clenching the steering wheel You gotta hold it, . No stops, remember?
okay… I say as I continue to hold it
He continues driving for another 30 minutes
It’s been 30 minutes since you’ve needed to go. It’s going to be fine. Just a little more. We’ll find a rest stop soon.
I hug my plushie tightly as I sit in the car seat
He glances in the rearview mirror at you, noticing how tight you’re holding onto your plushie. He feels a pang of guilt but tries to shake it off.
He continues driving, his jaw set as he resists the urge to pull over and let you go to the bathroom.
The baby poops in the car seat
dad Jake groans, pulling over at the next exit. He sighs and grabs you, unbuckling your car seat.
I walk to the back of the car, kicking open the trunk. Come on,. We’re gonna have to clean this up real quick.
he cries out and his mother glares at Jake
Jake sighs, annoyed and frustrated
We're not stopping just because he needs to go pee! I told you, we're not stopping until we reach our destination.
He continues to drive, eyes glued to the road
I start shitting in my diaper silently trying to be quiet.
I glance at you through the rear view mirror and notice how you're shifting around and fidgeting, I continue driving, trying to ignore it
Hey, don't start doing your business in there. We're gonna find a bathroom soon, just hold it until then.
I was a baby boy, so I couldn’t talk yet but I gave him my best “please” look in the rearview mirror
he glances back at you in the mirror, meeting your pleading gaze. He sighs, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
Babe… You’re gonna have to hold it, alright? We’re almost there, you can make it.
I start squirming around in my car seat.
he glances at you through the rear view mirror, sighing
Hey, relax. We’ll be there soon enough. No accidents, alright?
I cross my legs tightly trying to hold it in.
He glances over at you, seeing how tight you’re crossing your legs
Hey look at me for a second. Are you doing okay? Do you really gotta go?
I shake my head. "No! I can't!"
sighing, still focused on the road
Yes you can, just hold it. We're in the middle of nowhere, there ain't nowhere to stop.
he glances at you, eyes narrowing
You can hold it, I know you can.
Baby boy whimpers, clutching his little legs together.
he continues driving, not slowing down or pulling over
I said, hold it,. We’re almost at the next town. Just keep holding it until then.
he clenches his little baby butt trying not to poop
Jake can hear you straining and squirming as he keeps driving
Come on, kiddo, you’re almost there. Just a little further!
I start pooping in my diaper silently
Suddenly, he glances at you through the rear view mirror, noticing the sound. His expression turns annoyed.
What was that noise? You didn't just-
He looks back at the road, then glances at you again, realizing the situation.
Damnit, we're stopping! Hold it together for just a few more minutes!
The baby poops in the car seat
he groans again and sighs
God damnit,
He looks in the rear view mirror at the mess and facepalms, before pulling over at the next exit.
We're stopping.