Having chatted for a couple more minutes, the nannies approached my bed.

“Already woke up,” said Ira.

“What a cute little tot?” Masha smiled, making me smile in return, “And how could I give such a return?”

- Yeah, such a sweetheart, - Ira agreed with a smile, - And most importantly, calm. Lies and smiles. With such easy.

- I wonder what state his diaper is, - Masha smiled.

Pulling the blanket off, Masha unceremoniously felt between my legs.

“Wet of course,” she told the second nurse.

I blushed deeply, realizing for the first time that I had already managed to wet the diaper, as it usually happens at night with all two-year-old babies.

“This diaper will probably last another hour,” said Ira, assessing me between her legs.

“I would change it now,” Masha said.

- Leave, - Ira waved her hand, - If you do not cry, do not fuss.

I began to look at my new body with interest. The clothes on me were a disposable diaper mentioned by the nannies and a short light yellow T-shirt.

- What, Sasha, hungry? - Masha gently smiled at me, - Now I will feed you.

The nurse briefly left somewhere and returned with a small tray on which I noticed two jars of baby food and a bottle filled with milk and a teat. Having sat me in the crib and quickly tying a bib, Masha began to feed me. I tried to resist, not letting a baby spoon in my mouth, but the girl somehow miraculously managed to distract my attention and force her to open her mouth.

I drank a bottle of milk rather quickly, unlike baby food, because I was tormented by serious thirst.

- How we love milk, - Masha smiled, - Now I'm going for a second bottle.

I wanted to shout after her that I didn’t need to carry the second bottle, but it turned out only a weak baby squeak. I did not succeed in talking.

Soon Masha returned - of course, with a baby bottle filled with milk again.

“Drink,” the nurse said, unceremoniously putting the bottle in my mouth.

I started reluctantly to drink warm milk. This time I mastered only half the bottle.

“I will leave this bottle right here in the crib,” Masha told me, “Take it when you want.”

Masha suddenly started to look for something in my bed.

“And where did your nipple go,” the girl frowned. “Here she is.”

Quickly showing me a pacifier, Masha immediately shoved it into my mouth. The feeling of the pacifier was rather strange. In the first couple of seconds I wanted to push a foreign object out, but gradually I became so involved in the process that I couldn’t imagine my mouth without a baby’s nipple.

I began to watch with curiosity as the nannies fiddling around on two changing tables with their babies undressed. Almost all were nursing. It seems that I was the oldest in this room.

Having finished washing and feeding the babies, both nannies went off somewhere. I wanted to write more and more. Reddening the thought that I would have to use a diaper for its intended purpose, I firmly decided to endure. But I lasted only a couple of minutes and, all red from embarrassment, gave up and wrote in the diaper.

It took another ten minutes. Lying wet was not very comfortable. I was about to scream to get the attention of the nurses when they suddenly appeared on the threshold of the room. After the nannies a pretty young woman came into the room. All three were obviously heading for my bed.

I wondered who this stranger was and what she wanted from me. "It seems not to be a doctor," I thought, "Otherwise, I would also be in a white coat." Everything was clarified literally within a minute - a woman came to choose a child for adoption.

- So for older children you do not have a queue? - The woman asked, - Can I pick it up today?

“Even now,” Ira smiled, “Our line is only for babies.” Of course healthy. We have very few of them. You understand that healthy in the "orphanage" rarely give.

“I see,” said an unfamiliar woman, “Everybody wants nursing.” Does this karapuz have any chance?

- Children older than one and a half years are really adopted less often than babies, - confirmed Masha, - Only if someone likes it a lot.

I looked hopefully at an unfamiliar woman. “Well, please,” I prayed to myself, “Please take me away from here.”

“How can you not like one,” the woman smiled, “Such a pretty little boy.” It is simply impossible to take a look.

The feeling was mutual. I also could not tear my eyes away from a beautiful stranger. I do not know whether this was a coincidence or a gift from a mysterious fairy, but all my life I have liked just such. In a different situation, I would have fallen in love with her at first sight. But now I had another chance, which I had secretly dreamed all my life - to have one like my mother.

The woman was about twenty-five years old. Tall, with light brown hair shoulder-length, gray-blue eyes on half-face, slightly plump lips, and a small snub nose, to which I had a particular addiction. Not to mention the most important thing - her disarming smile.

- What's his name? The stranger asked.

“Sasha,” answered Ira.

- Can I pick it up? - the woman looked uncertainly at the nannies.

“Of course you can, Svetlana Maksimovna,” Masha smiled.

Quickly pulling back my blanket, the woman pulled me out of the crib.

“You look so good with the baby,” Ira said with a smile.

- I also wanted to say this, - Masha smiled, - As if the real Sasha's mother. You even look like him to something.

- And the baby as you like on your hands, - added Ira.

I really was in seventh heaven. I even forgot about my wet diaper. Suddenly, my interest was attracted by a gold chain on a woman's neck, and I reached out with both hands to a small pendant.

- What, like my chain? - She smiled - Yeah, come on, try it to taste. Tasty?

Everyone laughed. The woman gently took the chain from me.

- I take! - she said firmly, - Where are you now? To your manager? Probably need to fill out a bunch of papers?

“In fact, according to the rules, the child must first undergo a medical examination,” said Ira.

- Yeah, - confirmed Masha, - Sasha was never examined at all. He was brought only last night.

“Why inspect it?” - the woman was surprised, - I am taking the baby now.

- Not afraid? - Ira asked anxiously, - Suddenly the doctor will find something serious in the child.

- Lord, well, really can not see? - the woman sighed, - Completely healthy baby. You are all suspicious. Everything! No doctors! Now I’ll fill your papers and drive home with Sasha.

“As you know,” Ira shrugged.

Still holding me in her arms, Svetlana headed for the door. However, now her name was not important. From that moment on, I could officially call her mom.

The bureaucratic part of the adoption — filling in various papers — went surprisingly quickly. True, after everything was signed, we had to wait for the nannies to bring clothes and shoes for me. They gave several pairs of children's tights, T-shirt and sandals - ... Read more →