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  "S-shit, Sephy, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, i-i didn't mean to," Tilly stumbled over his words, lifting me up into his arms.

  I wrapped my arms and legs around him tightly and sobbed into his neck. He used one arm to support my butt and the other to rub my back.

  Tilly laid me down in the back of his car, buckling me in.

  "Tiwwy, can we go home and eat ice cweam and watch movies?" I asked, hiccuping.

  Tilly just stared ahead at the road, unresponsive.

  Soon, we pulled up to my apartment. Tilly unbuckled my seat belt, and helped me out of the car and into the apartment.

  Tyler led me to the bedroom, where he pulled off my clothes. He noticed my wet pull up, and led me over to the changing table. He picked me up and laid me into the changing table.

  He slid the wet pull up off, and taped a diaper on me. Then he lifted me up and set me on the floor, and handed me my Pikachu onesie. I picked up the onesie and threw it back into my crib.

  I made grabby hands to Tilly's t-shirt, the one I was wearing at the park. Tilly handed it to me, a small smile on his lips as I slipped it on.

  "Do you want your pajama pants?" Tilly asked me.

  "No no. Diapey and your tee shiwt." I giggled, waddling over to Tilly.

  He lifted me up and carried me into the living room, sitting down on the couch and plopping me into his lap. He turned on SpongeBob, which was clearly a favorite of mine.

  I laid my head down on his chest, and I gripped his shirt in my hands.

  He rubbed circles on my back with his finger. I looked up at him as I heard sniffling.

  Tears streamed down his cheeks.

  "Tilly?" I broke headspace. I reached up and wiped away his tears. "What's wrong?" I asked him.

  "I never meant to call you September," he whispered. I turned around, straddled him, and cupped his face.

  "I know, Tyler," I responded, my voice a whisper as well.

  "I never should have done it. I don't even know why I was so mad. I'm so sorry Seph," he continued on. "I didn't mean to frighten you. Or scare you. Or convince you I'd hurt you. Because I'd never hurt you Sephy," he finished.

  "It's okay Tyler, I know. It's okay," I ran my hands through his hair, and he calmed down under my touch.

  "You keep asking when I'm going home. Why?" He suddenly asked me, changing the subject quite slyly.

  "Your girlfriend and her kid. The same girlfriend who's almost constantly in headspace. You used to have to stay there all the time to help with their rent and stuff. You never had time for me."

  "Seph, I have time for you now. My girlfriend cheated on me and... I dumped her," he replied.

  I laid my head back down on his chest, and he started rubbing circles on my back again. I leaned into his touch, falling into headspace again.

  He started singing a soft tune, and I started to drift off to sleep. I could hear faint snores, and I knew they were mine as darkness took over, and my droopy eyes finally closed.

***
  I woke up, still sleeping in Tilly's arms, though this time we were on a bed. My guest bed.

  I wrapped an arm around Tilly and dug my head into his chest, in which he backed up slightly and blinked at me.

  "Oh, Seph, it's you," he breathed out a sigh of relief. "You scared me."

  "Sorry," I whispered, pulling my arm back. Tilly grabbed my wrist, and put my arm back around him. I gave him a small smile and cuddled back into his side.

  "Thank you Tilly," I whispered as he ran his hands through my hair.

  I liked the position we were in, I liked having someone to care for me. I liked having someone here when I'd been alone for so many years.

  And although I loved this position with Tilly, it wasn't fully comfortable. My diaper was wet. Way to ruin a moment.

  "Tilly?" I looked up at him. He raised his eyebrow. I looked back down at the bed, blushing red. "I'm wet," I whispered.

  He kissed my forehead, and led me to my room to change my diaper.

  As he changed my diaper, he looked up at me questioningly and asked "What do you wanna wear today?"

  "Nakey," I replied. Nakey meaning wearing nothing but a diaper. It was summer, and I was hot.

  Tilly laughed, but gave me the okay. He lifted me from the changing table and set me on the floor.

  "So what do you wanna do today?" He asked me.

  "Dunno, daddy," I replied mindlessly, not realizing my mistake.

  After a few seconds of silence passed by, I looked up to see Tilly blushing. He was staring at his hands.

  Tilly looked up at me, to see my innocent glare. His blush deepened.

  "Sephy... I'm not your d-daddy," he stuttered out. I nodded at him, understanding full well that he was not my daddy, and would never be my daddy.

  Tilly leaned down and brushed some of my hair out of my face. "Sephy, how long has it been since you've had a daddy?" He asked me.

  I held up four of my fingers.

  "Four years?" He asked. I shook my head.

  "Fowevew. Iz never had a daddy befowe."

  "Oh. I thought you'd had one before. You've been alone all this time?"

  I nodded shyly, picking up a toy from my toy box, and spinning it around in my hand.

  Tilly started running his hands through my hair again. "How did you know you were gay, Sephy?" He asked me. The question startled me.

  "That's a question for big Sephy," I whispered.

  "Can I talk to big Sephy, then?" He asked me.

  I dropped me toy, and crossed my arms. "I hate big Sephy," I said, simply.

  "Please, Sephy," Tilly begged me with a calm voice.

  "But-"

  "September please," he said. It was said calmly. It was not to scare me, though I flinched, but it was to enunciate the importance of his needing me to be big.

  "Gib me a sec." I pulled on a pair of sweats over my diaper so that it wasn't showing anymore.

  I looked in the mirror and tried my best to get big Sephy. It was actually kind if hard, because I barely had to be Big Sephy.

  I eliminated the view of the diaper, and now it was time to eliminate the baby voice and thoughts.

  "Tyler," I whispered. "Taxes, Bills, Jobs, Education." I was decently out of headspace now. Enough to count as big Sephy, at least.

  I made my way into the living room where Tyler sat, waiting, on the couch.

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