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Sunlight filters through the curtains, dappling gently onto Gale’s face, rousing him from his sleep. The bed is warm and comfortable as he lays his head on Halsin's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
He nuzzles his face against Halsin's soft pec, not quite ready to wake up. He feels Halsin's hand tense on his back, and Gale knows it's his signal that he's awake, but also not ready to get up just yet either.
Gale cuddles closer and swallows, his eyes blinking open as he realises he no longer has his pacifier in his mouth.
He sits up, the movement making Halsin jolt awake properly, rubbing his eyes as Gale swipes his hands along the mattress.
“Hmm… You're up early, little one,” Halsin hums, “What's the matter?”
Gale huffs, indignant. Halsin has never heard him utter a word first thing in the morning when regressed.
Halsin yawns, smiling softly as he notices Gale’s face- without his beloved pacifier. Gale whines, the noise high in his throat as he pats the bed, desperation clear in his frantic movements. Tears prick in his eyes, and Halsin shushes him softly, reaching over to squeeze Gale's hand.
Then, Halsin feels an all too familiar poke in his side. He props himself up on his elbows and feels beneath his back, chuckling as his hand meets the plastic.
“I've found your dummy, my heart, don’t worry.” He says, Gale looking back at him with relief shining in his wet eyes. Halsin pops it into his mouth, cleaning off all the fluff, and passes it to Gale, who snatches it up. “Ah, be gentle, please.”
“Sorry,” Gale hums in reply, his words slurred as he pops the paci back into his mouth. He lays back down on Halsin's chest, hooking his leg over Halsin’s own, and Halsin pats his butt.
His crotch is warm, and Halsin knows his little one has a full diaper. It crinkles loudly as Gale settles, and Halsin can feel the adhesive from an already-popped-off tape catch against his stomach hair. Halsin is surprised he hasn't leaked yet.
“Okay, up we get, my heart,” Halsin says, kissing Gale’s head. “Let's get our day started, hm?”
Gale huffs again in reply, curling his hands into the bedsheets.
“No, no, don't pout,” Halsin chides, easily pulling himself free from his husband's grip. He pulls back the covers, and Gale whines, curling up at the chill of the room. The leg bands of his diaper strain against his movement, no longer tight to his thighs as they sag with the weight of his mess.
Halsin feels grateful to have woken up, just in time.
He unfolds Gale's changing mat, laying it out on the bed beside his little. It's decorated with little purple tressyms, with a plush pillow up near the top. Gale had picked it out himself.
He lays out the wet wipes and talcum powder, and grabs their little pot of rash cream, just to be safe. Gale may have been dry when they went to bed, but knowing him, he most likely pissed as soon as he fell asleep, which did not take him long if he had his pacifier.
Opening a new pack of diapers, Halsin pulls one out, briefly admiring the dinosaur pattern that dotted the plastic. He fluffs the diaper in his hands, working out the creases until it stays open when laid out on the bed. He dusts the inside with a generous helping of powder, and lays out a booster into the middle. Gale's bladder was overactive, and Halsin wanted to make sure he wasn't caught out. The last thing he wanted was Gale to be upset from leaking on the furniture.
“Come on, my love,” Halsin coos, scooping Gale up under his armpits. Gale scrunches his thighs to his chest, grumbling sleepily, “I know, you aren't awake just yet, are you? Let daddy look after you.”
Gale smiles softly at the title, floppy in Halsin's arms as he's lowered onto his changing mat, diaper squishing beneath him. Halsin lays him down and hikes up Gale's shirt, keeping it tucked beneath his armpits.
He pulls open the tapes, chuckling to himself again as he opens Gale's diaper and Gale starts to urinate again.
“Nearly done, honey?” Halsin coos, watching Gale sleepily rub his eyes, oblivious.
He angles Gale's penis down, watching the fresh piss pool beneath his bum and slowly soak into the already too-full gusset.
“Was having such a good dream,” Gale mumbles, his pronunciations soft around his dummy.
“Oh yeah?” Halsin asks, making sure Gale’s movements don't cause any splashes, “What about?”
“Hmm…” Gale yawns, “Was a duck on a pond with fishes. You were a duck too.”
“I do like ducks,” Halsin smiles, giving Gale’s penis a shake as he finishes pissing. Halsin pulls free a wetwipe to clean his foreskin, feeling Gale shrink in his palm from the cold.
Gale whines again, his legs folding up and toes curling, and Halsin shushes him softly. He's gentle as he wipes Gale's penis, dragging the wet wipe across his pubes until the last traces of old baby powder are cleaned away completely. He slots the wipe under the fold of his belly, and Gale giggles. He makes quick work of wiping his balls, thorough as he cleans away where piss had pooled.
Halsin discards the wetwipe into the gusset of Gale's used diaper and pulls a fresh one from the pack, giving it a quick squeeze to drip out the excess moisture. He grabs Gale's ankles in his spare hand, and lifts his bottom from the dirty diaper, Gale giggling in delight at Halsin's show of strength. He wipes between Gale's buttcheeks, holding Gale's legs tightly as he squirms. He folds the wetwipe and drags it between his cheeks again, nodding to himself as it comes up cleaner.
It wasn't unusual for Gale to defecate in his sleep now, especially if they had eaten a big supper together. Halsin wasn't phased by it. He was happy to see Gale let down his guard enough to use his diapers fully when little. It's what they were there for, after all.
He pulls free more wipes, whistling to himself as he continues to tidy up his boy. It certainly wasn't the worst mess Halsin has had to clean. He had learnt the hard way about Gale's cows-milk allergy, poor thing having had a blowout in his sleep. Calming a very upset little-Gale down was the worst part.
“All clean, my heart,” Halsin coos, moving the old diaper out of the way as he lowers Gale back down onto the changing mat. He folds the nappy onto itself, and tapes it closed, ready for the bin. “Now to get you re-padded, hm?”
“Okay,” Gale gurgles in reply, still barely awake.
Halsin smiles, lifting Gale's ankles once more and slotting the fresh diaper beneath him. He lowers Gale onto the padding, dusting his penis with more talcum powder and lightly rubbing it in.
Gale lets his thighs flop to the sides as Halsin pulls the front panel between his legs, giving his tummy a little tickle as he tucks the plastic around his sides.
“Nearly done,” Halsin hums, pulling the tapes across. He sticks them down slowly, making sure it's appropriately stretched across his belly and tight across his back, preventing any accidental leaks. Halsin gives Gale's now-padded crotch a playful pat, “There we go. Snug as a bug.”
Gale nods, yawning.
Halsin kisses his stomach, and then his cheek, “You're so cute, little one. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Gale murmurs.