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  1. Part 3 As they stepped out of the door Joe was immediately hit with new sensations. He felt the cool air hit his face and gave a little shiver as he unconsciously burrowed into his daddy’s side. He also felt the cold pavement under his bare feet. This was a feeling that was so familiar to him yet foreign at the same time. Most tangibly it represented a loss of control in his own life and at the same time a feeling of coming home to Daddy and being wrapped safely in the warm blanket of his love. Joe was pulled from his thoughts by a squeeze on his hand as Tim spoke “Daddy made sure that it was safe for his little boy’s feet out here so you don’t have to worry baby” Joe nodded, he would have been shocked if Tim hadn’t taken this step he was Joe’s daddy after all and he took that job very seriously. They continued to the car every step made Joe more aware that he was barefoot and reenforced that he had no say in that. He didn’t bother to bring this up to Daddy as he knew he already knew and that this was what he wanted . This was how Daddy wanted him and he would be whatever Daddy wanted. When they got to the car Joe froze in dismay. The car itself wasn’t the problem, what he saw inside the car was. In the back seat of the car clearly visible was a high backed car seat with a five point harness. It looked exactly like a car seat designed for a baby accept it was proportioned for someone around Joe’s size, he knew without a doubt he would easily fit and he realized it was just for him. Joe blinked hoping that his eyes were playing tricks on him but was forced to admit they weren’t. He blushed realizing the implications of this new baby seat, his new baby seat. Without meaning to he spluttered “I… Daddy! why is that in my seat?” he pointed to the car seat. I don’t need that” he whined. Tim looked completely nonplussed at the mini meltdown “Joey, that’s enough baby I know this is new but it’s no big deal, it’s just a car seat and not that daddy needs to explain himself to little boys but actually baby you DO need this. Based on your height and weight it’s the safest option. You know that your safety is the most important thing to daddy so from now on the rule is that anytime you’re in a car you’ll be in a car seat”. Joe’s eyes went wide as he looked from daddy to his new car seat and back again, it was going to be hard enough to explain his new bedtime to Julie, Joe could he ever explain a car seat. He couldn’t let this happen. “NO” he balled his little fists and stomped his tiny foot in emphasis unaware of how much it made him resemble a toddler having a tantrum “Da…Tim you can’t do this! It’s, it’s not fair I’m big.. I drive now! I dont need a baby seat you you never made me use it before and it’s embarrassing everyone will see!” Joe practically wailed as tears formed in his eyes. Tim’s nostrils flared dangerously “you have one second to rethink that statement before Daddy gives you an ouchi bum bum” he waited Joe looked guilty and bit his lip. An ouchi bum bum was Tim’s way of threatening him with a spanking and he knew from experience that Tim would deliver that threat no matter where they were if he was naughty enough. He also knew that calling daddy by his first name was considered very naughty. “I…sorry Daddy” he said as tears gathered in his eyes. Tim nodded “why are you sorry baby” Joe took a calming breath and spoke “I shouldn’t have called you that name you’re my daddy and I call you daddy” that lesson had been engraved in his brain long ago. Tim nodded and stroked the boy’s cheeks wiping his tears away “that’s right Baby you do, I’m your daddy, now are you ready to get into your car seat like a good boy” Joe pulled away shaking his head frantically “No Daddy no please I don’t need it please” he whined Tim pursed his lips “Baby Daddy isn’t trying to embarrass you but you do need this. It’s about safety and you won’t be embarrassed because you’re just a little boy and the world will just see a little boy in his car seat and as far as Julie goes it doesn’t really matter what she thinks you’re my baby, I make the rules and what’s your job? Hmm” Tim prompted Joe took a shuttering breath “to…to obey daddy” he said sadly Tim nodded “so are you ready to be a good boy and get into your car seat” Joe nodded to “yes daddy.. I’ll be good” he said quietly as he accepted his fate. Daddy had decided he got no say in the matter. Now smiling Tim opened the door and lifted Joe into the waiting car seat “see baby you fit perfectly” he said as he adjusted the straps and clicked them in place between Joe’s legs. Joe just nodded and looked out the window as Tim closed the car door then got in the front seat and started the car. As they drove Joe tore his eyes from the window and looked down at his own toes. He wiggled them just bit as he stared down. It was struck by how far off the ground they were, his feet couldn’t even almost touch the floor and it made him feel very small, tiny even. Maybe daddy was right. He really was a baby. Joe didn’t have much time to worry as very quickly they pulled into the nearby mall for the next part of their day. As Tim parked the car and got out Joe was trying and failing to unbuckle himself. As he struggled with the complicated buckled he made whining sounds. He was so engrossed that he didn’t even notice Tim opening his door until he felt a hand cover his own to still it “baby stop you’re not supposed to mess with your buckle it’s there to keep you safe only a grownup can do it so from now on, it’s a daddy job, just leave it to a grownup. Joe instantly stopped, somehow Tim’s words made him feel better, of course he couldn’t work the complicated latch he wasn’t a grownup he was just a baby. He let his hand drop to his side as Tim pressed a button and easily released his boy. Letting the now loose straps fall away Tim lifted Joe onto his arms and shut the door “come on baby let’s go shopping” Without thinking Joe wrapped his arms around His daddy’s neck as Tim settled him onto his hip with a little bounce “okay daddy” he said in reply. Joe didn’t bother asking what their plan was, like always Daddy would take him wherever they needed to go. Daddy was in control. Tim carried Joe through the crowd and into Target. He grabbed a shopping and pulled it out with practiced ease while shifting Joe in his arms “okay baby do you want to walk or ride” he asked. Joe looked down at his bare feet. He bit his lip considering. He knew Daddy wouldn’t offer him shoes. Daddy believed that he was too little for shoes and kept him barefoot whenever possible. He didn’t really want to walk around barefoot in public but he also didn’t want to be trapped in the seat of a shopping cart like a baby for everyone to see. He looked up at Tim “I… can I walk daddy” he made his decision in the form of a question rather than a statement knowing that Daddy would like that better. It always had to be Tim’s choice. Daddy made all the choices he just obeyed. Tim nodded “sure Baby just remember to stay with me and to either hold on to Daddy or the cart at all times”. Joe nodded and dutifully took hold of the cart quickly to show daddy what a good and obedient little boy he could be. Tim smiled and pushed the cart slowly enjoying the plip plop of Joe’s little feet as they walked. Their first stop was to the boys clothing section Tim looked down at his little boy “here we go baby, let’s get you some real clothes so we can throw the silly things you’re wearing away. He almost shuddered as he talked. Joe looked away from Tim and couldn’t help but roll his eyes just a little at Tim’s dramatic reaction to his clothing. He looked down at the basic black T-shirt and jeans know that he’d be saying goodbye to them soon. Seemingly ignoring all of the clothing that could be described as even slightly mature Tim went straight to a rack of outfits consisting of brightly colored shorts with matching cartoon themed t-shirts and immediately started to load several into the cart. Joe rolled his eyes once again, this wasn’t a surprise. This was exactly how Tim had dressed him all though college. He became so used to loose fitting elastic shorts and slip on shoes that by the time he was allowed to dress himself again it was like he had to relearn skills tying his shoes and using snaps and buttons. If he was honest he had never gotten very good at then and part of Joe already recognized that this was for the best. Joe couldn’t make out any specific characters but watched as bright red went into the cart first followed by electric blue, lime green, lemon yellow, and purple. Many colors were repeated and Joe lost track of how many outfits Tim got. Finally, Tim held up two outfits showing them to Joe, one had red shorts a a picture of Mickey Mouse smiling on the T-shirt. The other was green with SpongeBob” which do you want to wear today Baby” he asked. Joe looked at his options and gulped, he knew these were his only two choices, choosing between these brightly colored juvenile outfits would be the only tiny amount of control he was allowed and he wasn’t going to waste it. He looked between the two outfits neither was any more mature than the other and both were very bright so he shrugged and pointed to Mickey, he liked him better. “Can I wear Mickey please Daddy” Tim smiled “sure Baby let’s go into the dressing room and get you changed” he grabbed the requested outfit and took Joe’s hand leading him into a nearby changing room. As he was being pulled along Joe struggled just a bit, “wait Daddy we can’t, we haven’t bought them yet” he stammered hoping to buy himself more time with his grownup clothes” Tim just shook his head “don’t worry silly, once you’re changed into your nice new outfit daddy will just keep the tag and pay for it at the register” Joe went limp and accepted his fate, with his very weak argument easily thwarted he walked meekly into the changing room with his daddy. Tim walked Joe into the largest stall and latched the door. He placed Joe in the center of the small room then dropped to his knees in front of his boy and started to unbutton his jeans. Joe squirmed just slightly but knew better than to get in daddy’s way. He noted as he let Tim do his work that this was the only time that they were almost the same height although he had to admit that Tim still had a slight advantage. He didn’t have to wait long for his pants to come undone and pool around his ankles “step out Baby” Tim gently commanded. wordlessly Joe obeyed. Tim quickly picked up Joe’s discarded jeans and balled them up before throwing them into the corner. He turned back to his boy “okay baby raise your arms for daddy” once again Joe did as he was told. He stood there in his childish underwear as he watched his T-shirt get thrown away with his pants. Joe felt exposed as he watched Tim remove the outfit from its hanger and tear off the tags. Tim held out the bright red shorts for Joe “here baby step in. He raised them and pulled them up his boys leg and brought them to Joes waist with a snap. Next he held up the T-shirt “ok baby almost done just raise your arms one more time. Joe obeyed and Tim maneuvered the shirt over Joes arms and pulled it down to cover his tummy “there now my baby is all dressed” he said with a smile. Tim stood and held out his hand come on baby we have a few more things to grab” Joe looked in the corner where his discarded clothes still lay and nodded wordlessly “daddy umm what about my clothes” he pointed to the corner Tim sounded slightly annoyed as he shook his head “no Baby we don’t need those anymore they’ll just throw them in the trash where they belong” one again he offered Joe his hand slightly impatiently this time. Joe nodded silently and took Tim’s hand. He was led out of the changing room and back to the cart. Tim released Joe’s hand and waited for him to grab the cart before starting off “okay baby, all we need are some nighties for you and then some more appropriate shoes” Joe looked around in horror as Tim talked about getting him nighties like it was the most natural thing in the world, which to him it clearly was. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that there was no one in earshot. Joe dutifully held onto the carriage as they left the boys section and made their way next door to the section usually intended for little girls and right to the sleepwear. Joe tried to look causal as he watched his daddy examine all of the nighties and night shirts. Joe took a deep breath he wasn’t sure why this was bothering him so much, this wasn’t even new, all though college nighties were the only kind of sleepwear Tim would allow Joe to wear and they had a set routine. They would return from dinner at 5:15 and Tim would immediately take Joe to the big boy bathroom to do a potty on the big toilet and then he would give him a bath in the only shower stall that had a bathtub in it. After his bath Tim would wrap Joe in a towel and bring him back to their room where he was allowed to choose which nightie he wanted to wear. His collection of nighties was a mix of traditional girls night shirts and old t shirts of Daddy’s. Joe would then spend the rest of the night until bedtime in his nightie and this never stopped Tim from answering the door or inviting people over or even taking Joe to visit friends, Joe being in his nightie was just an ordinary part of life for Tim and seemed to be as normal and uneventful as whatever clothing he happened to be wearing. What was maybe worse was that no one ever gave Joe a hard time or an odd look when he walked around in his nightie and he had to admit that this was because he was just a little boy in a night shirt, no one saw this as strange or unusual because it wasn’t” Joe shook himself from his thoughts as he tried to look disinterested, he hoped if he looked bored then no one would realize these were intended for him but that hope was dashed when Tim picked up a nightshirt and brought it to Joe’s chest to test for size and length. Satisfied, he nodded and dropped it into the shopping cart before selecting a few more. “Now for shoes”Tim said as the left the girls department. Joe smiled in relief, at least this part wouldn’t be quite as embarrassing. Joe remained silent as they made their way to the children’s section of the shoe department. When they got to the boys isle Tim stopped “okay baby we need everything so you need flip flops, clogs and even a pair of sneakers okay” Joe nodded in surprise, sneakers were not something that daddy usually liked him to wear. Tim watched Joe scan the isle and chuckled. He placed a restraining hand on the little boys shoulder “before we start looking sweetheart, daddy has a question for you. When you came home yesterday…” Joe’s eyes went wide and he got a warm feeling in his tummy. He was home and both him and daddy knew it. The thought made him smile briefly before he shook himself awake “I…what did you say Daddy ” he asked in a sing sing voice. Tim chuckled and tapped Joe on the nose “when daddy says something it’s your job to listen okay silly boy” he admonished lightly. “I said when you came home yesterday I noticed that your little shoes were all untied, are you still having a hard time with laces sweetheart” he emphasized the word still as he stroked Joe’s cheek. Joe blanched, he swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded “ I… yes Daddy”he admitted sadly “tying is still really tricky for me so I just tuck my laces inside my shoes but that’s not real comfy and they come loose a lot” he justified. Tim looked at Joe with genuine sympathy “oh Baby” he cooed as he fussed with Joe’s hair “see, this is exactly what I was saying before, you’ve been pretending to be an adult for almost 4 years and you still can’t tie your own shoes” he shook his head “well no more pretending you’re not a grownup or a big boy or even a little boy, you are a baby and babies don’t need to worry about shoe tying or big boy laces at all . You can’t get it and you never will, you’re just too little and that’s okay, isn’t it my baby?” he asked softly. Joe looked abashed but nodded gently. Tim smiled “my good boy so what’s the new rule sweetheart?” He asked Joe opened his mouth “I…I’m not big enough for shoes with laces cause I’m too little to tie my own them, it’s hard” he almost whined Tim nodded “that’s a good baby, so let’s get you a pair with Velcro, maybe one of those nice light up pairs. Here, you wait right here while daddy finds the perfect ones” he led Joe over to a small bench and lifted him onto it then turned and began to scan scan the rack for options. He was so engrossed that he missed the look of panic on Joes face at the mention of light up shoes. As Joe waited for his daddy to choose shoes for him, he absently kicked his feet which were once again dangling inches from the ground. Looking down he was struck with the same feeling as earlier. His feet couldn’t even reach the floor, he was just a tiny boy in a world build for much bigger people, for grownups and he needed a grownup to take care of him and keep him safe, he needed daddy to keep him safe. Regardless of the lies he had been telling himself over the last 4 years that was the truth. Daddy had shown him that when they first met and it was no less true today than it was then. Joe was a little boy who needed his daddy to take care of him. He couldn’t help but smile as acceptance washed over him. It didn’t take long for Tim to return laden with boxes. He set them down next to Joe then knelt in front of him. Joe didn’t bother looking at the sizes on the boxes. Numbers were irrelevant just like everything else in his life, Daddy know what best was best for his little boy. Joe know that Daddy had his own system for picking out his shoes and he never questioned it. In truth Tim never bought Joe shoes in his actual size, they were always either a size too big or a size too small. This ensured that Joe would have trouble keeping them on his feet. Daddy was adamant that it wasn’t that the shoes were the wrong size it was just that Joe’s feet were too little and he was bad at shoes. While in college shoes were always a struggle for Joe, they were either ouchi and pinchie to the point where Joe was constantly taking them off any chance he got or they would fly off his feet while he was walking . This lead to endless frustration for Joe not to mention, more than a few lost shoes but daddy never seemed to mind he would just hug his baby and smile saying something like “it’s okay baby boy shoes are hard for my little guy I know”. Despite the fact that It had been 4 years Joe still had a lot of anxiety around wearing shoes and keeping them on. This wasn’t made any easier by his struggle to tie them. Though Joe looked at shoes as a symbol of his new adult life, he was also able to admit to himself that be was excited to be daddy’s barefoot little boy again because daddy loved that version of him best and he was safe from all harm. Tim knelt down in front of Joe and opened the first box to reveal a pair of flip flops. They were bright blue and had pictures of SpongeBob on them. “Here baby, give me your foot” he said and held his hand open. Without hesitation joe lifted his Little foot and placed it in Daddy’s waiting hand. Tim gave his foot a squeeze before sliding it into the flip flop. Joe immediately noticed that these were large on him but knew better than to say anything. Daddy knew best. Tim repeated the process with the other flip flop “okay baby, give daddy a little walk” Tim said releasing Joe’s flip flop encased feet. Joe stood and walked a few steps then circled back. Joe couldn’t help but notice that even as he walked he had to concentrate and walk slowly to keep the shoes on his feet. Tim smiled “those are perfect” Joe just gave a small nod. He knew better than to disagree. Much to his surprise Joe next found himself in a pair of Velcro Spider-Man light up sneakers. Joe tried to stand perfectly still when Tim ordered him to wiggle his toes as he pressed the top of the sneakers. Tim smiled at his little boy “these are pretty cool aren’t they baby?” Seeing no choice Joe nodded “these almost make it seem like you’re a big boy don’t they baby?” Again, Joe just nodded “and they’re nice and comfy right baby” again Joe nodded “they’ll be fine to wear sockless” Tim said this more to himself. “Lots of little boys wear sneakers with no socks” Joe wasn’t at all surprised by this, Joe already knew that their life together didn’t include him wearing socks ever. “Okay baby let’s make sure you can slip those off, I don't want you Messing with the Velcro it can be almost as tough as laces for little boys like you. “Yes daddy” Joe said as he easily slipped the too big sneakers off his feet. After putting the tiny sneakers back in their box Tim set down a pair of bright blue crocs. He looked at Joe beaming “look baby they’re just like your school shoes!” He said with excitement. Joe nodded in recognition, the clogs in front of him were identical to the the pair he wore all through college. Tim always called them his school shoes because he was they were the only shoes Tim allowed Joe to wear to class or at all. Tim firmly believed that these were Joe’s big boy shoes and big boy shoes were only to be worn for school the rest of the time Joe wore flip flops or more often just went barefoot. Joe wiggled his foot into the waiting too tight shoe. And flexed his toes for Tim. Despite being slightly too small they fit fine and were as comfortable as joe remembered. He nodded “these are great Daddy, can we get them please” Joe asked hoping to please his daddy. Tim nodded with a smile, “of course Baby, in fact why don’t you just wear them for the day” Tim said as he slipped the other tiny shoe on for Joe and stood. Joe looked down at his new shoes. It was almost like the last 4 years never happened. He looked up as a tiny smiled played on his lips and nodded. “Now what Daddy” he asked as he held out a hand for his daddy to take. Tim placed all 3 boxes in the cart then took Joe’s tiny hand in his and led the little boy on. He waited a minute before replying “we just have one more thing to get baby, we need to get you some diapers”. Joe froze on the spot. His eyes went wide with panic “I…Daddy no! I don’t need diapers” he spoke in an urgent whisper hoping no one could hear him. Tim looked at him with mild surprise “Baby” he cooed “we both know that’s not true now you wet the bed all though college and I’m sure it won’t be long until you start again now that the rules are back in place . Do you really think Daddy’s wrong?” The rules! Joe shuddered even as he whispered a feeble “no” and attempted to blink back tears. To say that Joe was a bedwetter wasn’t exactly fair. He had wet the bed without control until the 8th grade but then he came up with an easy solution to his embarrassing problem. He would wake up every couple of hours to pee. Once he started that he never wet the bed again at least, until college. Once Tim and Joe got to know each other and started to share a bed Tim had noticed how often Joe was getting up at night. He immediately made a rule that once daddy put him to bed Joe wasn’t allowed to leave bed until the morning or more specifically until daddy said he could. From that point on Joe never had a dry night again until after graduation when he was away from Tim and allowed to set his own sleep schedule. On the first night of Tim’s new bedtime rule Joe had gone to bed hopeful, he figured that his bladder must have grown since 8th grade which he later realized was silly considering No other part of him had. At this point Joe and Tim had lived together for less than a week but from Day 1 Tim had been developing rules for their shared space the majority of which only applied to Joe. Tim was truly an imposing figure both physically and emotionally, he seemed to have control over everything. Joe was starting to feel like he had less freedom in college than he had in high school or even middle school but Tim also made him feel so safe and so loved that he couldn’t bring himself to say no to him. Joe had been raised by his emotionally distant aunt and uncle and after years of feeling unwanted and unloved Tim was so kind and so openly affectionate that Joe felt incredibly grateful. Tim had willingly taken Joe into his bed when he was scared without even a seconds hesitation and all Tim asked in return was that Joe follow some rules. So far the rules were easy, Joe wasn’t allowed to wear shoes or socks in the room or anywhere Tim told him not to. He had to ask Tim if he wanted to leave the room for any reason, Tim was in charge of Joe’s phone and wallet and Joe had to get ready for bed right after dinner. Tim had also developed a habit of tucking Joe into bed at whatever time deemed appropriate and then joining the little boy later when he was tired. Joe couldn’t prove it he thought his bedtime was getting earlier as the days went on. After the second night of them sleeping in the same bed Tim decided that it was time for a new rule. He was helping Joe pick out his clothes when he spoke “okay buddy I’ve noticed that you get out of bed a lot to use the potty” Joe bristled at Tim’s use of the word potty but nodded “I just have to pee a lot I guess” Tim nodded back but said “here’s the thing kiddo getting up that much isn’t good for you, it makes it impossible for you to get any deep sleep and it’s keeping me up too so the new rule is that once I tuck you in at night, you don’t get out of bed until I say you can in the morning” he paused “that should be an issues right little guy” Joe bit his lip but nodded once again. Surly he could make it all night without having to pee, he was an adult in college now and he supposed it really wasn’t fair to keep bothering Tim at night. “That’s fine” Joe said with only a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Great” Tim smiled back “ Knew it wouldn’t a big deal” Joe went to bed that night telling himself that it would be fine and he could stay dry. He didn’t even make until Tim joined him in bed however before he woke up wet and burst into tears. Tim who seemed to be just getting ready for bed immediately went to his roommate. Much to Joe’ surprise he wasn’t upset at all, he was kind and calm as could be. He efficiently removed a Joe’s wet clothes and quickly wiped him down with baby wipes before redressing him. He then took Joe in his arms and settled them both in the bed that used to be Joe’s. The last thing Joe remembered before drifting to sleep was Tim kissing his hair and whispering “don’t you worry little one, I’ll take care of this in the morning. Joe didn’t know what Tim meant but feeling safe and loved he fell asleep in Tim’s arms. It was the next day that Tim reintroduced Joe to diapers which he accepted with minimal fuss. Whether it was the size of his bladder or knowledge that he was back in diapers no matter what Joe never knew, but it didn’t really matter, either way he didn’t have a dry night for the next 4 years and it very quickly reached the point where he was diapered for every night and nap and even long trips. Joe shook his head a bit clearing the memory from his brain. As he stood there holding the shopping cart and waiting for Daddy to return with his diapers. He glanced in a mirror located on the end of the isle across from him and the sight before him took his breath away. In the mirror he saw a little boy who was holding a shopping cart and clearly waiting for his grownup. He wore red elastic waisted shorts and a red t shirt with Mickey Mouse on it. He watched as the little boy absently slid his tiny foot in and out of his bright blue croc repeatedly tapping his toes against the back of the shoe before sliding his foot back in to repeat the whole process. This was no grown up, what he saw was a very little boy looking back at him. In fact that little boy couldn’t be older than 6, maybe younger even. Joe knew right then in his heart that he really was just a baby and he surprising himself, he broke into a smile. Tim quickly returned with two packs of diapers and added them to the cart. He saw Joe looking at his own reflection and smiling. He stroked Joes hair “you are too cute for words baby boy” Joe turned to Tim and raised his arms in a silent request to be picked up. Tim immediately obliged giving his baby a cuddle before setting it him in the seat of the carriage. Without asking he removed Joe’s shoes and gave his foot a tickle causing the little boy to giggle and kick his little feet.Tim smiled at Joe as he started to push the cart. Joe watched his daddy as he steered them toward their next adventure. He continued to smiled and swing his bare feet. He was the perfect image of a happy toddler in the care of his daddy. He didn’t know what they were doing next. That was Daddy’s job. Joe’s job was to be good and obey his daddy. He was a baby. He was Daddy’s tiny baby and he knew it now without any doubt.
  2. Kyle “thanks little buddy, I was thinking we could go get lunch. Are you hungry kiddo”
  3. Paul pulled Mikey into his hip “sure baby if that’s what you want he opened the car door and looked around pretending not to know where Mikey’s seat was “where do you sit baby”
  4. Chris smirked “why not you are a little boy, I’m not going to pretend otherwise. Now then, next rule for today, you may put back on your silly pretend grownup clothes but today after school I’ll be taking you shopping for some things that are more appropriate for a little boy like you to wear but one very important rule is no shoes ever at school, from the moment you arrive to the moment you leave, your to be barefoot”
  5. Travis happily takes the nightie and slips it over Theo’s arms “okay baby, uncle Paul will take you I. Daddy’s car and daddy will drive uncle car home to the house where we will meet up” he smiled and handed pull his keys then bent down to Mikey and tapped his lip “be good for uncle Paul baby”
  6. Sam's back arched as he was seated and tears sprang to his eyes. He quickly tried to push the giant away “no, you’re just being mean, not helping and I’m a grownup so so just leave my house” he tried to sound authoritarian
  7. Chris shook his head and grasped the tiny man’s chin “”no little boy you may not! You are Danny and only Danny to every person in the school is that clear?”
  8. Kyle smiled as the sleepy little boy “bet there’s little guy, did you have a good nap”
  9. ‘That’s a good boy” Chris reached out to pat the tiny man’s head “and from now on you’ll have all of the students address you as Danny since you’re a little boy and they’re adults, at least to you they are”
  10. Travis nods, “I suppose so” he hugs his little boy “remember to behave for uncle sweetheart “ he combs his fingers through Mikey’s hair “go find your nightie for daddy please little boy”;
  11. Chris shook his head “look little boy I don’t want any back talk from you you will remember to call everyone miss or mr sir or mam or I will punish you am I clear”
  12. Kyle nodded “of course kiddo” he walked over to max and tucked the blanket around him the. Set to work sorting though the clothes and putting them away. He took the opportunity to throw away all of the socks and underwear max brought before cleaning the room and putting things away.
  13. Sam jerks his arm as he’s pushed into the slate bedroom “no no stop” he whined “I’m, im not a baby I do t need pajamas or a nap. I’m like 10 years older than you… I’m an adult”
  14. Kyle nodded “that’s a good boy” he opened the door then released Max’s hand “ how about you take a little rest while I clean up around here”
  15. Kyle nodded and led Max out of the bathroom. He walked the short distance to their room and paused “ok buddy, can you remember what you need to do before you enter the room”
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