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“You mean it?” Spencer’s voice lifted slightly. He liked having a say in things, even though that wasn’t how it was supposed to go. “Okay!”
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Spencer shrugged his shoulders defeatedly, unable to reply when he was wetting his diaper. “I don’t want to stay for the story.” He said, lowering his head and looking at the other, more fun games. He was a little upset at Mya for ruining his fun. More than he’d like to admit.
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“Then I’d ruin their fun too.” Spencer’s voice got quiet. He looked over at the other game and caught Cody’s eye. He didn’t blame him. If Cody went over he’d tell him to play the better one for him. Kick Darren’s butt, just be nice about it. Then the boy in the pink unicorn shirt would fit in, and he’d feel like he did a good deed. It almost made him feel better. Sighing, Spencer gave in and played the baby game half heartedly. It was easy, he just wasn’t good at it because he was paying more attention to the boys at the other game.
”At least that makes one of you.” The boy replied and joined Cody in the game.
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The adult baby was indignant not to get his way. He looked back at the other boys, hearing their conversation.
A few of them snickered.
One boy threw up his hands. “What’re we supposed to do without our organizer?”
”Cody can do it. Unless you’re just pretending to be a big boy too.”
Spencer felt a lump of embarrassment choke in his throat. He dragged his feet as his Mommy pulled him over to the baby game and stood in front of it with a pout. “I thought I was supposed to be having fun. Now they think I’m a stupid baby.”
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“Yeah, with us!” Spencer declared, looking like he was having a good time. “It’s a tournament. That’s how this works.” He stayed where he was, organizing the next round of the game. “Mommy can I have another token to play? It’s my go.”
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“Two weeks?!” Everything up until then seemed to be of less importance. James’ incredulousness eases. He had brought a pen with him as a playful sign of initiative but he wasn’t as eager to use that joke. Two weeks. He can do two weeks. Fourteen days at twenty-four hours for twenty-two dollars that’s... Easy money.
Finally, he nods. “Alright. But- um, what kind of rules? What kind of punishments?”
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There is a moment of stunned silence, followed by consideration. Then disgust, then consideration once more. “So it’s like a job.” He concluded cautiously, mustering up the courage to look Ava in the eye again. “With a contract and everything? And all I have to do is act like a baby?”
James scans the room as if expecting a camera crew to appear. The consideration becomes serious. “I can leave at any time, right? If I decide it’s not for me? No more tricks. And all I’ve got to do...is be a baby.”
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“It’s not violent!” Spencer insisted. “There’s not even any blood! Come on, one more time.” He’d much rather play this than the toddler games.
The boy that had been watching speaks up. “I’ll play the winner.“
Spencer looked over his shoulder at Mya. How could she say no?
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James’ eyes narrow at the new nickname. His fair skinned cheeks quickly turn a pale shade of red. His lips move to correct her; it’s James, Jay, J.P, Jim, but not Jamie. And yet he doesn’t. He limply holds the watch in his hand, examining it with inept curiosity to avoid looking her in the eye. “Some people date for personality.” His awkwardness was a clear indication of inexperience that he now seemed to be trying to mask.
His chin tilts up. His ears burn. He swallows, searching for words. “I-I-I- You tricked me. What am I supposed to say? Of course I don’t want to be out of a job but-but I have a life. We don’t know each other- I mean I’m sure you’re nice and all but-“ his voice heightens, growing faster as he speaks with more emotion. “But I’m a grown man. You said you had a job for me. I thought you meant a real job- oh god I can’t be out of work, they’ll kill me!” Surely his parents would be back on his tail. And he’d be at their door. “What...” the words linger on his tongue as he pulls himself away from Ava’s grasp, shifting his attention to the playpen. “What would I have to do?”
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Delighted, Spencer perked up immediately. “Come on.” He gestured to Cody, a little less friendly than before, and ran over to the big red chairs as fast as a diaper-clad man could go. He practically threw himself onto the seat, settling in and adjusting the legroom to put his foot on the pedals, making an exaggerated sigh of ecstasy to be behind the wheel of even a fake car.
Not far away, another boy in preschool clothes approached to watch the game.
“May the best man win.” He replied, curling his fingers around the steering wheel and testing the gas pedal. Spencer had played this game years ago. He knew exactly what model he wanted and where he wanted to go, but he took it easy on Cody so he wouldn’t totally decimate him. The content of the game was geared more toward teenagers. You could run over people in your path and crash into each other, and a pretty lady would give the winner a trophy.
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“What?” Confused laughter peppered his question as James recoiled from the touch, accepting the soda and immediately drowning his puzzled face in a sip before looking back at Ava. His breathless smile turns into misconstrued realization. “Oh, is this like an allegory or something? Like a metaphor? Bullpen, playpen? I get it. Very funny.”
But his amusement is short lived, the smile dissipating gradually the more Ava went on. His brow became knitted with confusion, his nose wrinkling in a scrunched up sort of way that betrays the lag in his brain. His eyes flickered to the playpen, then to Ava, locking with hers for a long moment before he finds the words to make his slack jaw move. They come out very softly, like it was a secret. “Is this like a sex thing?”
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“Mister Sm— Oh, you mean Gregg. Yes, of course. That car is worth more than I am.” He chuckled light-heartedly, brushing off the strange question. He hadn’t thought much of being talked down to. James could handle a little hazing in exchange for what he was being given.
He stepped inside with a murmur of thanks, noting the lack of shoes and instinctively taking his own off as well. “Nice place!” He breathed, setting his shoes to the side and following Ava into the living room. “Drink as in-? Whatever you have is fine. I’m not driving.” The little joke was accompanied by a flash of a smile as he looks around the room.
His eyes settle on the oversized playpen in front of the television. Not oversized so much as to make James suspicious. No. Being an only child he had no experience with babies. He didn’t think anything of it, but it was enough to prompt a question. “Do you have kids? I’m sorry, I’ll keep it down. I didn’t know.”
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A car junkie by heritage, James had to take a moment to fawn over the vehicle in front of his old style apartment. He tried to strike up conversation with Gregg but couldn’t seem to get past pleasantries. “Not a talker. Fair enough.” He was more than content to enjoy a drive in a vehicle worth more money than he’d made in his life. He couldn’t help but be a little excitable. “I feel like I’m famous!”
Invigorated by his journey over, James had forgotten his nerves at the door when he arrived at Ava’s estate. He gave it a confident knock, stepping back with his fingers drumming on the pockets of his jeans, rocking back and forth on his heels in anticipation. When the door was opened he straightened up like a soldier at attention, taking the initiate as the first to speak.
“Miss Jordan. Sorry- Ava. Great to see you. Thanks for having me. I-“ His blue eyes darted up and down her figure, creating a smile that was comforted by her casual clothing. It made him feel overdressed. “I gotta say, you’ve got an excellent ride out there.” He looked over his shoulder, bringing his thumb to his mouth to trim back the edge of his nail. “I can’t wait for the ride home. In due time of course!”
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Spencer hadn’t priced the full extent of Cody’s attire until he emerged from the ball pit. His eyes widened slightly and he tried to suppress his judgement, kicking himself for his hypocrisy when he himself was also dressed like a baby. A few months ago he would have tried to make excuses, but now he felt he had no right. Cody was him and he was Cody. He could spare a little compassion.
”Hey so, since there’s two of us...” There’s the bargaining voice. Mya would know it all too well. A remnant of his days at Carmen-Weller politely coming forward to propose an idea. “I think it makes sense that we play some of the funner games. I’d like to try that one.” At the more mature end of the room were a set of chairs stationed in front of steering wheels and arcade screens. Flashing letters spell out “Dirty Drivin’” and sound effects of engines revving and tires squealing enticing them in.
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“Right. Ava.” James took the time in her explanation to compose himself, his breathing levelling as the comfort of the promise of employment fully set in. He didn’t think to ask questions. He was too grateful to question her generosity. Nodding fervently, the young man took the paper into one hand and with the other reached out to shake hers. “I’ll look forward to it. Thank you Miss Jordan- er, Ava. I won’t let you down.”
Over the next few days James had time to compile his questions, and take plenty from his former coworkers in the mailroom. A few lies, a few beers and a lot of “I don’t knows” should normally be troubling, but James naively trusted this woman. He thought back to the tone she had taken with him and the way it had made him feel. Open, vulnerable, protected. He smiled to himself as he took the stairs from his third floor bachelor apartment, dressed in jeans and a navy sweater in lieu of a jacket. Maybe he was infatuated. She was beautiful after all; smart, successful, compassionate. And there he was, standing on the street in wait of her; tired, underqualified but eager to please. Finally a meaningful opportunity was presenting itself and he wasn’t going to let it slip away. This was his big break.
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“Lucky.” Spencer murmurs. He looks up as he sees Mya coming over. His voice gets a slightly more babyish tinge to it. “Mommy this is Cody. Could he come hang out with us? You know...play?” He turns to Cody. “If you want, I mean.” He didn’t know how little Cody was supposed to be or whether his Daddy would approve of them spending time together, but it made Spencer feel better. Cody felt like a connection to the adult life he had left behind.
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Spencer nearly missed catching the ball, hastily grabbing it out of the air and rotating it in his hands. “You get to play those at home? My Mommy won’t let me play with big boy thing.” He clears his throat. “I mean adult stuff. We’re not even together.” He sticks a hand in the ball pit and shuffles the balls around, listening to them shift and rumble. “I’d love to get out of here. Play some real games, you know?” He brightens up, but his smile fades quickly, remembering the boy in the elevator. “But we know how that’ll end.”
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“What?” Spencer quickly looked over his shoulder at Mya to make sure she wasn’t doing the same. It made him a little nervous. “Are you two together or..?” He didn’t want to assume their dynamic. Seeing Cody relax, he tried to do the same, his eyes wandering to the cooler games that the older littles got to play. “My Mommy- er... yeah, my Mommy said I’d get to play arcade games. Apparently not, right?” He picks up a bright red ball and frowns before tossing it across the pit.
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The diapered man looked back at Mya, searching for another caregiver that may match with the boy in the pit before he sighs and begins to wade in. He liked the feeling of the plastic balls all around him. It made him feel little, but he was convinced it was because he was starved for something to do. He wasn’t sure about the other baby. What if he was just another little having a tantrum? He didn’t know what to do.
Still, he made his way over to the boy, dressed in his onesie with a pacifier dangling from a clip. And here he was agreeing with him. “You too?” He gives him a sympathetic smile, lightening up a little. “Hey. I’m Spencer.” He lowers his voice significantly. “You don’t look like you want to be here.”
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Spencer hesitated, toddling alongside his Mommy and stopping at the edge of the ball pit. He looked at the boy sitting there, looking embarrassed and annoyed. He could relate to him. He was about to start wading in before he stopped himself. “Wait.” He takes his pacifier out of his mouth and lowers his voice. “A bunch of people have been in here. What if they-“ and without thinking, he uses his baby voice. “-went potty in the ball pit?”
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“You mean it?” The words came out of him without thought. “I mean- thank you! Ma’am. Thank you so much. I know my credentials aren’t all that and all but I’ve got the drive. It’s been really hard for me and, well, you don’t need to hear it.” He chuckles the thought away, feeling a flood of relief wash over him. Neither his name nor the hand on his shoulder mattered now that he had job security.
“So... uh, what would you like me to do? When can I start? You name it, I’m there. I can do weekends, nights, abroad. Really, I’m easy.”
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James took a few cautious steps into the office, flashing an insincere smile of gratitude to the receptionist and stifling a sniff of emotion at what was to come. His heart was pounding. He already knew what was coming but he wished so desperately that he could put a pause on it.
He was still chewing at his thumbnail as he walked into the room, his inner dialogue making the situation all the more worse. He clears his throat before speaking in an effort to rid himself of the lump that had formed, resulting in a slightly squeaky start. “You as w—You as well.”
The young man felt half his size when she turned around. He lowered his thumb from his mouth, abandoning his chewing habit and blinking away his fears for the sake of professionalism. He’d change in tone took him off guard. It comforted him. Hastily he tried to answer her question, giving his head a quick shake for clarity.
“I know why I’m here. Miss Jordan, ma’am, I don’t know what I can say to make you reconsider. I’ve never done this before; I’ve never been let go, so I’ll probably make a fool of myself here but I’m willing to swallow my pride. I’m a hard worker. I’m punctual and I’m on time and I’m never late, and-“
He obediently sits down when the gesture is made.
”And I love working for Harris Industries. A week tomorrow will be one year. If you could find the space for me I promise I’ll make it worth your while. And if you-“ His voice catches and he clears his throat to mask it. “-if you can’t, then I understand. At the very least maybe Ed would give me a good reference.”
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Twenty six year-old James Powell has never made much of himself. Opportunities came and went and he took what he could get, but he always found himself working dead-end jobs that just gave him enough to get by. Sal’s Kitchen, Hank’s Emporium, odd jobs, summer jobs, and everything in between. It’ll be one year ago next week that James landed a job in the mailroom of a well to-do advertising firm, and it was three days ago that he caught wind that the company was going under. Then, his buddy Patrick gave him the news that this was no longer the case. The company would survive, it’s him that wouldn’t.
“What?”
”Letting us go. They’re letting us go, Jay. Steph is up there right now. You think they’re giving her a promotion?”
”No. No, no, no- they can’t do that. I don’t have a fallback. I’m six grand in debt, I love this place. I’ll have to move back in with my parents.”
Patrick plants a hand on his shoulder.
“What I can tell you, buddy?”
James’ heart sinks.
One by one the prophecy fulfils itself. First Steph, then Dylan, then Patrick. James has already memorized the speech from three accounts as he stands in front of the new director’s office. He sucks in a deep breath and forgets how to breathe, his pale grey button-up tucked into his warehouse slacks, platinum blond hair neatly combed and re-combed. God, please give me a break. Let me be the exception. I’ll do anything you want. He puts his thumb to his mouth and tears at the corner of his fingernail as he steps into the room.
It’s out of his hands.
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Spencer had gone to a few adult baby shops since he started being Mya’s baby. The big stores sold bouncers and strollers and car seats with five point straps. This one had all sorts of toys and clothes: onesies and bibs and blue bonnets for boys, booties and diapers of all varieties. Spencer avoided it and went to the toy section. He paused briefly in front of the baby toys: soft blocks, rattles and teethers like he had in his play pen. Further down were the better toys. Toys for big kids, not babies like him.
He looks at the prices, ever the frugal economist, then decides that he deserves something big for a change. If he can’t play the fun games, he should be able to get something good. So he points at a remote controlled helicopter and looks at Mya. “That one, Mommy.”