Double Trouble (Sequel to Baby of the Band)

Seven

When Rikki woke the next Morn, he thought it was still fairly early at first since the blinds being closed and curtains mostly drawn made it seem a lot Darker than it really was. But rolling over and peering at his alarm clock sleepily Revealed that it was nearly ten-thirty, which startled him into bolting upright. He didn't even bother with grabbing his jeans from the Day previous, nor taking a Morn piss before he hauled ass down the stairs. Usually, both of his de-aged band mates got up around eight or eight-thirty unless they managed to stay up till Midnight or later, so they'd have been up for a while now.

        Left completely unsupervised, there was no telling what Rob and Richie'd gotten into by now, especially if they'd decided to make a mess, 'cuz there was nobody to feed them. The drummer honestly wouldn't have put trying to burn his house down in retaliation for something like that beneath those two, especially the pint-sized bassist. He knew damn good and well that lil bastard was a bit of a Fire-bug, despite being ruled by one of the three Water signs when it came to the Zodiac.

        Getting down to the living room, where the back door opened to the back patio, he was surprised to hear squeals, laughter, and splashing galore. A quick look through the glass Revealed that the toddlers he'd nearly given himself a heart attack over were in the pool, but thankfully, they weren't alone. They were both swimming just as well as they did as adults, but Bret was close enough to pull their heads back up, if they started going under. Not only that, but Kelcey was also sitting on the edge with her legs hanging into the shallow End, their daughter giggling madly as she swam with the boys. And the first Time either of them seemed like they were heading toward the deep End, whichever adult was closest'd grab them and pull them back to the shallow End before they could.

        Sighing as he realized they were fine and actually supervised, Rikki chuckled as he turned to head back upstairs for a few minutes. He doubted they wanted to see him in his boxers since someone'd pulled his jeans off him any more than he wanted to be seen in nothing more than that. Besides, he really had to piss since he'd been asleep for hell-only-knew how long at this point, so he didn't wanna waste Time. If they hadn't been supervised by someone, he'd have gone tearing out that back door, barely dressed be damned. Since they were supervised and it was pretty clear to him that no one was dead or in the process of dying, he decided it was a better idea to get himself Calmed down and dressed.

        "Well, well, well–look who's finally awake, boys," Bret chuckled as he saw his blonde band mate come out the back door a few minutes later.

        "'ikki!" they squealed, laughing as they swam closer to Kelcey's legs.

        "Well, at least y'all got most of it," he laughed, moving to settle next to the young Witch since he'd changed into his swim trunks before he came back down.

        "Hopefully, you're all caught up on sleep now," the front man said, grabbing his daughter when she attempted to sneak into the deep End of the pool.

        "I wouldn't say all caught up, but enough that I'll prolly be up till four in the Morn, if they don't wear me out again today," Rikki chuckled.

        "You've been asleep since easily five yesterEve, so I'm not surprised," Kelcey laughed. "But kids've a way of wearing ya out, even when you're fully-rested."

        "Damn, I seriously slept that long?" he asked, looking surprised.

        "Dude, I barely gotcha into bed before ya passed out," Bret told him. "By the way, don't ever ask me to pull your jeans off again, 'cuz it ain't happening."

        "I was wondering who did that since I didn't remember taking them off, myself," the drummer laughed.

        "Seems ya really needed that sleep, then," the young Witch chuckled. "And speaking of which, no arguments from the Peanut Gallery on this one."