Aaaand I forgot to post yesterday. Whoops! :P Let's see. This was written back in a very weird phase in my life, so naturally, this has bedwetting. And consequently, the aftermath of it. And it's super mello-dramatic. Kind of. Anyways yeah, just bed-wetting and general awkwardness. Got issues? Don't read. :) Enjoy lovelies!
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Chapter 6:
"Shall we?" Katie asked, tugging Kendall over to the bed. He winked at her, gently pushing the small girl down as his lips came crashing down on top of hers.
"Mmm, your lips are so soft," Kendall commented.
THE NEXT MORNING:
Kendall slowly opened his eyes. His arms were still holding Katie, and he smiled down as she nuzzled closer to him subconsciously. But it was then he felt it; The sheets were wet. and so was his lower body.
"DAMNIT!" He shouted, stomping in to the bathroom, tears already rolling down his cheeks. Katie's eyes flew open when the door slammed. She stretched, noting she wasn't sore in the least, just blissful. She sat up, confused as to where Kendall had gone and why he was so upset, realizing it when she sat her hands down; his side of the bed was wet. She licked at her hand before her face scrunched, her eyes then widening; he'd wet the bed. And on a morning that should have been perfect.
So that's what's been going on! Katie thought, relieved his jumpiness hadn't been the result of something worse. She slid out of the big bed, wobbling as she walked over to the dresser, enjoying her shaky legs as she got clothes on. She poked her head out of their bedroom door, facing Carlos.
"What happened?" He asked, trying to peer in to the room.
"Nothing, I just... kicked him in my sleep," Katie answered, blushing at her pathetic fib.
"Oh, well if that's all," Carlos said, walking back to his room.
"Wait!" Katie called. "Um... I spilt some soda on my shirt last night, where's the laundry area?"
"Downstairs in the study, but I'm not sure we have any soap," Carlos answered. Katie nodded, shutting the door to the room. She sighed and stripped the bed, rushing downstairs to throw them in the washer. She found a left over bottle of soap and poured some in and started the thing, before going back up to the room, sitting on the bed, waiting.
Finally Kendall emerged, wrapped in a towel.
"Hey," Katie said, trying to look inviting.
Kendall lowered his head, going over to the dresser. "Where'd you put my underwear?" He asked flatly.
"Kendall don't do this," Katie begged.
"I'll find them myself," He mumbled, going over to the dresser before Katie spun him around, making him look at her.
"DON'T shut me out Kendall Francis," she growled. "What happened? That's all I'm asking."
Kendall couldn't take it. He picked the small girl up and buried his face in her neck. "I wet the fucking bed Katie I ruined everything I'm sorry!" He sobbed, sitting down on the bed with her. "It's all my fault I'm sorry p-p-please don't hate me!"
"Shh, Kendall," Katie soothed, running her fingers through his hair. "I will NEVER hate you. Never. You didn't ruin anything. Believe me, Kendall, this is nothing. I'm not mad. I will NEVER be mad at you for something as simple as an accident."
"B-b-but they just won't stop and this happens every God damn morning K," He whimpered. "I fucking hate this."
"Shh, baby, it's gonna be okay," Katie promised. "We're gonna fix this."
"How?" Kendall whimpered. "I've tried almost everything."
"You seem to have forgotten I know almost everything there is about this kind of thing," Katie countered. "Are you forgetting the site you support?" A smile played at Kendall's lips. "It's not the end of the world babe, alright?"
"Okay," Kendall sniffled, wiping the rest of the tears out of his eyes. "Seriously though, where's my underwear?"
"Second drawer down," Katie giggled. "I'll be downstairs." Kendall nodded.
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Chapter 6:
"Shall we?" Katie asked, tugging Kendall over to the bed. He winked at her, gently pushing the small girl down as his lips came crashing down on top of hers.
"Mmm, your lips are so soft," Kendall commented.
THE NEXT MORNING:
Kendall slowly opened his eyes. His arms were still holding Katie, and he smiled down as she nuzzled closer to him subconsciously. But it was then he felt it; The sheets were wet. and so was his lower body.
"DAMNIT!" He shouted, stomping in to the bathroom, tears already rolling down his cheeks. Katie's eyes flew open when the door slammed. She stretched, noting she wasn't sore in the least, just blissful. She sat up, confused as to where Kendall had gone and why he was so upset, realizing it when she sat her hands down; his side of the bed was wet. She licked at her hand before her face scrunched, her eyes then widening; he'd wet the bed. And on a morning that should have been perfect.
So that's what's been going on! Katie thought, relieved his jumpiness hadn't been the result of something worse. She slid out of the big bed, wobbling as she walked over to the dresser, enjoying her shaky legs as she got clothes on. She poked her head out of their bedroom door, facing Carlos.
"What happened?" He asked, trying to peer in to the room.
"Nothing, I just... kicked him in my sleep," Katie answered, blushing at her pathetic fib.
"Oh, well if that's all," Carlos said, walking back to his room.
"Wait!" Katie called. "Um... I spilt some soda on my shirt last night, where's the laundry area?"
"Downstairs in the study, but I'm not sure we have any soap," Carlos answered. Katie nodded, shutting the door to the room. She sighed and stripped the bed, rushing downstairs to throw them in the washer. She found a left over bottle of soap and poured some in and started the thing, before going back up to the room, sitting on the bed, waiting.
Finally Kendall emerged, wrapped in a towel.
"Hey," Katie said, trying to look inviting.
Kendall lowered his head, going over to the dresser. "Where'd you put my underwear?" He asked flatly.
"Kendall don't do this," Katie begged.
"I'll find them myself," He mumbled, going over to the dresser before Katie spun him around, making him look at her.
"DON'T shut me out Kendall Francis," she growled. "What happened? That's all I'm asking."
Kendall couldn't take it. He picked the small girl up and buried his face in her neck. "I wet the fucking bed Katie I ruined everything I'm sorry!" He sobbed, sitting down on the bed with her. "It's all my fault I'm sorry p-p-please don't hate me!"
"Shh, Kendall," Katie soothed, running her fingers through his hair. "I will NEVER hate you. Never. You didn't ruin anything. Believe me, Kendall, this is nothing. I'm not mad. I will NEVER be mad at you for something as simple as an accident."
"B-b-but they just won't stop and this happens every God damn morning K," He whimpered. "I fucking hate this."
"Shh, baby, it's gonna be okay," Katie promised. "We're gonna fix this."
"How?" Kendall whimpered. "I've tried almost everything."
"You seem to have forgotten I know almost everything there is about this kind of thing," Katie countered. "Are you forgetting the site you support?" A smile played at Kendall's lips. "It's not the end of the world babe, alright?"
"Okay," Kendall sniffled, wiping the rest of the tears out of his eyes. "Seriously though, where's my underwear?"
"Second drawer down," Katie giggled. "I'll be downstairs." Kendall nodded.
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