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TW/CWs: Swearing
!!!! This chapter has age regression in it, which is a completely sfw coping mechanism. If you are a little and not in a safe place to possibly slip please don't read this right now. If you are uncomfortable with this, you can skip this chapter!!!!
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The door to a modest two-story apartment creaks open, bells on the wreath jingling softly. As the exhausted creeper hybrid struggles with his boots, footsteps rapidly descend the stairs.
"Sam!" A magma cube hybrid runs at him, engulfing him in a tight one-armed hug. The taller silently hugs back with a sigh, rubbing his husbands head softly.
When there no response except the head rubs and sigh, Ponk looks up, "Rough day?"
Sam only nods.
"Awww it's okay. C'mon we can order Chinese and when you're up to it you can tell me what stupid thing Becky did today," Ponk murmurs into the green-haired man's shoulder.
At the mention of the sour woman's name the creeper hybrid's face scrunches up like he ate a lemon. He frees himself from the hug to sign 'bitch'.
Snorting, Ponk nods knowingly, "Yes, Sam, you hate her, she's a bitch, the office Karen, etc etc."
The taller nods vehemently, continuing to make faces and sign various swears.
Ponk notices this change from his usually stoic manner and realizes what's most likely going on. With a soft smile he gently rubs the taller's shoulder to get his attention before making eye contact and asking, "Sam my Kale Bunch are you feeling little?"
The green-eyed man shakes his head rapidly while signing 'no' repeatedly.
"Spinach," The magma cube hybrid says, the nickname making the already fuzzy man slip fully into little space.
He nods guiltily, staring determinedly at the floor.
"It's okay Celery, I'm not mad. Can you show me how old you are?"
After a moment of consideration Sam holds up four fingers proudly.
"Awww my big Mint Leaf. Are you big enough to go change while I order food?"
The mentally younger man nods, determined to make his Ponkie proud of him. Though of course, the mentally older would be proud of him no matter what. Sam scurries away, going up the stairs on all fours like a monkey.
"Okay go on little Jalapeno, do you want your usual?"
Halfway up the stairs, Sam turns back long enough to sign 'yes' before continuing up to his room.
Fifteen minutes later- thank god they live in a neighborhood close to the restaurants they like- Ponk calls up the stairs to where he had heard Sam thumping around happily, "Food's here!"
This sentence sends what sounds like a herd of elephants tumbling down the stairs. When the noise reaches the bottom, it only reveals Sam, now dressed in a space onesie, little astronaut stuffie held tightly in one hand.
"Oh, don't you look handsome little Artichoke!"
Sam tugs on his husband's pant leg while the magma cube hybrid is getting plates ready for the pair.
"What's up Arugula?"
Shyly, the little holds up three, then two fingers before pointing to himself.
"You're two?"
'No'.
"Between two and three?"
The creeper hybrid nods before attaching himself to Ponk's leg like a barnacle.
"Thank you for telling me Lettuce, such a good boy!"
Ponk finishes up getting food for both of them with Sam still latched onto his leg. It's a bit of a struggle to get to the table, but the magma cube hybrid somehow makes it without spilling Chinese food all over the floor.
Setting both plates down carefully, the mentally older helps the creeper hybrid into his chair.
Sam looks between the plate and his caregiver with something close to awe.
"Everything okay, Green Bean?"
With a grin bright enough to light up the city, the creep hybrid signs, 'nuclear meatballs' while pointing ecstatically at the pork balls in sweet red sauce.
"Yeah, you like the- the nuclear meatballs, right?"
Wide smile somehow getting even bigger, the little nods hard enough to nearly give himself whiplash.
Dinner is a quietly chaotic affair, Sam clumsily signing and complaining about his office coworkers. Occasionally Ponk will have to cut something up a bit smaller for his husband.
After the dishes have been put in the dishwasher, Ponk looks down at the little playing happily by his feet, "Do you want angel milk and cuddles by the fire?"
"Mmm!" the creeper hybrid squeaks, singing 'yes' repeatedly.
"Okay do you want to go get a few of your stuffies?"
Making a happy hissing noise, Sam scurries off to his room, obviously to grab more of his stuffed animals.
Little Sam squeaks happily when Ponk walks into the room with a sippy cup filled with the sweet milk.
"Broccoli, did you go get all your stuffies?"
The creeper hybrid nods, guilty but mischievous smile only half hidden by his small pile of stuffed animals.
"It's okay little Pea, c'mere," Ponk sets the sippy cup down on the closest table, grabbing a blanket from the basket. Gently, trying to avoid squishing his husband, the magma cube hybrid scoots in behind Sam. After getting the blanket sorted – rather hard between a one-armed adult and a mental toddler- Ponk hands Sam his sippy cup of angel milk.
The creeper hybrid takes it with happy babbles, drinking while his caregiver plays with his scruffy green hair. Squirming around a bit, Sam's able to face his husband and pulls the angel milk away long enough to mutter, "Ganks, Ponkie."
Soft smile widening, Ponk boops Sam's nose before hugging him, "No problem my Brussel Sprout, Merry Christmas."
"Merr' C'istmas."
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