Crabby Shopping day

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Janus glared at the plate in front of him, his arms crossed in defiance. "I can feed myself, and I don't want whatever this is." He declares, pushing the plate away to prove his point.

Logan shook his head and pushed it back. "It's good Janus, and I'm feeding you because you lost that privilege." He reminds him. "Unless you want me to feed you baby food instead, open your mouth."

Janus grunted and reluctantly opened his mouth, he knew Logan would stick to his threat, and he did not want baby food again. The mush tasted disgusting, and Janus would rather not have his breath smelling like a mixture of brussel sprouts and green beans. Logan smiled slightly and pushed the plastic fork into his mouth.

"Alright, we're heading to the store today," Logan reminds Janus, watching as he scrunched up his nose in disgust as he chewed his food as slowly as he could before swallowing harshly, sticking out his tongue in disgust after.

"Can we get better food?"

"Keep that up and you'll get a timeout, there's no need to be rude."

"Hmph."

"Do you need another nap?" Logan asks. "You just had one, you'd think you'd be less crabby." He points out, giving him another forkful much to his dismay.

"I am not crabby."

Logan raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Yes, of course. Silly me." He says simply before continuing to feed him.

"Do I have to go?" Janus asks, shifting a bit, pouting at Logan.

"Of course, you're only a toddler, I can't leave you alone. Who knows how the house will look if I leave you alone." Logan insists, his lips quirking up.

Janus flushed and glared at Logan. "I'm not an actual toddler, besides, you leave me alone when you go to work."

"Exactly, so I want to spend as much time as possible babying you, so if that means merely holding your hand in the store then that's fine by me." He explains, standing up as he finished feeding Janus. With their conversation, Janus had barely noticed he had eaten it all.

"I'm not a baby." Janus insists, scowling at the table.

Logan rolled his eyes and helped Janus to his feet. "Yes, yes, you're a big boy."

"Yep, so I can wear boxers to the store right?" Janus says, glancing at Logan who thought for a moment.

"I don't know Janus, I don't want you having an accident," Logan says, though, was considering it, they would be in public after all.

"I don't have accidents during the day." He whines, cheeks going red.

Logan gave him a look before sighing. "You can wear training underwear." He tells him.

Janus continues to pout, though, he figured it was better than wearing a diaper. He shifted again before nodding. "Okayyyy,"

"Great, let's get you changed," Logan says, holding his hand as he leads him upstairs, ignoring the way Janus tried to pull his hand away.

"Logan," Janus says in an exaggerated tone. "I don't need you to hold my hand."

"I'm aware," Is all he says, leading him along to the guest bedroom, which was slowly looking like a little kids' room. Janus had a feeling if they could afford it, which they can't, the room would have a crib as well. Logan had managed to find paw patrol sheets for his adult-sized bed, along with velcro shoes in his size, which had indeed made him feel ridiculous by the small detail of being downgraded from laces to velcro. Logan had bought him other things as well, like a cute sweater and overalls, and of course, pull-ups that he has been wearing every night, and every day he either wakes up with a bursting bladder or a wet pull-up. It's humiliating.

Logan leads him to his bed, lifting him on, even when Dee is very capable of getting on himself. Janus blushed as the mattress protector crinkled beneath him, and his flustered state only advanced as he was laid down and his, thankfully, dry pull-up was tugged off. Logan still refused to allow him to wear pants, and as it's the middle of June, he can't exactly use the "I'm Cold" excuse, especially in Florida. He tried once, and Logan gave him a thin blanket instead, as he knew by Janus' sweating forehead, he was just embarrassed.

Logan left his Pikachu-designed shirt on, yes Pikachu, Logan has been buying cartoon-designed shirts and such for him as well, and he could deny that he and Logan have been obsessed with the show since they were kids. Then, Logan left the room for a moment and returned shortly with a pair of training underwear, getting Janus in them before tugging on short overalls, along with knee-high Pikachu socks to match.

Looking in the mirror, Janus felt ridiculous, but oddly enough, he still enjoyed it. Even so, he flushed and whined. "Logan, I can't wear this!" He insists, scowling.

Logan raised an eyebrow and pushes up his glasses. "It's either this or what you wear wearing before."

Janus groaned at that, but Logan, still stoned face, began leading the whining man down the stairs, getting his velcro shoes on before ushering him out. He made him sit in the backseat, which again, Janus found ridiculous, he could sit in the front!

"Logannn,"

"Janus, enough whining. Unless you want a pacifier too I'd zip up."

Janus immediately clamped his mouth shut. He hates pacifiers. They're just weird, and he doesn't suck on them, he only chews. Sucking feels weird. Which is why thank goodness, Logan hasn't forced baby bottles onto him, it would be so odd and embarrassing.

The car ride was short and practically silent after that, though, when they arrived Janus was helped out and he intertwined their fingers, sweat beginning to form on his palms as they walked in, he felt like everyone was giving him odd looks when in reality nobody cared. Logan gave his sweaty hand a reassuring squeeze before glancing at the grocery list he had made and stuffed it in his pocket.

"Grab a cart," He says, giving him the freedom to fetch it, though, as he returned he pushed it while he made Janus hold his hand again. Janus pouted but Logan ignored him.

As they collected their groceries, Janus was growing bored, and his eyes caught onto something that looked soft and fuzzy as they passed by. He stopped in place, and Logan shot him a puzzled glance.

"Yes?"

Janus peeked into the aisle and Logan followed his gaze, humming as it fell on a row of stuffed toys. "Ah, I see, you want a toy?"

Janus flushed, he didn't know it was the toy aisle, he was just curious as to what it was. But now, staring at it he couldn't help but crave a certain little blue snake with the tongue sticking out. "N...No-"

"Janus, you don't have to be embarrassed," Logan coaxes, cutting off his fib.

Janus shifted, feeling pathetic and stupid, he shouldn't want a toy, toys are for children. Logan noticed his hesitation and shook his head, leading him down the fluffy toy aisle. "You are a toddler, after all, children need toys," He adds, staying in character, it only made Janus squirm and huff.

"Not a toddler..." He grumbles with red cheeks, reluctantly reaching out for the blue snake, hugging it to his chest.

Logan smirked in victory and looked along the aisle before checking his wallet. They aren't incredibly rich, they live comfortably, but, they still have to watch their money. He figured one toy would be fine for now, once he received his paycheck and got the bills paid for the month, then more could follow, right now buying food was a priority.

"Come on Janus, let's get the rest of this week's food supply, then you can play with your new toy."

Janus hugged the snake closer, his nose scrunching up unconsciously as he scowled, the blush on his cheeks in for a permanent vacation. Logan only chuckled and grabbed on hand as they continued their shopping.

"Maybe I'll let you have some gummies when we get home, you've been a good boy after all," Logan offers, watching as Janus perks up slightly.

"Strawberry gummies?"

"Strawberry gummies."

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