Mommy's little Business-Man

48: Sir, you're classified

A/N: PSA from a dumbass: don't forget your meds a few days in a row when you have ADHD and BPD, it does not lead to smart choices.

Also, I moved! And it's starting to look like I'm gonna finish my second degree in time! Stuff's looking up.

Anyhoots, here's a chapter!

Colton's POV:

The movie night was... Well, while I wouldn't call it a resounding success, it was definitely funny. I sometimes, well, most times, forgot Mommy used to be a fan of my movies. Therefore she knew most of them, but hadn't watched any since we got together.

I'd been a dom in romcoms and action. I think she forgot just how much the producers had used my.. traditional sex appeal, however weird that sounded, to promote their movies. In some of them I was shirtless more often than not, and there were quite a few showing full nudity from the back. Honestly, I might still be doing stuff like that if I was potty trained. It would make for one hell of a media scandal.

Mommy, however, blushed about as bright as a tomato and stayed that colour for most of the three movies we watched. She pulled me close to her, occasionally glancing between me and the screen like she was trying to force her brain to accept the discrepancy. When, during a particularly steamy scene, she tried to shield my eyes I couldn't stop myself laughing.

Luckily, when it wasn't actively happening in front of her, Mommy could definitely see the humour in her own responses. All in all, the night worked towards our desired goal.

Mommy sadly did insist I have an early night, which, mean, but she reasoned I needed to be well rested for the appointment the next day.

Which, now that I'd woken up, had definitely been the correct decision because I was at least 75% as big as I had been the day before, despite everything that had happened.

I did not want to be in a position where I couldn't understand the doctors' words on a diagnosis this important. I definitely was going to need Mommy today, though. I could already feel the nervous butterflies in my tummy. Whatever the results were, I was sure they weren't going to be what I wanted.  Mommy said it didn't matter, but I didn't want to lose any of my already meager independence.

I didn't think other classifications fully understood the level of disability that came with a really young classification. That plus being raised in a pretty bigoted household... Life did not give me many tools to deal with this. Seriously, all I got was a pretty face and that'll only get you so far.

"That's not true. You got the brains and business instincts too, little man. I told you this," Mommy said, responding to what I'd apparently said out loud while she was entering the room with supernatural timing.

I was never gonna get used to baby monitors.

"You do have a very pretty face, though!" Mommy continued, plucking me out of my crib and planting a kiss on the tip of my nose. I giggled at the sensation, immediately feeling better.

"Sto-hop! That tickles!" I exclaimed, burying my face in her shoulder to shield it from more kiss attacks. Mama chuckled and lifted me up high instead, peppering my forehead and cheeks with little smooches.

"I can't! My baby is too cute... Must.. kiss.. Can't... Resist!" She said in between kisses, eventually plopping me down on the changing table to plant a huge raspberry on my stomach, making me squeal loudly.

"And there go Mama's ear drums again! Are you ready for a bath?" She asked rhetorically, pulling off the T-shirt I'd been sleeping in as well as my soaked diaper. She gave me a quick wipe down before we made our way to the bathroom and I was plunked into pleasantly warm, bubbly water.