Little Gaston

Chapter 23

Gaston blinked when he woke up, his head still a bit stuffy but he wasn't feeling as miserable as he had the day before.

Yawning, his stomach gurgled, and after not being hungry the day before, he was famished now. But one thing was bothering him more than his hunger. His thirst.

His mouth felt completely dried out. His lips were dry and cracked, and he was also feeling a bit too warm, which was explained by the furry arm that was holding him trapped underneath the blankets.

Even though he was just wearing a onesie, the blankets bunched over him and the furnace that was Adam in his beast form were just a bit too much heat for the moment.

"Ada too warm," Gaston grumbled to the sleeping form, shoving the arm off of him.

Adam grumbled a bit, and turned to the side, leaving Gaston with some space. Getting out from under the blankets, he crawled to the foot end of the bed and was glad that mama always left enough place so he could slide out, making sure that his cuddle blankie went with him.

He was still rather little right now, too little to walk, but crawling worked. Now sitting on the floor, he smacked his lips, still feeling very thirsty.

But then he saw his sippy cup standing on mama's night stand. Grinning widely, he started to crawl to it, dragging blankie with him, and ignoring the way his diaper was thick enough to push his thighs a bit to the side.

Sitting down on the squishy diaper he grabbed the sippy cup and a tried to suck, but nothing came out but air.

"Ugh," Gaston complained, letting it drop to the floor, the sound dampened by the carpet. Frowning, he was still thirsty.

He was about to call out for mama and dada, but frowned when he saw how tired mama looked even while she was asleep. Putting the corner of the blanket in his mouth, he kind off realized that him being sick had to be difficult for the two caregivers as well.

He had been messy so often, and they had changed him so much and given him drinks and bottles and cuddled with him. Gaston could even remember that they had been at dinner when he had called for them, so they might not even had their own food.

And it was still dark out, so it was probably still very early.

Chewing on the corner of the blankie, Gaston was faced with the dilemma, being very thirsty, and also not wanting to wake up the two.

"Oh," the little said, finding the solution.

He just needed to get his own food and drink. He knew that if he just could get to the kitchens, that the servants wouldn't have any problem giving him food. They always did that.

Happy with his decision, he crawled to the door, needing to sit back on his knees to manage to open the doorknob, which was more difficult than it ought to be.

Glancing back to the bed, the two figures were still dead asleep, and Gaston was planning to be back before they woke up.

Crawling in the hallway, he closed the door as softly as he could, before making his way to the central stairway, from which he could go to the kitchens.

It was a lot colder then the room though, the onesie that had been too warm when he was being hugged by Adam didn't offer a lot of heat now, his legs completely bare and even the edges of his diaper peeked through the leg holes, and with the thickness of the full diaper, even the buttons were at their limit, holding the fabric tautly.

But Gaston didn't pay attention to that, just crawled further in the dark hallway until he finally reached the stair.

Looking down at it, it seemed so intimidating, the few torches casting eery shadows along the walls, and the stairs suddenly seemed so big and steep.