It had been a few months after the Freedom Fighters had managed to find a way to revert Bunnie’s cybernetics back to their original organic state, and Bunnie could not be any happier. But there were some ups and downs: She could no longer fly, no longer lift heavy object, no longer fire lasers, but worst of all, her bladder was having problems.
Bunnie had been suffering from bedwetting, annoying Antoine, having accidents in her leotards or Daisy Dukes, until Antoine decided she needs something until she can gain control of her bladder.
While Bunnie was on the couch, with a plastic cover over it, listening to the sound of the washing machine that was filled with her and Antoine’s dark clothes, towels and wet bed sheets, Antoine came home, carrying bags of groceries in his arms. “J'espère qu'elle est d'accord avec ce que je lui ai acheté.” he silently muttered in French, knowing his wife barely knows any.
He then placed the groceries down on the table, gaining her attention. “Hey, sugar.” She said, smiling.
“Hey, sweet bun.”
“Ah say yawl’ve saved may thuh trip uh gittin' groceries.”
“Naht ahftair lahst week.”
“At least Dana wuz understandable.”
“Ahnd she wahs understahndable when she recahmmended zese.” Antoine digs his hands into one bag before getting out a packet to show his wife.
Bunnie was in complete shock at what her husband was holding. “Diapers? Ah’m not thray years ode, anymore!”
Antoine puts the packet down and folds his arms. “We cahn't keep wahsteeng mahney on cleaneeng prahducts.” He turns to them. “Besides, Dana tahld me hair brahthair, Cahrporahl Lume, ahctually wears zem fahr hees eencahntinence. no wahndair I sahw hees pahnts a beet poofy.” He then walked over to sit down next to Bunnie and placed his right hand on her left. “Please, Bunnie? Wance you gain cahntrol, we'll cahn stahp.”
Bunnie turned to the diapers before becoming surprised when she looked down at her denim shorts to see a dark patch slowly appearing on the front and something flowing down her legs until it hits the floor. Sighing from wetting herself again, Bunnie doesn’t turn to Antoine. “Okay, ah’ll wear them. But yawl do not tell anyone, or way’re gittin' uh divorce.”
Antoine raised his left hand up in a matter as if he was vowing. “Trust me, I would naht say a sing!”
Smiling at each other, they both stood up to do their objectives. Antoine: Grabbing a diaper and some supplies and Bunnie: Changing out of her wet shorts and get ready for the diaper. After their objectives, Bunnie went to lie down on a cushion for Antoine to put the diaper on her.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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