My little one

Chapter 8

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Jacksons pov

I woke up to the sun lighting up the room, Bambam was still asleep on my chest snoring slightly. Letting Bambam meet other littles had been on my mind for a while. Maybe it would help him slip easier and show him his new life a bit better. Slowly I reached over to my nightstand to grab my phone, trying not to disturb the sleeping baby it took a lot longer. I knew exactly who to call...

No ones pov

Ring...

Ring...

"Hey Jackson"

"Hey, Lisa... I was thinking our little ones could have a play date today?"

"Of course, it would give us time to catch up haha... then I could also punch you."

"WHAT why?"

"Stupid, you never told me you got a little one"

"Oh sorry, it's been difficult let's just say he's a real hassle."

"Haha ok, ill be over with Jungkook in a bit ok"

"Ok bye.."

Jacksons pov

I stared in awe as Bambams eyes began to flutter open, as soon as he saw me flipped me off. Sighing I got up with him in my arms wiggling around.

"Come on Bambam corporate with me, we have guest coming over soon"

"No thanks"

No ones pov

"What do you want for breakfast," Jackson asked

"Nothing," Bambam said with a look of horror seizing his face for just a second. Hoping Jackson didn't see Bambam quickly started talking about wanting to go back to bed.

Jackson set Bambam down on the bathroom counter before heading out towards his closet.

Bambams pov

I stared at Jackson for a while as he went through all his black clothes picking stuff out. I was still tired and the last thing I wanted to deal with was people today, maybe it would give me a chance to escape...I couldn't help but feel slightly happy when I saw him approach the bathroom with two pairs of boxers. Maybe, just maybe one was for me. I hated those diapers, though I was only forced to wear them a bit I wish they didn't exist.

"Since you want to be a big boy today I guess you don't need help getting dressed then huh"

"Nope," I said not wanting to lose this newfound privilege, Jackson left just as quickly as he came. Leaving me alone in the bathroom with his clothes next to me. I couldn't help but feel a twinge in my heart, it's probably just cause I've been forced to spend so much time with him. I was rather upset when I noticed even his boxers were baggy on me, specifically the front. Damit how big can this guy be? Besides that the outfit wasn't the worst, it was one of his sweaters with a pair of sweats I assume he bought for me since they didn't hang extremely low.

After a while of staring a doorbell ringing brought me out of my head, sighing I slowly started to step out of the bathroom... wait a second what if I just hid somewhere inside this house. I could hardly remember where everything was in this big house, even if Jackson knew every room it would surely take him a while to find me. Quickly I ran out of the bathroom down the hallways trying to turn at what seemed like the best path. I found myself in an odd guest bedroom, the walls covered in random splotches of color, severely different from the rest of the house. I crawled under the bed, pulling down the covers so you couldn't see unless you lifted them up. The flooring was carpeted, quite different from the rest of the house. Most of the house had grey wooden floors with rugs scattered in just the right places. ...