Dark inside (Solby)

Little Care 101

IMPORTANT A/N: For those of you who find littlespace or any form of ddlg, ddlb, or CG/L uncomfortable to read or think about skip this chapter. This is an actual part od people's personalities and I would much rather have people skip over the chapter instead of reading it and leaving mean comments that could hurt people who are apart of this community. For those of you who don't know CG/L is when someone slips into a mindset of someone who is younger than them, and require someone else to be their caregiver and look after them, treating them as their respected age when they are in headspace and accepting what they like in that headspace. No little is the same and they each have different likes and age ranges. If you want to know more there is a whole lot about it on the internet. Okay I'm done ranting, back to the book.

Colby's POV 

Sam had slept in his crib last night since he was so deep in headspace from everything that had happened, which gave me plenty of time to do my research....on tumblr. I typed in littlespace, caregiver ideas, caregiver 101, ddlb ideas, things littles like, and stayed up until two in the morning creating proper rules, punishments and rewards for him, and looking at simple fun things I could do to care for him tomorrow when I heard him start to cry. I closed my laptop and set it to the side before climbing out of bed and walking to his little room and opened the door to see him sitting up and sobbing while holding a stuffed kitten as close to him as humanly possible. I walked over to him and dropped the bar on the crib as I reached toward him  but he backed up a little, like he was ashamed of something. 

"What's wrong baby boy?" I asked softly as I knelt in front of the crib and looked at him with soft eyes. He whimpered softly and looked down shaking his head. "Hey I'm not going to hurt you or run away, I just want to help you, but you have to tell me what's wrong to I can help you" I said softly and he slowly looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"Woo pwomise woo won't gwet mwad at mwe?" Sam sniffed and I nodded as I gently reached out and wiped some of his tears away before holding out my pinkie to him.

"Pinkie promise" He smiled a tiny bit and wrapped his pinkie around mine before taking a deep breath, but then he looked down sheepishly and fidgeted with his cat, which he named Mr. Whiskers. He chewed on his bottom lip before he sighed and mumbled out. 

I....I hwad an awacsidwent....." He was a little red and tears were forming in his eyes again. I looked at him with soft eyes and sighed softly. 

"You had an accident kitten?" He nodded and buried his face in Mr. Whiskers as more teas spilled down his cheeks. I gently picked him up and kissed the side of his head as I shushed him softly. "It's okay baby boy it's okay. Don't worry it's an easy fix." I set him on the changing table and walked over to his chest and pulled out a his kitten footed pajamas and I walked over to the changing table and looked at him with soft eyes.

"Do you want me to put you in a diaper little one" I asked softly as I ran my fingers through his hair and he looked down sheepishly. "Hey, I won't look at you any differently, no matter what you decide to do, I just thought it might be easier for you so you didn't have to worry about it anymore." Sam looked at me with soft eyes and nodded slowly. I smiled and nodded as I walked over to his closet and grabbed the box of diapers that were in there. He looked surprised to see that there actually was any in his room and I walked over to him. "I didn't know how far your age regression went so I got some just in case, and I'm glad I did." He smiled sheepishly and held Mr. Whiskers really close to him. I smiled and set the diapers and the pjs on the changing table next to him, then picked him up and held him on my hip as I carried him to the bathroom and set him on the counter and turned on the water and started to fill up the tub. Then I gently pulled off his pj's and his boxers and walking back to his room and threw those clothes in the hamper, then pulled his bed sheets out of his crib and tossed those in the hamper too. I grabbed the bubbles from a shelf in his closet and I walked back to the bathroom, filled the warm bath with bubbles, then set him in the tub after setting Mr. Whiskers on a safe shelf in the bathroom. Then I went back to his room and grabbed the hamper and ran a load in the washer so he could sleep in his crib with clean sheets after his bath if he wanted to. I walked back to the bathroom and knelt next to the tub while Sam was lightly splashing about with his ducky as he giggled. I watched him for a few minutes before I started to clean him up and he couldn't stop giggling, which I thought was adorable. He smiled and danced about, but held still when I asked him to. Then I pulled him out of the tub once it had completely drained and wrapped him up in a fuzzy towel and dried him off and carried him back to the room. I set him on the table and kissed his forehead before putting on his diaper and pajamas. He yawned and snuggled into the soft footie pjs and I handed him Mr. Whiskers, then noticed that his sheets were back in place and saw a little note from Corey. 

'Hears you two up, so I decided to help out, hopefully he feels better. <3 Corey'

I smiled and set Sam back in his crib and he yawned again as he held Mr. Whiskers close. 

"Na-night daddy." He mumbled softly and i gently kissed his forehead before pulling up the gate again. 

"Goodnight my little princess." I said softly and smiled as I turned on the humidifier before slipping out of the room. I sighed softly feeling a little exhausted but knew I had to finish and I went back to my room and found the last few things that I was planning and I sighed and glanced at the time, it was already 4:30. I would probably be able to get a few hours o sleep before he woke up, hopefully. I sighed and put everything on the nightstand and closed my eyes, instantly falling asleep excited for all the things I had planned for tomorrow.