The family's baby

Chapter 48

*Grace's P.O.V*

I do try my best not to get distracted on the walk to the potty but it's very hard. I mean there was just so much stuff to look at that I was bound to get distracted and forget about going potty. The walk from the pond to the guest house where the bathrooms were was a decently long one so it wasn't really my fault if you think about it. Plus one of the owners had a bunch of wild flowers planted that looked very pretty.

"Look at all the flowers, mommy," I point them out to Mommy who nods as she continues to walk, still holding my hand, and barely looks at the flowers. I don't need her to do that but I won't say anything as long as she looks at whatever I was pointing at, which she isn't.

"I saw them on my drive down here Gracie, they are very pretty," Mommy informs me so I do the very sensible thing and stomp my foot, still walking with her just so that she can't get onto me about stopping.

"What on earth was that for?" Mommy asks after a second, raising an eyebrow as she glances at me.

"I not like you, you didn't give me any attention... ignore me," I huff as I look at her, noticing that she has a different purse. It's a new one by the look of it. It's much bigger than the one she used to use or is known to use. I hadn't thought much of it until I was looking at anywhere that wasn't meeting her gaze but now it was intriguing.

"I give you plenty of my attention," Mommy says, going to say more but I cut her off.

"Is that a new purse?" I ask instead of listening to anything else she says.

"I had more to say, Grace, and I don't appreciate you cutting me off," Mommy sighs before continuing with a slight warning tone but I just stare at her with wide eyes, glancing at her purse so that when she looks at me she gives in. It takes longer than I thought but my plan does eventually work.

"Yes Gracie, it's a new purse," Mommy tells me, making me grin. I knew it! I just knew it had to be a new purse cause I had never seen it before and I knew what all her purses looked like. Unless she had gotten some when I was gone...which would be mean of her to do since she was supposed to tell me everything.

"New new or old new?" I ask as I raise an eyebrow, stumbling after her when she tugs on my hand after a moment. I follow her, more interested in her purse than going potty right now. Her patience in my walking seems to have ended with my stumble though as mommy picks me up and sits me on her hip. Now that she isn't dragging me along, she can move a lot faster and I quickly get over being carried especially since I can now inspect the bag more and ask lots more questions.

"New new. You're awfully curious all of the sudden. You usually don't pay attention to my current bag," Mommy says after a moment, making me shrug.

"I like being curious, you know that," I inform Mommy with a huff, rolling my eyes when she gives me a look before bouncing me to readjust her hold on me.

"Well then little miss curious, worry about making the potty and be more curious later," Mommy instructs as she pats my bottom, making me whine. I look back even though I know that we're far enough away from the truck that I don't have to worry about Elena seeing. It's still good to double check, just in case, so I'm happy to see only trees behind us.

"Don't do that Mommy, it's embarrassing," I whine, dragging out the word embarrassing so that she fully understands just how serious I am.

"Relax, no one can see and I was just making sure you didn't have a small accident," Mommy sighs, continuing to pat my bottom and her words remind me of just how badly I have to go potty so I start wishing mommy will stop talking and start running to the little guest house. 

Mommy's quick walking and my constant bouncing in her arms only seems to upset my bladder more and so when we finally arrive, I frantically wiggle down and sprint to the potty. I end up having to waddle, my thighs pressed tightly together to avoid any leakage in the process of making the potty. I knew that it was a stupid fear but I couldn't help but have it after years of accidents.

I bite my bottom lip, refusing to look at Mommy in case it shows just how badly I have to go. As soon as I reach the top of the steps, I realize just how desperate I am. I am just barely holding it in as I bounce foot to foot.

"Hurry up Mommy!" I whine as I stare at her with wide eyes, hoping that she will unlock the door already. I fidget as she walks up the steps so very slowly, grabbing the key that was under a flower pot. I had kind of forgotten it was there so I curse myself as I stare at the ground as mommy opens the door for me. I walk in slowly since any fast movement will cause me to lose the small control I have on my bladder right now.

I had worked very hard to be able to hold my bladder for as long as I was able to, having been taught that accidents meant punishment. Not by mommy or daddy of course but before them, I had often been punished. It wasn't any fun to be punished for something that I couldn't help. I mean most of the time I had gotten pretty good at telling when to go since it made sense to just go like an hour after drinking. I mean, if you sat on the potty, you were bound to go eventually.

However, sometimes, like now, it completely slipped my mind. In my dread of having to go fishing with Daddy, I had completely forgotten about going before we left and once we got here, it wasn't even a thought that I had entertained once. My mind was on fishing and then saving my new friend...

Mommy tugs me along and I realize that I've zoned out. I know the way to the bathroom but Mommy is already walking ahead of me and I don't want to squeeze past her because the hallway is kind of small and I think I may lose any control of my bladder that I have if I try so I don't. The bathroom door is thankfully open and Mommy walks past it, turning to look at me. She sees the confusion on my face and nods to the bathroom.

"Go Grace, you clearly have to go much more than me," Mommy says and I smile as I hurry into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I don't bother to lock it since it's just Mommy outside of the bathroom, it's not like she'll just barge in.

I start to tug my panties down, having my thighs pressed together which definitely makes it a little bit harder but I manage to get them down a little bit. It's a talent that I'm quite good at since this isn't the first time I've had to rush to the bathroom.

Getting my panties down is very hard to do. It's uncomfortable to do and so I fiddle with them, trying my best to slide them down without parting my thighs, knowing that if I did, I was sure to have an accident. To make matters worse, my sweat is making my panties stick so instead of sliding down smoothly, my panties are rolling up on themselves.

I eventually find the best way but right as I start to tug them down, I feel urine trickling down my legs. Even if I tried to rush to finish tugging them down, I know it's too late and it would only make a bigger mess. I want to try and hurry to the toilet, yet I know that will just make it worse. I still take about two more steps anyway before I stop as I lose the little control I had left and the floodgates completely open. Knowing that my bladder is now empty, I give up making the potty as I can feel and see my panties are absolutely soaked after my failure to make the potty like a big girl...