Eddie was happier than he'd ever been. He was living life as a little with his Daddy, Chee, and he'd never felt more like himself in his entire life. He loved being taken care of, even if it was sometimes embarrassing, like when he wets himself in public. He had been homeschooled online instead of going back to regular school, and it was so much better. No bullies to harass him anymore. Richie was also doing online school, but he also went to work to provide for him and Eds, since his mom was almost always traveling for work and his dad had died a few years ago. It still hurt Richie to think about. He didn't mind working, though. In fact, he found it quite enjoyable. He worked at Target, and he was able to get Eddie's baby supplies for a discounted price. He often got questioning looks he bought packs of diapers or pacifiers, but he always said that he just babysat on weekends. No one had to know his personal business, and he felt more comfortable keeping it a secret from his coworkers until he got to know them better. Some alreddie knew, as he worked with some of his and Eddie's friends, such as Bev and Ben, but most people were completely unaware. Eddie and Richie had told their closest friends immediately, just in case Eddie needed a babysitter (which he normally did, and Bill didn't work yet, so he normally was called to do so), or in case he were to slip while hanging out with all of them.
The Losers, as they called themselves, were fully accepting, of course. They loved their friends no matter what.
Currently Eddie was being babysat by Bev for a change, and he loved it. He was always happy when his friends were able to see how he lives, it made their relationships with one another seem stronger.
"Bevwy?" Eddie asked, yawning slightly.
"Yes, little bean?"
"When is Dada gonna be home?"
"About twenty minutes or so. Why darling boy?"
"I need a diapie change but I want Dada to do it cause he gwives me cuwddles afwerds." Eddie explained.
"How about this, bubs? I'll change your dirty diaper, then I'll put laxatives in your bottle so that you'll be reddie for another change right when Daddy gets home?"
"Otay!" Eddie giggled.
Bev tickled the baby's tummy, causing him to laugh extremely loud and kick his little legs all over the place. Bev stopped tickling him, setting him down on the changing table and putting him into a thick new diaper. Then she brought him into the kitchen and made his bottle, feeding it to him while he tried to wet his diaper. He smiled as he soaked the material, and giggled with joy as Daddy walked through the front door.
"Daddy, daddy!" Eddie yelled happily, running from Bev and into his Daddy's arms, who embraced the baby back happily.
"Hey there, baby boy. I see you've had your night time bottle. Do you need a diaper change?"
"Wes, Dada! Me needs a diapie change wight now or I is gonna poop on you! Cuz you is poopy, Daddy!" Eddie said giggling, full of energy.
Richie faked being offended.
"Me, poopy! I feel so betrayed. I might as well leave. I'm poopy. I guess babies don't need poopy daddies. I'll just go now."
"No, Dada, dwon go, I is sowwy, Daddy not poopy, Daddy the handsomest, mostest bestest Dada in da whole wold!" Eddie said, stretching his arms out as wide as he could.
"Well, looks like I'm going to have to stay with you, doesn't it baby?"
"Wes, Daddy! Yous has to stway wif me!"
"Okay, darling. Let's get you to bed. Thanks, Bev."
"Oh, anytime. He's a doll."
