Partners in Crime (Age Regression One Shots)

Dinner (Wren)

'Bubba, I'm not going to be telling you again. Let Daddy get you dressed"

David stood in the doorway, half dressed himself. He used his 'im not messing around here' tone and it seemed to set wren straight, but not without a little whining.

"C'mon baby bear, if we do this quickly you can play little more before we leave"
I had wrens fancy little dress shirt, pants and shoes all laid out. He was fed, changed, all that was left was to get dressed and wren was not happy about it. He whined to me.
"Daddy pease, no wanna wear 'at"
"Well why baby?"
"I- I wanna wear dwess, pease dada"

"You should've dressed him earlier then we wouldn't be dealing with this"
David said, irking me. I know he's stressed out about this whole thing but that doesn't mean he should be getting all snippy now.

David's boss had been holding his bi-monthly vampire dinner parties since the beginning of his career, and once David was high enough on the ladder we always had a guaranteed spot at the table.

However since our little wren had arrived we'd been turning down the invites, deciding between us that even if family members are welcome we'd wait until wren was settled in before bringing him along.

"Well if you'd just let him wear the dress"
I retorted back, David gave me a stare.
"As I've said before, Mr Ambrose is a very traditional man-"
He walked over to wren and leaned down.
"And sweetie sometimes were not able to do everything we want to do, and you just have to get through it, ok? You're fine bubba"

He straightened back up and left to continue getting dressed. I wanted to slap him on the back of the head but I held myself back. I took wren into my arms and hugged him tight.
"Papa's being so stupid baby bear, I'm sorry"
Wren snuggled up to me
"He's just very stressed about this whole dinner thing so we have to be on our best behaviour me and you, make sure Papa's not stressing himself to bits, ok?"

I felt wren nod.
"Now how about getting dressed?"
"Oki"
Wren answered, clearly saddened, but I had a little idea to cheer him up.

I slipped the shirt over his arms and buttoned it up. Wren pulled at the collar and I undid the top button so he could be a bit comfier.

"Baby bear look"
Wren looked up to me and I showed him the socks he'd be wearing. They appeared to be just plain black.
"They've got little smiley faces on them!"
I handed wren a sock and he smiled a little, waving it at me.
"Happy sock!"
"They certainly are happy socks, now let's get them on"
Wren happily kicked his feet once the socks were on.

I pulled up the trousers, the strechty waist snapping into place around wren. I picked wren up and carried him over to the wardrobe.

"I know you wanted to wear a dress baby-"
Wren wrested his head on my shoulder, sticking his thumb in his mouth. I pulled it away, cooing for a moment
"-but I think we can have you just as cute in a jumper.."

Wren didn't respond so I took that as incentive to pick something out. I took out his sprinkle sweater. I held it up for deliberation and Wren sheepishly shook his head.
"Sowwy"
He said as I put it back. I gave his nose a little boop.
"No need to be sorry baby bear, you're wearing the clothes, you should get a say"

I pulled out a light blue jumper with little clouds on it. Wren perked up and reached a hand out to it. I let him feel it with a little smile on his face.
"Like it daddy"
He whispered in my ear.

"Wonderful darling, we can finish getting you dressed then"
I carried Wren back to the changing table, sitting him down.
"Arms up"

He put his arms up and slipped the jumper over his little shirt. Then I slipped the black shoes on his feet. Wren was all ready. I picked him back up.
"Why don't we go see how Papa's doing?"