Second Chance

Brooklyn's Morning

I'm exhausted. Me and Wolfie were woken up every five fucking minutes. I mean come on we didn't fall that hard. Military guy, no Steve. I really should start using their names. He hasn't let go of me all night. I mean it's kinda nice to be warm and safe all night. It's been years since I felt like this. Taken care of and treasured. But just because it feels nice doesn't mean it's kosher to be cuddled up to a stranger all fucking night.

Me and Wolfie are getting hungry so it's time to get some food. Now last night wasn't the best way to go about it so this time we have a new plan. Wake up Green eyes, no Dylan. Wake up Dylan. I wiggle around until Milit- no Steve loosens his grip a little. Now Wolfie I need your help with this next part. I start swinging Wolfie at Gree- no Dylan's head. I don't have the best aim, not that I did before either but it was better than this. I keep swinging him for what feels like forever but I finally hit my mark. Right in the face.

"Gah. What's going on? Steve?" He's flailing looking around for whatever hit him. It's a little funny. No it's fucking hilarious. Mil- Steve wakes with a start too. But he tightens his hold on me instead of flailing like his counterpart. Not funny at all. I mean it's not like he's hurting me it's just I spent a hell of a lot of time trying to wiggle loose.

"She's fine. Looks like her wolf got away from her babe." He tries to comfort his husband. I did it on purpose. Aimed for your fucking face and all. Come on give me some credit.

Steve checks me over and finds nothing wrong. It's cause I'm perfect. Well other than the whole being a baby when I'm really a fucking adult thing.

"I guess it's time to get up. She seems ready to start the day. Lazy mornings are going to be a thing of the past aren't they babe?" He sounds sadden by that fact. Oh fucking well you wanted this. Not like I had a choice in that matter mind you.

"I guess so. Now how about I get Miss Brooklyn changed and dressed for the day while you get breakfast started."

Steve leans over and kisses Dylan. It really looks more like he's trying to suck out his soul than a kiss. I'm squished between them and rather be anywhere else. I start wiggling and making a shit ton of noise. They get the picture and break apart.

"Okay baby girl. We get it. Time to get up." Dylan rolls out of bed after stealing another kiss from Steve.

Steve grabs both me and Wolfie to carry us downstairs. Seems all the stuff from the nursery is in the living room. He gets me strapped down on the changing table. He hasn't really changed my diaper yet and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean I'm not fond of wearing one to begin with but maybe I'll keep it on until Dylan can change it. I start to wiggle to get off the table but it's no use he has me strapped down. With all my moving how I manage to knock things off the table. Baby powder spills all over the floor and diapers are tumbling down over the table. I kicked the wipes and they manage to hit him in the stomach. Servers his stupid ass right. I mean really what the fuck did he think would happen with him standing so close to my feet.

"Brooklyn Marie. You are not being very nice to Papa right now. You need to hold still so I can change your diaper." He is using a tone I haven't heard before but it makes me want to behave. I don't fucking listen to anyone but Mom and she's dead. But right now something in me really wants to. It's a little scary that I want to please him. Really fucking scary actually. What the fuck is wrong with me? Is this another damn side effect to being a fucking baby cause if it is I got tell you it fucking sucks. Also what's the fucking deal with me crying all the fucking time. It's exhausting. No one needs to cry this much.

"I'm so proud of you for being such a good girl while I got you in a clean diaper. Now let's get you dress the see what Daddy is making for breakfast." I'm so caught up in my own head I didn't even notice he changed me already. He kisses the top of my head before moving for the clothes.