🛏️ Constance Medical
Part 2: Arrival at Constance's
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Dad, mom, and I have just spent several hours in the car, I can't take it anymore. I have only one desire, or rather two, to stretch my legs and especially to go pee. We left this morning and it is now the afternoon.
I hope we didn't forget anything in any case. Last time, we forgot the whole vanity at home. We had to buy lots of toiletries for our four-day getaway, dad was not very happy. In addition, mom said it was his fault because he hadn't loaded the vanity in the car. But I agree with him, it was mom who had forgotten to put it in the hallway.
However, I saw that the rest of my diaper pack had been well put in the car. I even asked dad to put it in the trunk, so it couldn't be seen from the outside through a window.
"How much longer until we arrive?" I asked dad again.
"We forgot the vanity," he replied, smiling, "so we're turning back."
"Very funny," I said, "but seriously?"
"In about 10 minutes."
And indeed, less than 10 minutes later, the car rolls into the driveway. Dad parks in the shade of a weeping willow tree right next to the house, and the three of us get out of the car while seeing Constance and her parents arriving. She is smiling, certainly at least as happy as me that we can spend these few days together.
Like the last time we came to have lunch on the way back from vacation, mom exclaims in front of the house, saying it is bourgeois and well-off. I don't know what that means but it's true that it's beautiful. It's made of stones, set in the middle of a very large plot of land with a small stream passing through. There is also a pond where I think you can fish. There are several outbuildings, including one in which Constance told me there were rooms and a large dormitory.
It is autumn but the weather, mild at the moment, still allows us to dress in a summery way. I wear shorts and a t-shirt, while Constance is wearing a dress.
I don't find her much changed since last time. She may have grown a bit and her brown hair has grown because she has made a ponytail. We have always said we are opposites as my hair is almost white blond. Mom teases me by saying we would have very beautiful children together. She tells anyone who will listen that with Constance's green eyes and my blue eyes, our children would be the most beautiful.
"I'm happy to have arrived and to see you," I say to Constance as I hug her.
"I am too," she replies, hugging me in return. "I've been waiting for you since this morning!"
"I'll be even happier if you let go so I can go to the toilet," I say, teasingly happy.
"Always so classy and romantic, huh," says Constance, laughing as she lets go of me.
Our reunion and remarks make our parents laugh, too, as they greet each other. After everyone has said hello, we head towards the entrance of the house, carrying our suitcases. Dad and mom only take a small bag for the evening, while I have a bigger suitcase knowing I will stay longer than them.
"I'll take your diapers," Constance says, grabbing the pack from the trunk.
I don't know what to say and I prefer to stay silent rather than say something stupid. So all five of us enter the house. Constance's mom, Amelie, suggests that both of us go upstairs to put away all my stuff while the adults talk. So I take my suitcase, while Constance takes my little backpack in addition to my diaper pack. It's in these moments that my disability reminds me. I manage to carry my suitcase with one hand, but it would have been a lot easier with two.
Watching Constance climb the wooden staircase to the first floor, I can see that she has her own disability. Indeed, she has to put both feet on each step.
Once we reach the landing, I see a multitude of doors, some open, some closed. Constance had taken me here last time we came for lunch, showing me her room. There is also the staircase that continues to go up.
"What's upstairs?" I ask. "You didn't show me last time."
"There's my dad's office, as well as a storage room. I'll show you if you want," Constance replies.
Constance enters one of the rooms and I follow her.
"My mom prepared the guest room for you," she tells me.
"We don't sleep in the same room?" I ask, surprised.
"We'll see with mom, but it would be nicer, yes."
As we put my things in this guest room, I look around the room. Two large windows, open, overlook the garden and bathe the room in light. The wooden floor was much liked by mom when we visited last time. I don't like it much because it creaks when you walk on it. In one corner, there is a wooden bed with a small desk and a chair beside it. In another corner, a very large wardrobe with two doors.
"Mom has planned for you to put your things in the wardrobe," Constance says, opening it.
I can indeed see several empty shelves now that the two doors are open. But what I notice is that the two bottom shelves are already occupied by what seems to be packs of diapers.
"These are my diaper reserves," Constance tells me as she sees me looking at them.
"Your reserves?"
"Yes, my parents bring them back from the store and put them here. In my room, there is only the opened pack."
I can see several identical packs, maybe six, and another one of a different shape. There are also, which I hadn't seen at first, several transparent plastic bags but I don't see what they contain. Constance, however, places my pack of diapers on one of the empty shelves before closing the doors.
"What's that?" I ask, pointing to what's on the bed.
"It's a rubber sheet," Constance replies. "It's to protect the bed in case your diaper leaks. I have the same on my mattress. It makes a bit of noise but it prevents it from getting dirty. Shall we play in the garden?" Constance finally asks me.
"If you want me to pee myself, sure. Or you can give me two minutes to go to the toilet first."
Constance laughs at my response and shows me the door to the toilet, which I quickly open. Less than two minutes later, Constance and I come downstairs and head towards our parents who are talking in the kitchen.
"You're just like your father," mom tells me when she sees me. "You don't know how to tuck your shirt properly into your shorts."
She then approaches me, crouches down, and opens my shorts to tuck my shirt inside.
"Your underwear is wet, Denis!" Mom exclaims loudly. "You didn't wipe yourself after going to the toilet. I keep telling you every time. It's dirty, you know!"
"I have some diapers available," Charles, Constance's dad, says, laughing.
"Honestly," mom says, "He deserves to wear one as punishment for a day."
"Charles," Amelie says quite sharply, "don't overdo it. I remind you that you are not perfect either. Maybe all boys should wear diapers then! What do you think, Karen?"
"I completely agree," mom says.
"Alan," Charles then says, "will you come outside with me? I need your help to prepare the barbecue."
"Sure," Amelie says, "save yourselves!"
"We'll come too," says Constance, laughing, "I feel like it might be my turn soon if not."
"Still, speaking of diapers," mom says to Amelie and Charles, "we'll have to address the issue. Denis has diapers that leak and I would like you to make him try them during his stay."
Constance suddenly grabs my hand and leads me outside. I'm very happy! Between my slightly wet underwear and my leaking diapers, I've had enough embarrassment for a while!
Our dads and us start walking around the huge park surrounding the house. Charles explains the different work they have done since buying this property: renovating the various outbuildings, clearing the pond, redoing the stone enclosure that surrounds the entire property.
We then pass by a wooded area where lifting equipment is parked.
"What's going on here?" dad asks.
"I'll show you," Charles replies as he crosses the barrier tape.
Constance and I follow them. A few meters further, we arrive in the middle of a construction site for a treehouse.
"Wow," says dad. "Impressive!"
"I'm quite proud," Charles replies. "It's a project that started over a year ago. It's a childhood dream that I'm fulfilling. I made the plans and asked a local company to come and install this treehouse here."
"Is it finished then? And how big is this treehouse?" dad asks.
"They promised to finish it at the beginning of the week. Constance and Denis should be able to sleep here normally. As for the size, it's 30 square meters. Only one window is missing, it broke during delivery."
I must admit that I am both impressed by this beautiful treehouse and eager to visit it, even to sleep in it. Shortly after, we hear a bell ringing.
"Mom is calling us," Constance says.
"Yes," her dad replies. "Let's go, otherwise we'll get scolded again."
The four of us head back to the house and find the moms sitting and enjoying a glass of wine.
The large wooden terrace overlooks an incredible pool. Indeed, it is slightly elevated compared to the garden, and one end of one side is... made of glass! So we can see the garden through the pool when we're in it. I had never seen that before.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Constance asks me. "Want to go for a swim?"
"Oh yes, it makes me really want to," I reply.
"And you haven't seen everything yet," she says. "Dad hasn't installed the slide yet."
Definitely, I am in for surprises with where Constance lives. I think I will have a great vacation here.
We enjoy an aperitif while chatting and preparing the evening meal: a barbecue. Good spirits prevail, and we all have a good time.
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