Tiring Tour

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Plot: Wilbur comes back from the band tour he's been on for a month and a half. Because he was so busy he's been stressed out and unable to regress

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Little: Wilbur

Nicknames: Will, Honey, Bubba, Bubs

CG: Phil

Nicknames: Papa, Love, Old Man 

CG: Kristin

Nicknames: Muma, Mum, Darling

CG: Techno

Nicknames: Techie

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Wilbur's POV

Finally my plane just landed so I immediately text Phil to pick me up from the airport. I would've driven myself but I knew I'd be tired and have major jet lag so I'm having him drive me back.

(Text)

Wilburrr

Hey, plane just landed is there anyway you could come pick me up from here?

Dadza

Ofc! I'll be parked by the entrance, see you soon!

Wilburrr

Take your time! Stay safe.

(Off text)

We were all led off the plane and I needed to walk all the way to baggage claim to get my bags. I feel extremely tired like I could fall asleep falling up. I find my bag and head my way to the entrance of the airport. I look around in an attempt to look for Phil's car but I end up dozing off while standing up. I feel a hand touch my shoulder which caused he to jolt and jump back. "Hey Will, don't worry it's just me, let's get you to the car, I'll get your bags." Phil says. I nodded and hummed, not feeling like speaking. I grabbed Phil's sleeve so I didn't have to open my eyes and let him lead me to his car. I hear the car door open and notice that Phil is trying to get me in the back seat so I help him out not letting him do all the work by himself. I lay myself in the back seat and immediately fall asleep.

Phil's POV

I honestly don't think that I've ever seen Wilbur this tired ever. I've been telling him to stop overworking himself but he always does blow me off claiming that he isn't lazy. Kristin and I have been talking about trying to get Wilbur to regress since we know he hasn't in months which is unhealthy. I put all his bags in the trunk of the car and close it. I get in my car adjusting my mirror so I can keep an eye on Wilbur. I throw the blanket I have in the car for emergency purposes over him and start driving home. 

~Time Skip~

I pull into the driveway checking on Will one last time before trying to get him out the car. When I picked him up he woke up and started whining and lightly kicking his feet. "Hey Bubba calm down and relax, you're home now it's okay," I whispered locking my car, leaving the bags for tomorrow. I assume that he knew what I was trying to do and kicked harder and wiggling in my arms. I knocked on the front door trying to get Wilbur to stay as calm as possible. After what seemed like a long time, Kristin finally opened the door.

No One's POV

As soon as Kristen opened the door she was welcomed by her husband and a very cranky Wilbur. As soon as Wilbur he started to calm down a little more. "He's refusing to slip," Phil sighed stepping inside. "Aw honey, come inside," Kristen said. Wilbur yawned and placed his head into the side of Phil's neck. After a little but of talking between Kristen and Phil, Wilbur decided to put his head up trying to keep himself awake and immediately got excited and started doing grabby hands towards the kitchen. "Techie!" he yelled. "Aw how's my little man doing?" Techno asked, rubbing his head. "Goo'!" Wilbur replied. "How small are you feeling Bubs?" Techno asked again hoping that he was finally able to slip. Wilbur thought for a minute before holding up two fingers then one then repeating the motions with his fingers. "Are you 1 and a half?" Phil asked. Wilbur nodded rubbing his eyes and chewed on his sleeves. "No honey, no chewing on sleeves, I'll get you a paci," Kristen said getting up to grab everything else he needs. Phil went to the kitchen to make the little a bottle of warm angel milk and Techno stayed with Wilbur on the couch playing with him. Phil and Kristen came back around the same time with the things he needed. On the coffee table a onesie, paci, bottle, stuffed animals, and a pull up was laid out on the table. The little saw the pull up and decided he did not want to put that on. He started whining as soon as he saw it. "Oh, honey if you put on the pull up, I'll give you a cookie tomorrow morning for breakfast" Wilbur thought long and hard about his options. "Nu uh!" the little refused crossing his arms. "Bubba we have to put this on you so you don't have an accident," Phil tried to convince him. The mentally younger still refused kicking his legs. "If you put it on you can sleep in my bed and we can kick Phil to the couch," Kristen tried to reason. Phil just blinked. It didn't take long for the little to make his decision as he clapped his hands together and started giggling. "Wow Bubs you just kicked the old man to the curb just like that huh," Techno snickered. The comment just made Wilbur giggle more. Kristen quickly put him in his pull up to keep him as happy as possible. Soon after Kristen put on Wilbur's onesie and then made grabby hands to his bottle, signaling that he wanted it. Phil soon after fed his his bottle hoping that he would become sleepy. It didn't take Wilbur long to finish his bottle of angel milk. The little whined a bit shortly after finishing. Techno put Wilbur's paci in his mouth before heading off to bed himself. Phil had to carry Wilbur to bed since he is so much taller than Kristen. Phil laid Wilbur down and kissed his forehead then went to the other side of the bed then kissed his wife. "Goodnight bubba, goodnight darling," Phil whispered tucking them both into bed. "Good night love," Kristen smiled. Phil placed the little's favorite stuffed animal, a sheep, in his arms before leaving the room gently closing the door. It was difficult for the little to attempt to stay awake so he stopped fighting it and drifted off to sleep hugging his stuffie and sucking his paci.

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About half an hour later, Phil came in his own room to sleep so Kristen and Phil kept the little warm in their arms. Although the little's paci fell out his mouth, he happily snored comfortably in the bed he stole.

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First time in a while I wrote so hopefully I did well enough, please feel free to make corrections and request! Have a good morning, afternoon, evening, night!

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