Double Trouble (Sequel to Baby of the Band)

Four

Richie woke from his desperately-needed nap a couple hours later, feeling almost like he was wrapped up in a cocoon as he did. He was content to just lay there and go back to sleep since he was warm and comfy, not to mention his Pull-Up didn't feel wet against his crotch to him. Well, till it felt like his cozy lil cocoon moved against him, making his eyes fly open as he let out a startled gasp around the paci still in his mouth, that is.

        Pushing himself up just enough to look around, he realized that Rob'd rolled over and grabbed him like a teddy bear in his sleep. He just barely remembered the taller blonde putting them both in his bed when he'd gotten them back to his house, saying that it was really the only place they could nap safely. But he seemed to recall them being put on opposite sides of the bed when he'd first brought them up there, so he wasn't sure who'd scooted across the bed in their sleep. What he was sure of was that the other brunette was almost like a barnacle, not wanting to let go for shit when he gently pushed at him.

        Waking with an irritable whine since he'd been sleeping good, the pint-sized bassist looked up with a sleepy glare at whoever'd been pushing at his face. It took him a few moments of sleepy blinking before he realized it was the pint-sized guitarist, who looked more than a lil freaked-out. Letting go of him almost as soon as he registered his expression, he held up a hand in what he hoped was a good enough Sorry, man. He couldn't help that he was a cuddler, and that he always wound up cuddling who- or whatever was closest once asleep.

        Letting out a relieved sigh, Richie scooted a couple more inches away from him, now unable to go back to sleep. It almost seemed like the other toddler was closeta dozing off again as he looked around the room, now wondering how he was supposed to get down from the bed. He'd suddenly registered that he'd to go, but he didn't wanna use his Pull-Up, if he didn't have to–that was just gross, and besides, he didn't think it'd be able to hold it all this Time. The problem with that was that he couldn't ask Rob, even if he'd been fully awake, and the drummer was nowhere to be found. Most likely, he was up in the attic getting that baby furniture, or in one of the other bedrooms in the houseta set it up for their use.

        "Eh?"

        Looking back to his left, he saw the pint-sized bassist'd pushed himself upright and realized that he'd apparently whimpered aloud.

        "Eh?" Rob gave him a look that was meant to say, What's wrong, kid?

        Letting out a whimper he was actually aware of this Time, the pint-sized guitarist reached down and grabbed his crotch, hopefully conveying his need to go.

        "Ahhhh." Nodding, the other toddler kicked the covers off himself, then turned toward the foot of the bed with a gesture that clearly said, C'mon!

        Since he was left with few other choices right now, Richie Returned the nod and moved to crawl toward the End of the bed behind him. He was surprised to see a Cedar chest at its foot that was just high enough to bridge the gap between the bed and the floor so they could climb down without hurting themselves. Apparently, the pint-sized bassist'd known it was there, 'cuz he damn well didn't remember seeing it when Rikki'd brought them upstairs. Then again, he'd been mostly asleep after a boring car ride to his temporary new home, so he hadn't been paying much attention.

        Rob took his hand once they'd both climbed down and pulled him toward the master bathroom, knowing that one of the first things the drummer woulda set up was at least a single potty chair. He was pleasantly surprised to see two, one settled on the opposite side of the toilet from where the trash can sat, the other next to the bathroom counter. At least having two already set up meant neither of them'd to wait on the other to finish up so they could take their turn. Sighing in relief at that Thought, he gestured to the potty chair next to the counter, not really picky over which one he used as he started worming his jeans and Pull-Up off. He was more concerned with not having to use said Pull-Up unless absolutely necessary than having an audience.