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I never thought this would be my life, but now I can't imagine it any other way. It's been three months since she laid out that first diaper and told me to step in. Back then, I was just following orders, a little confused and a lot embarrassed. But I did what she said with barely any pushback. Something in me just knew she was right. Now, looking back, I see it was the best thing that ever happened to me. She saw the stress and responsibility of being the 'man of the house' was crushing me, so she took all that control away. She put me firmly in my place, a place where I don't have to make decisions. The thick diapers aren't embarrassing anymore; they're a comfort. They're a constant, reassuring hug around my hips, a physical reminder that I'm cared for and that I belong to her. The crinkle when I walk is my new normal, and the feeling of using them is a relief instead of a shame. She’s not just my wife anymore; she’s my Mommy. She checks my diaper with a gentle but firm hand, praising me when it's wet and changing me with an efficiency that shows how much she cares. She feeds me my bottles at night and tucks me into bed. There's no more pressure to perform or provide. This submission, this complete surrender… it’s what I needed all along. She gave me permission to let go, and I love her for knowing me better than I knew myself. Being her baby is the greatest gift she could have ever given me.