A Cold Morning
My first Babyfur short story. Inspired by a cold day I had today.
It was a cold and windy morning at a fifth wheel camper parked in a rural area. The forecast had called for freezing temperatures, icy roads and possible flurries of snow. Frost lay on the grass and ground as well as the roof of the camper. A gold dragon stood in the kitchen area of the camper making some scrambled eggs for breakfast after her husband had left for work whilst listening to a news radio station, waiting to hear if a daycare that her cub attends would be open or closed that day. After hearing a forecast on the radio the disc jockey ran through a list of closings/delays for that day.
The dragon knew that if either the county or city schools were closed or had delays, her cub's daycare would follow. Finally, after much waiting and listening to the list of closings, an announcement came over the radio...._"Network Cubs Daycare will be open today on a two-hour delay..." _ After hearing this announcement, the dragon nodded and went to her cub's room. Seeing her hatchling asleep in his crib, clutching his Pichu plushie, sucking on his pacifier made her feel warm inside. She wished she could let her hatchling sleep all day in his crib, but she knew that she had to get him up, change him, and get him ready for his day at daycare. Gently and slowly rubbing the hatchling's arm and saying "Wake up Jake, wake up my little dragon, it's time to get up." The hatching groaned a bit, slowly opened his eyes and looked at his mother. Smiling and letting his pacifier fall out of his mouth he softly and sleepily said "Goo mowning, mommy." "Good morning, Jake." She replied "It's cold outside, so daycare will start later." "Otays, mommy." Jake replied.
Sliding the side of his crib down, the hatchling's mother picked him up and carried him over to a changing table near his crib. "Time for changies." She said to her cub then proceeded to remove Jake's red footie pajamas, lay him down on the table, buckle him onto it, and give him his Pichu plushie to distract him during his morning diaper change.
After preparations were complete, she grabbed a tub of wipes, a container of baby powder and a dry diaper. Setting those items to the side, the sound of velcro ripping filled the room as the wet diaper was thrown into the trash, the hatchling was soon lifted up and his area was wiped down. The dry diaper was placed under him as he was lowered onto it. After his mother powdered him, the diaper was then lifted up and taped into place. After the change and after being dressed, his mother carried the hatchling into the kitchen where he was placed into his highchair, and fed cereal. Once Jake was finished with his breakfast, he was placed into a playpen whilst his mother got his diaper bag together and called the daycare to make sure that the daycare buses were running on a two hour delay with them. After getting off the phone with the daycare, Jake's mother had her breakfast while Jake played.
Jake was busy playing with his wooden trains in his playpen, running them in a circle with his Pichu plushie sitting next to him.
Soon, a honk was heard outside the camper, Jake's mother scooped him up out of the playpen, got his diaper bag, put his jacket, scarf, and beanie on him. The daycare bus had arrived after two hours of letting Jake play. Putting him on the bus, the hatchling's mother said goodbye to him, and saw the bus pull away. It had been a cold morning, waiting out a two hour delay for daycare and she was waiting to get on with her work as a freelance writer.