Ethan whined. Jack was coming tomorrow. He wasn’t as nervous as when Bob and Wade had come to visit, but somehow this was bigger. Jack was special and, as embarrassing as it was to admit, Ethan looked up to him. And here he was, a pathetic little baby.
Thankfully he had his Daddy and Papa there to make things better, with cuddles and Memo and dino nuggets. Oh and Chica, cuz she was the bestest Doggo ever ever ever!
“Gonna miss this,” Ethan mumbled against Daddy’s chest.
“Miss what baby?” Tyler asked, tucking the blanket tighter around them in their pillow fort.
“Bein little while Jack’s here,” Ethan answered, popping his paci into his mouth. “Can’ do it.”
“Why not?” Mark asked curiously.
“Jack can’ know bowt dis,” Ethan shrugged. “Embawasin.”
“Baby there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Tyler said gently. “You don’t plan to stop wearing your special diapers to bed, do you?”
Ethan whined and buried his face in Daddy’s chest. “Maybe.” Tyler just sighed and held the boy close. “It’ll be okay baby. We’ll figure it out. And don’t even think about not padding up before bed.”
“Daaaadyyyy!” Ethan whined, Mark couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him.
* * * *
Jack was also nervous. He’d been to America before. He’d stayed with Mark before. But… he could push his little side away before. Not only that but he was still feeling it out, exploring before. Now he knew what he was, and oh boy was he something. Whenever he was little… he was a girl. And he enjoyed things like hairbows and dresses, dolls, Barbies… but the worst part was he was a pathetic bedwetter. He just had to keep it together until he got home. In two weeks. He could do that… right?
Well it wasn’t like he had much choice. Mark, Tyler, and Amy were waiting at the airport for him. All three eagerly greeted the green-haired boy, hugs and kisses abound.
“Dude we have sooo much planned! Disney, a livestream, six flags, lots and LOTS of movies and Ethan even has a few collabs he wants to do with you!” Mark babbled.
“Speakin’ of which where is the little guy?” Jack asked.
“He’s at home with Katherine. They had a few things they needed to do before you got there,” Amy quickly jumped in.
* * * *
What was really happening was Katherine babysitting while Ethan colored a welcome picture for Jack, trying to age up. “That’s such a pretty picture Ethan,” She praised. “I’m sure Jack is going to love it.”
“I hope,” Ethan sighed. He continued coloring, until finally he stood up and stretched. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay baby,” Katherine said.
“Not a baby,” Ethan mumbled, stumbling down the hall to the bathroom. He sighed, splashing some water on his arms and face. The in-between space was the hardest. He could fight to get up but it was easier to just get down. But Dad- TYLER, had asked him to try and age up, just until nap time. To which Ethan had quickly protested until Papa butted in with the fact that Jack would probably want to sleep too, since he had been on a plane and gone through timezone changes.
Ethan sighed. He could do this. He could do this… right? He didn’t get much of a chance to think about it because all of a sudden he heard Chica barking and doors opening and closing. Ethan gave his thumb a quick suck before heading downstairs. He found Chica attacking Sean, the Irishman laughing as the dog eagerly kissed him. Tyler smiled at him and Mark waved, before clearing his throat.
“Jack, this is Ethan. Ethan, this is Jack,” Mark quickly supplied. The two boys shared, nervous glances, but both bravely smiled.
“Nice ta meet ya,” Jack supplied. “I’d shake yer hand but it’s covered in doggy slobber.”
Ethan giggled. “Yeah, Chica’s pretty good at welcoming people. And marking things by licking.”
Jack smiled and laughed. Okay, the kid was adorable.
“So anyways…” Mark said. Quickly trying to move into a huge conversation about the livestream. Ethan admitted he probably should have been paying attention, but… well he couldn’t help staring at Jack’s ass. Now, Ethan wasn’t a creep, but he had been in pull-ups since high school. He knew a padded butt when he saw it. And Sean McLoughlin most definitely had a padded bum. Only question (or one of several) was… why?
* * * *
Jack was nervous. So was Ethan. Jack had made it through two movies and lunch before the jet lag finally caught up with him. He knew it was safer to admit that he needed a nap than to risk falling asleep on the couch. He had stuck a package of his diapers in his luggage, but he still wasn’t sure how he was supposed to deal with things if he… if he wet the damn thing. But he also knew he couldn’t afford to not wear it, seeing as the alternative was having to explain to his best friend why he had wet his bed. So on the diaper went. As he snuggled up under the covers, he also pulled out his little sheep lovey, something he’d found on Etsy that was too cute not to have. Yup, he and Baba (such a creative name) were the bestest of friends.
* * * *
Down the hall, Ethan was having similar insecurities, only he had Daddy and Papa to complain to.
“Don’t need a nap,” He declared.
“Yes you do,” Tyler said casually, still gathering up the diaper supplies. “Monkeys or rockets?”
Ethan blushed. He really needed the rocket-patterned diapers, but he decided to be stubborn. “Monkeys,” He declared. “And I’m not taking a nap!”
“Ethan, don’t argue with your Daddy,” Mark scolded gently. “You know he’s just trying to take care of you. And little boys who want to stay up late need naps.” Ethan sighed dramatically, falling back onto the bed.
“Thank you,” Tyler said with a smile, coming over and starting the process of changing Ethan for naptime.
* * * *
The night was really nice. Everyone (Amy and Katherine included) had just sat around, watching movies. Katherine had brought the good liquor, and of course everyone was just a little turnt by the end of the next movie. Then Amy brought out just Dance. Mark, being the most sober, just observed the gaggle of idiots stumble their way through some poor choreography. Eventually though, he had to herd a nearly passed out Jack to bed, while Tyler dealt with Ethan.
“Mmmark! Markimoo!” Jack giggled. “Mark funny.”
“Uh huh, just a barrel of laughs I am,” Mark said, brushing the comment off. “How much did you have?”
“I had dis many,” Jack answered, holding up five fingers.
“Jesus you can hold your liquor,” Mark said, tumbling into Jack’s room with the drunk Irishman. Jack giggled, flopping down on the bed with glee. “I trust you can dress yourself. You know where the bathroom is, goodnight.”
“Ni ni,” Jack giggled. He simply stripped down to his underwear, tugging Baba close. Mark sighed, going down the hall to check on Ethan and Tyler.
“And they all lived happily ever after,” Tyler said, closing the story book he was reading. Ethan was fast asleep beside him. Tyler smiled, kissing the boy’s forehead. “Sweet dreams baby.” Tyler looked up at Mark, a small smirk on his lips. “Whatcha thinking?”
“How hilarious it is to watch drunk people play just dance,” Mark joked. “Really, why weren’t we recording?”
“Hardy har Mark. Now really, what’s on your mind?” Tyler asked seriously.
“I dunno. Just kinda… i dunno,” Mark shrugged.
“Well when you figure it out lemme know. Is Jack okay? He seemed kinda… iffy,” Tyler worried.
“And you call me the mother hen in this dynamic,” Mark snorted. “He’s fine. He’ll have a hangover and so will the baby, so make sure we go easy tomorrow.” Tyler nodded, saying goodnight before heading down the hall to his room. Mark followed suit.
* * * *
It was 3 in the morning when she woke up. Jack rolled over. Her head was pounding, and the world was slightly spinny. But that wasn’t even what woke her up. What woke her up was how warm and sticky her thighs were becoming. She gasped as she realized what had happened, utterly powerless as she took in the wet bed beneath her. She nervously peeled back the covers, tears forming in her eyes as she realized the gravity of her situation. Now she’d really done it. Here he was, a pathetic excuse of a friend, and now she’d gone and wet the bed and of course it would push her into little space. She was never ever gonna live this-
“Jack?” Ethan asked. The tiny girl whined, looking up in panic, her face a mess of tears and snot. Ethan took a look at Jack, then at the bed, and then it all clicked. Jack was a little. He was probably scared out of his wits, and he needed a Daddy. Oh! “Hey, it’s okay,” Ethan said, trying to sound just like Daddy always did whenever he was upset.
“No,” Jack said, and his voice was so hopelessly tiny. They needed Daddy, most definitely.
“It’s okay,” Ethan said, sticking his thumb in his mouth and leaning against the doorframe. “Dis happens to wots of peepwe.” Jack looked at him, confusion apparent through the tears. Ethan blushed, but tugged his sleep pants down just enough to reveal the waistband of his own diaper. “You trust me?” Jack slid her own thumb into her mouth, nodding and shakily getting up. Ethan took the little’s other hand, leading him down the hall to Tyler’s room. Jack paused at the door, again unsure.
“Ty nice?” He asked.
“Uh huhs. He the nicest Daddy ever. Pinky promise,” Ethan quickly assured. The two opened the door, and Ethan ran ahead, poking Tyler’s shoulder. “Daddy?”
“Hmm?” Tyler said, barely awake as he took in the sight of the tiny blue boy in front of him. “What’s wrong Eth?”
“I can’t sleep and Jack had an oopsie,” Ethan quickly explained. Tyler looked over at the door, seeing a shaking, green-haired baby in the frame.
“Ethan, go wake up Papa for me, okay? Tell him we need his help,” Tyler instructed. Ethan nodded seriously, running off. Tyler, meanwhile, got up, taking Jack’s hand. “Hey, you’re okay. It happens.”
“Ick,” Jack hiccupped.
“I know. Come on, let’s see if we can’t fix that, hmm?” Tyler took him into the bathroom, starting the water, fiddling with the “Grown up” sleepy-time soap (read, lavender bath salts). That always calmed Ethan down when he was upset, and it usually did help him to sleep. However, Jack remained a squirmy mess behind him, and it wasn’t until he heard the small pitter-patter of liquid hitting the floor and more hiccups did Tyler even turn around. It seemed Jack had had a second accident. “Aw kiddo. Come on,” Tyler said, quickly moving to undress him. “You’re pretty worked up, hmm? Nothing a quick bath can’t fix. Then we’ll get you all cozy in a nice pull-up and jammies while we cuddle. Or maybe you and Mark should cuddle, hmm? It’s up to you. But if Ethan’s awake he’ll probably want me. He’s silly that boy. And he never likes bedtime for some reason.”
This elicited a giggle out of Jack, which Tyler considered a win. He quickly plunked the Irishman into the tub.
* * * *
Mark had to admit, he knew there was a reason Jack had all those little girl bows and the ever growing lego collection. He probably should have seen this sooner. Oh well. He had a spastic toddler too eager to help his Papa, and another, probably smaller little that needed a good cuddle and some care. Ethan was bound to get jealous. There was only one thing to do in this situation.
“Why don’t we make a blanket fort?” Mark suggested to Ethan. Ethan squealed, jumping up and down. “Shh. Go get our pillows and blankets and meet me in the living room, okay?” The boy nodded, running off. Mark shook his head. That boy was something else. He then moved to get Jack some clothes. He rummaged through the suitcase, but at the bottom he found what he needed; a nightgown. Oddly enough, underneath that was a thicker, tape diaper. Hmm. that was worth figuring out. He also saw a lovey blanket that looked like a sheep on the floor. He smiled. Jack was bound to be precious. He took the pilfered items with him to the bathroom, where Tyler was drying off the green-haired baby.
“Hey buddy,” Mark cooed. Jack blushed, but reached for his lovey. Mark quickly handed it over, smiling at how his little friend nuzzled it close. “Now then, how about we get you all comfy cozy, hmm?”
Jack chewed on the ear of the sheep, eyeing Mark nervously. “Why you gots Baba?” He asked. “And my Pony jammies?” He asked.
“I figured they would help you feel more comfy,” Mark said easily. “Now, do you wanna get dressed or run around nakie?”
Jack giggled. “Nakie’s fun,” He answered.
Mark smiled, scooping Jack up with a coo. “Nakie is fun, but it's for bath time. Let’s get you in a nice diapee, and then we can go cuddle up with Ethan, hmm?”
“No! Don’t need a diapee! Big boy!” Jack whined, squirming in Mark’s arms.
“Well, we have a rule that if someone has an accident, they have to wear at least a pull-up the rest of the day,” Mark explained calmly. “If you’re still dry by the time you wake up, I’ll put you back in big boy pants, deal?” Jack sighed, but nodded, still pouting. Mark laid the boy on the bed, grabbing one of Ethan’s monkey-patterned pull-ups and sliding it up Jack’s slender hips. That done, he quickly had the nightgown on the little.
“Mar’? I seepy,” Jack whined.
Mark chuckled. “Come on, I’ve got something downstairs that might help with that,” He said, scooping the little up. Jack nuzzled into his shoulder, sucking his thumb. “No baby, thumbs are icky,” He said, quickly replacing it with one of Ethan’s pacifiers. Jack whined, blushing heavily, but still sucked experimentally at it. It wasn’t so bad. As Mark carried him downstairs, he saw the living room had been transformed into a pillow fort,Ethan tearing out every single movie from the cabinet. Tyler was nowhere to be seen, so he was presumably making bottles of warm milk to try and get a certain blue haired baby to sleep.
“Hi Papa! Lookie lookie! I gots aaaaall da movies out!” Ethan proudly declared.
“I see, but you made quite a mess. Why don’t you pick two movies out and then clean up?”
“Awww! That’s no fun,” Ethan pouted.
“It’s almost three in the morning Ethan,” Tyler yawned. “You need to sleep.”
“Noooo! Don’t wanna!” Ethan whined.
“I’ll feed you your babaaa,” Mark offered softly, Jack nuzzled further into his shoulder, practically asleep as he was. Ethan frowned. Since when did Jack get all of Papa and Daddy’s attention?!
“Come on Ethan,” Tyler yawned, nudging the boy towards the fort. Ethan whined, crawling away, pushing against his daddy.
“No! Still gotta pick a movie!” He declared, crawling back towards the pile of movies on the floor. Mark just shook his head, snuggling up with Jack within the fort. The boy whined when Mark pulled away.
“Shh, just hold on,” Mark said, quickly covering the baby and popping the nipple of his bottle into his mouth. Jack suckled happily. This was the most content he had ever been in little space, and that’s how he fell asleep.
* * * *
Jack whined, shifting nervously. He’d never had much luck with pull-ups, and this morning wasn’t an exception. His breath hitched as he realized that, while the blankets were only slightly damp, his clothes for sure were. He really, really hated being wet.
“Hmm? Oh baby,” Tyler mumbled, waking up enough to pull Jack close. “It’s okay. It happens sometimes. No big deal. Hey, don’t cry, okay? We can fix this.”
“Hmm? Jack okay?” Ethan yawned, waking up enough to see his Daddy and his friend cuddled up. That was irritating. But he supposed Jack was the guest and he was littler, so he could share. For now. When he was dry though, he needed to establish that Tyler was HIS Daddy.
“Jackie,” The little mumbled.
Tyler raised an eyebrow. “Jackie?” He asked, wanting to make sure he heard the little in his arms correctly.
Jackie nodded. “Mmhmms. Girl,” He mumbled, hiding herself in Tyler’s chest.
Tyler smiled. “It’s okay little lady,” He encouraged. “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up, hmm? Then we can have breakfast and you and Ethan can play the day away. How does that sound?” Jack nodded, still not looking up from Tyler’s chest. The taller male just patted her back, taking them both out of the fort. Ethan pouted. Not fair! That was his Daddy! Why was Jackie bein’ so needy?! He decided two could play that game. If Jack was gonna take his daddy, then he would take Papa! That would show him. He nuzzled against Mark, clinging to him like a monkey.
“Hmm? Ethan what’s wrong?” the brunette asked sleepily, barely awake enough to comprehend.
“Want cuddles!” Ethan whined, nuzzling into Mark. The older of the two sighed, pulling the baby close. And so the jealousy began…