Author's Note

I had a different sequel for Mama's Boy planned originally, but I realized I might be able to work some of it in here. So here it is.

This is an Adult Baby Diaper Lover/ Age Play fic. If you don't like that content, don't read it. It's nonsexual because that's the only way I write it.

I hope you all enjoy this!

Prologue

Shining Armor did not like his birthday.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like the month or the time of year. He enjoyed winter and the snow, the hot chocolate and the warm fires. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being the center of attention, because as a public figure, he was used to it. Nor was it about the family members he usually spent it with, as he loved them all deeply.

Shining Armor did not like his birthday because he was reminded of memories he’d tried to bury, and his own feelings of inadequacy.

He could recall many birthdays growing up. And though they were intended to be happy occasions, there was an unseen pressure there. At every birthday in his memory, his father had not been present, typically because he was working. Birthdays weren’t so different from other days in that respect, but birthdays were difficult because there was a double standard. Every other day of the year, he’d had to be the man of the house because his father was gone. But on birthdays he was expected to act and behave like the child he by all means should have been. It was confusing for him, and he didn’t know how to stop himself from being that man of the house. As he’d gotten older, and his sister had come along, he’d become protective of her, and made it his job to keep her safe. A job that by all accounts should have been his father’s. He’d been mature beyond his years, and grown up far too quickly by anypony’s standards, especially his own.

His mother never forgot that day, and when Twilight had gotten old enough to recognize it, she hadn’t either, but he never could shake that sense that it was wrong to be celebrating when he should have been taking care of things. The struggle between child and adult had constantly marred what should have been a special occasion where he could simply enjoy himself. Instead, it just left a bad taste in his mouth.

So, his birthday wasn’t exactly a day he thought of fondly.

It wasn’t until he became a father himself this past year that he’d realized how unfair that had been to be expected of him. But it hadn’t been expected of him by anypony but himself- he just couldn’t see that until then. It frustrated him. That, coupled alongside his lack of childhood and his new daughter served for an unusual coping skill to surface in past months.

Shining Armor enjoyed acting like a baby in secret. He’d found getting to have pieces of what he should have had all along helped him to relax. Age Play, they called it. And for a while, he’d been content with a few toys, some diapers, and his childhood doll, Brutus Force. But he’d longed for a caregiver, and so he’d gone to his mother who, much to his relief, accepted it and offered it to him any time he liked. This had gone on between them for some time, and eventually his wife had found out. He’d been utterly terrified when she’d found his bag of foalish items, but she had surprised him with her acceptance. She’d thought it was cute, and took odd comfort in the idea that he wasn’t all the way grown up. She had wanted to marry a kid at heart for a reason. With her knowledge, he’d been able to do it more. The only pony who, to his knowledge, didn’t know, was his sister. But that may very well have changed in the time he’d been away. His father, as per usual, had been out too much to notice, from what he could gather.

The remnants of a child who had been forced to grow up too quickly clung to those birthdays, and both loved and hated them in equal measure. Love for the fact that for that one day, he should have been free. Hate for the fact that he hadn’t been. And an intense indifference to what should happen on that day. Though the only thing he really wanted was for it to be over, even though he knew his family would want to celebrate.

So, when his sister had sent him a scroll telling him that she was planning a birthday party for him, he’d grimaced, but accepted.

Twilight was proud and excited about what she was planning. And why shouldn’t she be? For her to take a break from her royal duties to plan something special for her brother and spend time with their family was a great thing. She’d catered everything to his tastes, and busted her chops to give him one great day. And it was a wonderful thing. But he couldn’t tell her that it was the last thing he wanted. He couldn’t bear to let her down that way. He was her big brother, and it was his job to protect her, and that included her feelings.

Twilight had planned it all out. He, Cadence, and Flurry would take the train to Canterlot the night before, and go to his parents’ home to stay the night until his birthday. Twilight would meet them there in the morning. They would have his favorite breakfast foods together, have a bit of time to catch up, and have a party toward lunch time. Simple, but easy. And he hoped to Celestia it would be easy, because this day was hard enough as it was.

Nopony in his family knew he hated his birthday. Not his Mother, his wife, his daughter, not even his little sister with whom he’d shared everything as a child. And he wanted to keep it that way, or risk putting all his sister’s hard work to shame and disappoint her. He had to man up, and protect them from his feelings or he’d risk hurting theirs. His strategy of masking his real emotions, one well honed from being a guard, seemed to be working well. Nopony suspected a thing.

He could only pray it stayed that way long enough to make it through the day.