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It's been a few months since Courtney and Shayne got their new apartment together, and they both finally felt at home.
It had been hard for Courtney to regress for a while in the new environment, but now they're thriving living with their papa for the first time, being able to regress whenever without having to worry about supervision being a freeing experience for them.
Today however, was a scheduled little Saturday. A day left empty for the two of them to relax and play.
“Have anything you wanna do today, princess?” Shayne asks as he puts some Eggo waffles in front of them, placing a cup of syrup next to it.
They shrug, ripping a piece off the waffle and dunking in the syrup before carefully popping it in their mouth, not wanting to get syrup on their Spider-Man shirt.
Shayne places down his own food and sits down, taking a sip of his coffee, “Any ideas?” He questions, grabbing some of the fruit from the center of the table and passing it to them.
“Kinda?” They admit hesitantly, grabbing strawberries and dropping them on top of their waffles, taking a sip of their juice.
He looks at them carefully as he takes a bite of his food. “Why are you nervous, baby?” he asks gently, holding his hand out over the table.
They grab his hand gratefully. “What if you no like idea?” They mumble, shoving a strawberry in their mouth.
“If I'm not up for something, I'll tell you, but I'll never be upset or anything,” he assures them, lightly squeezing their hand.
Courtney hums, taking their hand back to continue eating and Shayne drops the topic, bringing up a funny story from work yesterday instead.
After they finish breakfast, Courtney sits on the couch next to Shayne, resting their head on his shoulder.
“Wanna play pretend.” They start and he nods, wrapping his arm around them.
“Pretending is fun.” He tells them genuinely, “What do you wanna be?”
They look up at him hesitantly, “I be me.” They tell him
He raises an eyebrow, “If you're you, who am I?” He asks curiously, rubbing their back reassuringly.
“Papa be little.” They say quietly and he chuckles.
“That sounds fun.” He assures them, “As long as you're not attempting to overthrow my authority.” He jokes.
Courtney giggles and shakes their head, “Papa in charge even if baby.” They confirm, standing up.
They look at him curiously as they go back up to their room. “This ok?” They clarify as they climb into their bed.
“I wouldn't agree to it if I wasn't ok with it.” He promises, “And just like you, if I don't like something I can say stop and it ends.”
Courtney nods again, a smile slowly spreading on their face as they hop off the bed and dig into the closet.
“Whatcha looking for, squirt?” He asks curiously, making sure things are put back correctly.
“Outfit.” They tell him, “Gotta dress baby.” They add, pulling out their bin of baby stuff.
Shayne laughs, “I'm gonna be a baby?” He asks, sitting next to them on the floor as they look for something they think will fit him.
They shrug, pulling out a sleeper that's big on them and holding it out to him. “Baby change.”
He nods, rolling his eyes as Courtney immediately covers their eyes, and quickly changes, before sitting down again.
“Done,” he says and they open their eyes, a smile on their face.
“Cute baby,” they coo, digging through the bin to pull out a pacifier.
Courtney pushes themself up to their feet, “Wait,” they tell him, running towards the bathroom to rinse it off before coming back and handing it to him.
Without hesitation he pops it into his mouth, sucking tentatively, but ultimately keeping it still in his mouth.
They smile, clipping it to his outfit. “Baby Shayne.” They coo, hugging him, giggling as he clumsily hugs them back.
“We play downstairs,” they say excitedly as they stand up, pulling Shayne to his feet.
They grab their favorite stuffed animal, Horsey, off the bed and hand him to Shayne. He clutches the toy in the hand not holding theirs as they lead him downstairs.
Courtney takes him to the toy box and he sits down in front of it, looking up at them inquisitively as he sucks on the pacifier a couple times.
“What baby wanna play?” They ask, as they sit down and open the toy box.
He hums, pulling himself to his knees and looking into the box, pulling out a container of Duplo and dropping it on the ground as he falls back to sitting.
“We build!” Courtney says excitedly, dumping the blocks on the floor.
Shayne reaches down and grabs a block, grasping it in his fist before grabbing another and hitting them against each other with a big smile on his face.
Courtney giggles, “Gotta put together, not hit.” They explain, gently grabbing his hands to readjust the blocks to connect.
He hums and reaches for another block and connects it to the other two, looking over at them for approval.
“Good job baby!” Courtney praises, kissing his cheek before turning to the blocks again to decide what they want to build.
Suddenly they feel hard plastic on their cheek as Shayne leans over and kisses their cheek through the pacifier before going back to clumsily putting Duplo bricks together.
Courtney grins, picking blocks up to build a castle, occasionally looking up to check on the baby.
“What baby making?” They ask as they start building the shape of their castle.
Shayne hums, holding the blocks he’s connecting out at them and they giggle.
“Baby can’t talk,” they tell themself, “Too little,” but Shayne nods anyway, handing one of his bricks to them with a small smile.
This activity manages to hold Courtney’s attention for a long time, building a castle and continuing to refine it, switching out bricks to find the perfect colors and shapes.
Meanwhile, Shayne was just stacking bricks in a giant tower. It would fall over and he'd just keep going, seemingly uninterested in how tall it got.
Eventually he looks at the clock and pulls the pacifier out. “What do you want for lunch, Court?”
He asks in his normal voice and they jump slightly.
“You scare me papa.” They say with a giggle, crawling into his lap.
He picks them up as he stands, carrying them to the kitchen so they can both look in the fridge.
“How do you feel about reheating the Chinese food from last night?” he asks curiously, “Or is that too spicy?”
Little Courtney did not have the love for spicy food that big Courtney did, a fairly normal trait between littles with them being more sensitive in general.
“Freezer?” they ask him and he opens it, revealing a handful of frozen foods and meals. “Nuggies? Please?”
Shayne pulls the bag out, grabbing the frozen fries with them. “Nuggets, fries, carrots, and grapes?” he suggests and they nod as he places them down.
“I help,” they tell him, opening the fridge to look for the grapes and carrots.
The two work together, Shayne placing the chicken and french fries in the air fryer while Courtney rinses the produce.
“Good job,” he praises, putting the containers back in the fridge. “I’m having water, want a juice box?”
They nod, “Apple,” they decide, pulling out two of their plates and a sippy cup out of the cabinet, a big grin on their face. “For baby.”
Shayne laughs, filling the sippy cup with water for himself and filling the two sectioned plates with their lunch, working with Courtney to carry them to the table.
“Do I need a bib too?” he jokes, tossing a grape into his mouth, “Or can we talk through lunch?”
Courtney giggles, a mischievous smile on their face. “We talk at lunch, but baby nap with me.” they bargain
“I won’t say no to a nap,” he agrees easily but they continue,
“And I give bottle.” they add quickly and he laughs, holding his hand out.
“Deal,” he says as they shake his hand, “As long as it’s not milk,”
They scrunch their nose at that, “Gross,” they mutter, “Papa want protein shake?” they ask, giggling.
Shayne laughs, “I think I’ll stick to water,” he tells them before switching to talk about Spider-Man, enjoying his ability to speak again.
The two talk through lunch, Shayne doing the dishes as Courtney dries. Normally he would do them while the little napped, so he recruited them to help him before.
“Is silly,” they tell him, gesturing to his outfit with a big smile.
“That I’m dressed like you?” he asks, but they shake their head.
“Papa dressed like baby, but being papa,” they explain, putting the towel down.
He hums, searching through the cabinet to find a bottle and filling it with water, “I’m so used to wearing different stuff at work, it’s not phasing me,” he admits, “I’m just acting,”
Courtney nods, taking the bottle when he hands it to them and following him upstairs, scooping up Horsey and an extra stuffed animal on the way up.
The two get ready for their nap before climbing into bed. Courtney hands Shayne their stuffed dog, “I want Horsey,” they explain, “So baby can have Goldie.”
Shayne leans forward and kisses the little’s forehead. “Have a good nap, princess,” he whispers before taking the toy.
“Gnight papa,” they respond with a giggle, as they gently push him to lie down, “Hi baby,” they coo as Shayne clutches the stuffed dog to his chest.
He hums, clumsily waving at them. Courtney smiles and waves back, laying down facing him.
“How do this?” they mumble to themself, trying different positions as Shayne watches with an amused smile on his face.
Eventually they decide to just go back to their original position of facing him. They hold it up to his mouth, cooing when he takes it and attempts to drink.
As opposed to littles, who have the instinct on how to do it, he doesn’t. Courtney attempts to help him as he tries to drink, eventually managing to help him find the right rhythm.
He raises his hand to cover theirs, knowing he loves it when they do it. Courtney grins, cooing again, “Baby,” they murmur lovingly, kissing his forehead.
Shayne smiles softly as they pull the empty bottle out of his mouth, enjoying watching his little be so sweet. He attempts to coo, another thing he loves when Courtney does it. They smile widely, attempting to hold him like he holds them when they sleep.
“Baby cute,” they whisper, pushing the pacifier back into his mouth. “Gnight baby, love you,”
He hums, burying his face in their neck and closing his eyes. If he’s napping he might as well enjoy it.
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Courtney wakes up from their nap before Shayne, opening their eyes and looking down at him with an amused smile.
They woke up big, something that would happen sometimes even if the whole day was set as a little day. Courtney will either stay big the rest of the day or just drop again, but right now they’re gonna watch their best friend sleep.
Shayne was a great guy, an amazing caregiver, and Courtney was scared to admit it, but they have a big crush on him.
They’ve decided to let the crush sit in the background for a while, enjoying the feeling of moving in with their caregiver before bringing something complicated like romantic feelings into it.
But looking down at him dressed in their little clothes, pacifier falling out of his mouth, stuffed dog in his arms, all because it’s what little them wanted, it was hard not to think about how much they love this man.
Courtney runs a hand through his hair, gently coaxing him awake. He stirs, the pacifier falling out of his mouth as his eyes flutter open.
“Well, aren't you cute?” Courtney teases, pushing the pacifier back into his mouth, “You make a cute baby,”
Shayne blushes lightly, spitting it back out, “Welcome back,” he mumbles, “This wasn’t embarrassing when you were little,”
They laugh, pinching his cheek, “Come on,” they whine, “I’m cute all the time, lemme enjoy the baby.”
He huffs, blush darkening, “That’s cuz you’re a little,” he reminds them halfheartedly as they return to running a hand through his hair.
Courtney pouts, “Can I have five minutes,” they beg, “Then I’ll drop again and you can stop being embarrassed,”
Shayne looks into their big eyes and sighs, knowing he can’t say no to them big or little. “You’re lucky I like you,” he mumbles, the double meaning meant only for him,
They grin excitedly, pushing the pacifier back into his mouth, “Look at the baby,” they coo, smiling lovingly at him.
“You’re ok?” they double check as he blushes again, not wanting him to actually be uncomfortable and he nods with a thumbs up.
“Good,” they murmur, pulling him into their arms again, still running their fingers through his hair.
He looks into their eyes, while trying his best to look innocent. They smile gently at him, kissing his nose and laughing as he attempts to look at his nose.
“Sometimes I forget how good of an actor you are,” they admit quietly, cupping his face.
Shayne hums, sucking on the pacifier a couple times, and they coo again. “Why are you cuter like this than any little I’ve ever seen?” they ask rhetorically.
Deciding to answer, he coos and Courtney squeaks, “That was so cute,” they gush, squeaking again when he attempts to giggle.
They pull him closer, and he tucks his face into their neck again. “I love you,” they murmur almost silently after a few minutes.
“Love you,” he mumbles back, muffled by the pacifier, and they grin.
“You’re free now,” they mumble, but he doesn’t move.
“I don’t know,” he teases, letting the pacifier fall out, “This is comfortable,”
Courtney laughs, pushing him away, “It is, but I wanna play monster trucks with my papa and I can feel myself dropping,” they tell him, “We can cuddle again some other time,” they add shyly
Shayne smiles as he sits up, “I’d like that,” he tells them as he stands. “I’m gonna change back to my clothes, then we can play monster trucks.”
They nod, turning around as he changes his clothes,
“Sounds perfect”