Take 2 Times 2? Future Book 3?

16 Nightmares, Tests, Reward

Max's POV

Practice makes perfect. At least that's what some people say. But for me, it sorta hurts. It's nothing I can't handle at least now. Husky is even doing better. He only spent 2 days in diapers. Our Little talk helped him and our Big talk helped me. After my first sleepover, I woke up in a bad way. I had one of the worse nightmares I had ever had. I was hitting and kicking Husky in my sleep. And he woke me up and had to hold me for like hours before I would calm down. I was so scared and panicked I wouldn't let him go. Both Wolf and Panther were up and they came in my room to see what was happening. I wouldn't let anyone but Husky touch me. I just couldn't break contact with him.

I felt really bad after, not just for hitting and kicking him either. I was all hot and sweaty, but that wasn't the worst of it, not by a long shot. I was so scared I had wet the bed, not just that either. To say I was a stinking mess, would be an understatement and even worse than that, I wouldn't let go of Husky and I ended up leaking a little on him. And even worse than that... he woke up having to use the bathroom too. And because of me, he had to use his diaper. I forced him to use it. I didn't know at the time, but it was my fault he had to pee in his.

Have you ever apologized until your throat hurt? Well, I have. And he kept telling me to stop and that it wasn't my fault. But because of that we became closer. He would help me, and I would help him. Over the next couple of weeks I got better, but for those weeks I not only had my stuffed animals to keep me company at night, he stayed with me. Every night he would make sure that I knew he would be there when I woke up. He didn't have to wear diapers during the day, but at night he would put one on and would sleep with me. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night due to a nightmare and he was there to comfort me. And sometimes I would sleep all night without a problem, but he was there regardless. All the guys knew what I was going through. They knew because they went through it too. After a bad mission they would have nightmares. They all worried about me during those weeks. And they all were willing to give Husky a break, but even so, he stayed by my side every night. At one point I told him I was ok to sleep alone, but he just said, "I'm used to sleeping with my teddy bear. Are you going to take him away from me?"

Since the first nightmare I was never that messy again. Sometimes I would wake up wet, but never that bad. And in the weeks that followed, Husky only had to use his a couple of times due to me. Every time he did I would apologize, but he would just say, "I'm washable. It's ok. I don't mind if it's to help you."

Everyone started treating me more and more like I was an equal instead of a kid they had to guard. Don't get me wrong, they still guarded me, but I wasn't just a kid anymore. What was odd though, they also guarded Husky. Both he and I had to keep one of my stuffed animals with us at all times. Both of us would act younger when we were together and just woke up or when we were tired. So everyone would send us for a nap in the middle of the day if one of us showed signs of being tired. It was like we were twins, just different ages.

After those first couple of weeks Husky was able to control his Little side and almost went back to normal. I likewise was able to control my Husky side and went almost back to normal. We both would show some of our other side sometimes, but not that often. The main thing that we both showed was when we were tired, we would both get grumpy. He acted like a young teen and I was more like a little kid. Then we would get sent to my room for either a nap, or bedtime.

I grew to liking someone sleeping next to me and so did Husky. I was always his teddy bear. I don't know if he made it or bought it, but now, I had a pair of footies that made me look like a big teddy bear. The ears are on the hood, so if I ever wanted to hide a little, I could just pull the hood over my head and most of my face. It even had mittens that attached to the back of my wrists. I could swing them over and my hands turned into paws. I thought it was really cool, but when I had paws, I couldn't hold anything, so I only used those at night or if I knew I wasn't going to have to do anything with my hands for a while. I had to ask for help to take them off.