? Thomas followed Mommy’s directions, however, allowing them to take him with them to ‘undo’ the wipe, as they called it.

Of course, they couldn’t have known Mommy had implanted a tracker in Thomas, waiting for them to scan for it and then re-activating it with a set timer. The people took Thomas to a strange place, with many Littles acting weirdly. They almost seemed to be adults but were the same size as Thomas. Thomas’s training was nearly at an end, and he wasn’t sure what to do. He was glad when the adults raided the place, Littles running about, screaming as they were caught. Thomas grew upset at the excitement until Mommy came rushing in, scooping and consoling him.

Thomas swooned and giggled as Mommy praised him, holding him close and promising him a big reward for being such a good boy. Thomas loved being a good boy. Thomas was a good boy.

Interludes: Venli

Venli leaned back, her feet kicked up, nursing a mug of coffee as she read the latest reports. Autumn was setting in; the sun had barely risen, and it was still working to fight off the morning’s chill. Deep in the Little controlled city territory, Venli felt safe outdoors, even if it was only a tiny, overgrown, and forgotten park. As always, the reports held cases of Littles being captured, Amazon officials busting Resistance outposts, and documentation of recent technological breakthroughs. The reports were usually dry and disheartening. While The Resistance had managed to break numerous people free from the shackles of Amazon society, far more Littles had been captured. 

“More of the same?” A voice called to Venli as the girl sat next to her on the bench.

The woman was a recent recruit, having been broken out of an awful orphanage. She still wore diapers and likely would for the rest of her life. Venli felt terrible for her, and while The Resistance had made substantial progress in rebuilding neural pathways, not everything came so quickly. This woman, in particular, would need surgery even to begin allowing pathways between her spinal cord and bladder or sphincter to start growing once more. Even with their advanced technology, the woman looked at years of recovery and potty training to get a glimpse of control once more.

While the woman was expecting Venli to inform her of the latest captures, Venli preferred to stay upbeat. “Subjects 6,212 are safely aboard along with sixty-one other refugees across several ships. It’s unlikely all will become compromised.” Venli began. Venli knew the names of each subject, although not everyone in The Resistance was privy to such knowledge. She hoped the girls would make it; she had a soft spot for them. “We were able to locate the source of their contract and have successfully enrolled each refugee. They will, of course, need to survive an entire week in school and meet or exceed the requirements for reintegration into Earth society, or they will never be allowed through the portal. We sent the strongest-willed Littles who may be able to make it; the rest will stay here while we work with them.”

The woman nodded, pulling her jacket tight around her shoulders, her breath misting before her. “That’s good news,” he replied simply.

The two sat there, the woman staring into space as Venli continued reading. She didn’t need to speak for Venli to understand the woman’s agony. She had opted to stay here and help others escape, something she would likely never be able to achieve herself unless she could potty train once more. Amazon protocols for Littles transferring back to Earth were strict, and obtaining passage through official channels was difficult. As difficult as it may be, the school represented the easiest path for Littles to escape back to Earth. The Resistance was hard at work obtaining other passages, but as soon as one was discovered and refugees were sent home, it was quickly uncovered and closed up by Amazon officials.

“Don’t you want to go home, Venli?” The woman asked softly, the morning sun breaking through the thick morning fog and warming Venli’s face.

“I don’t have a home anymore,” Venli replied, flipping to the next page in her report. “The Amazon government was extensive when they cleansed my past.”

The pair fell into an awkward silence, the woman finally resting a hand upon Venli’s thigh. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Venli set the reports to the side, leaning back against the bench, “It’s okay, this is my family now, my home. I will spend the rest of my days fighting them for what they did. Every person I can help, every life I can save, is a life they didn’t get the chance to steal.” Venli growled, anger flashing in her eyes. “I will take down the officials who sentenced me; I will send those who wronged me into the bowels of the very institutes they tried to send me.”

The woman squeezed Venli’s thigh, patting it, “Honorable, I’m sorry it’s a life that was forced upon you; perhaps someday you can return as well.”

Venli felt the wind leave her sail as she sighed, “I barely remember a life before all this.” she admitted, “I’ve fought for so long I don’t remember a time I wasn’t fighting. I’m too angry to settle down, and I fear that even if I can put down my sword, I’ll be looking to get back at them. I want vengeance for myself and those who aren’t in positions to defend themselves; I will fight for those who can’t fight for themselves.”

“You will find love one day.” The woman said lovingly, patting Venli’s thigh.

The comment caught Venli off guard. She had prepared a response for all of the things she had been expecting, except this one. Venli’s voice caught as she tried to say something further, and when she did begin speaking again, it was to weep. The woman wrapped an arm around Venli’s shoulders, embracing Venli. “You’ve fought for what is right for so long, Venli.” the woman said softly, holding the girl as she cried, “You’ve done so much good in this world already; isn’t it about time you deserved to be saved?”

“I can’t, I’m not worthy.” Venli whimpered.

“You are; you deserve to be loved. You deserve a family. My son he’s about your age; you rescued him some time ago, and he’s been working with The Resistance ever since. Will you entertain an old lady and go on a date?” the woman asked.

The woman didn’t look a day over 26, and Venli hadn’t seen her biological age; the Amazon world had technology that allowed anyone to look young. “You’re hooking me up?” Venli sniffled, drying her tears, “I’ve got a lot of work to do, I can’t waste time on-”

The woman cut her off, “They will manage without you for a few hours, Venli. I’m not trying to hook you up with anyone; you have been trapped for so long in this fight that you don’t remember a time when you could just relax and be yourself. Have a nice meal, walk, and get your head out of the operations room for a few hours; it’ll do you both a world of good.”

“I can’t promise anything.” Venli retorted.

“I didn’t ask you to.” The woman replied just as quickly. “He’ll pick you up at six. I’m sure you have a lovely evening gown somewhere gathering dust; use this as an excuse to do something for yourself. Dress up, put on makeup, and treat yourself as well as you treat other Littles, whom you’ve never even met.”

Venli nodded sheepishly, “Who are you?” she asked, glancing up at the woman.

The woman smiled lovingly, looking away, “A mother trying to do what’s right.”

Interludes: Laura

For all the power the Amazon government had, Laura found it frustrating working with them to do anything. She had all but led them to the doorstep of The Resistance, and they had let it slip away. The man they had captured was certainly not her husband. A piece of her ached at the backstabbing. She hadn’t wanted to do it, but he had proven how incapable he was as a father figure, resorting to conspiring with the enemy over a simple disagreement.

Laura shook her head, comforting Evan, who had awakened early from his nap, feeding him a bottle. For a few blissful days, Laura had come to love her position as a Mommy, relishing the feeling of being able to nurse two sweet babies. She had loved every waking moment of motherhood. Laura longed for her babies; she wanted them to be hers forever; she knew her babies would be very well-behaved once they had the appropriate surgeries and procedures to make them so. Littles needed a little persuasion to become the babies they were always meant to be. She had been so close, a day more, that they wouldn’t have passed the exams to return home, and then she would have the freedom to do what she needed to. 

That was, of course, before he got in the way. Laura had loved her husband, but their parental views differed significantly, as they always had. Regardless, they adopted little Evan, who brought them together. They learned and grew as a couple, raising him to be a well-behaved Little boy. It had been a rocky road, but they had finally been ready to adopt true babies. That is where they began to drift apart. They had developed plans to help integrate them into their family. Laura loved every moment she spent working on their nursery; it was a dream come true. 

Laura’s husband had convinced her to try something more short-term, an exchange program that she had begrudgingly agreed to. He had a point; this would be a good trial run for their actual adoptions. That was until Laura had met the Littles that would be hers. Laura quickly became infatuated with being a Mommy; she loved every second. Laura knew from that moment she wanted this life; she wanted to be a Mommy to several babies. 

Laura also knew they would be at the end of a long line of other Amazons waiting for their children. Laura didn’t want to wait to experience the true joys of motherhood. Laura wanted babies; she wanted them now, not in ten years! The wait would kill Laura; she had to experience being a genuine Mommy, even if only for a few days. Laura had managed to circumnavigate the contract stipulations and retain one Little for longer than the specified week. However, she had felt the contract collar pulling tight around her neck. 

Laura knew the risks. She was painfully aware of the hormones that flooded her body every day since bringing her babies home; she knew they urged her to do things she shouldn’t. Laura knew she should let them return home, as was their legal rights, and go through official channels to obtain her babies. But they were right here; she loved them already, and she knew she could make them hers forever with a bit of pushing in the right areas. Just in case, though, Laura had experienced it once before they left her. Laura knew she shouldn’t; she knew the risks and had done it regardless, the drive to make them hers too strong.

Laura had bonded her two babies. The moment they latched on and nursed from her teets had been orgasmic for Laura; she had felt in tune with them in that moment and each time they suckled. She could feel their bodies, feel her baby's love and desire to be exactly that, her babies. Laura knew how much her Littles craved being babies, especially to their Mommy. She completely dismissed her husband's concerns that Amazon hormones were causing her to project her wishes. He had no clue how she felt or her understanding of her children.

Laura knew she would never give up on her children, her babies. They may have slipped the grasp of an incompetent government that fumbled even the most straightforward jobs. Her, however, they would not escape again. Laura glanced out the plane's window, the sun cresting the horizon over the open ocean, patting Evan’s bum as he nursed his bottle. Hannah and Emily would only ever know Laura by her title, never her legal name. To them, she was Mommy. “Mommy’s coming, babies, don’t you fear, Mommy is coming,” she said softly. 

End of Interludes

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