Double Trouble (Sequel to Baby of the Band)

Ten

After they'd all finished scarfing down lunch and the kitchen'd been restored to rights so they wouldn't have to worry about it later, Kelcey finally brought up her idea to the de-aged musicians. She made it clear that no one was trying to force either of them into anything before she got into it, carefully watching both to gauge their reactions. If she was worried about anyone having a negative reaction, she was worried about such a thing coming from the pint-sized guitarist–and that was simply 'cuz of the conversation they'd just had immediately beforehand.

        Laying out her idea of anchoring at least two toddler beds together for them wasn't really that hard–it'd be actually implementing it that'd be a lil harder. Rob seemed like he didn't mind that idea, judging by his shrug as he glanced at the other toddler still sitting on the island beside him. He actually seemed like he wanted them to implement this idea, if it was even possible, but wasn't actually saying so.

        Richie, on the other hand, seemed more than a lil dubious about them doing such a thing, like he wanted his own Space more than he was admitting to. Considering that he'd admitted to being scared of admitting his attraction to the pint-sized bassist outta Fear of being rejected, or things between them going to shit, she honestly thought that was why he wasn't really saying much about it. If he was really that scared of just admitting his attraction, he may not wanna be any closer to the other toddler than he had to be, any other reasons for wanting his own Space be damned. That was the main reason why she'd made it clear that no one was forcing them into anything, that doing such a thing was completely up to them.

        It took a few moments of heavy Thought, if his expression was anything to judge by, before he finally shot a look at Rob that could only be called bashful. His head was ducked shyly, and they all knew his hair'd be in his face almost to the point that they wouldn't have been able to see it, if he'd kept that beautiful mane when he woke up as a toddler. Since his face was unshielded, though, they could all see his expression–not to mention the slight blush staining his chubby cheeks–quite clearly.

        "Like I said, we don't have to, if either of y'all don't wanna," the young Witch told them.

        Richie looked up at her, the trance between him and the pint-sized bassist broken, then reached for the Scrabble tiles.

        "What we were talking about before be damned," she read once he was done rearranging them.

        I've made up my mind on what I said before, but that can wait a lil bit, the pint-sized guitarist continued. If I said I didn't want our beds put together like you're talking about, Mom'd beat my ass for lying.

        "Okay, I'm totally lost on that one, butcha apparently don't want anyone elseta know," Rikki chuckled.

        Richie couldn't help blushing furiously when even his rhythmic counterpart cocked his head at him.

        "We'll worry about that later–he's gonna be pushed far enough outside his Comfort zone, as it is," the young Witch said. "I just wanna know, if he's sure about this before we go spending money on even the hardware to pull this off, let alone a third toddler bed to give 'em even more Space for when Zak's here."

        Looking up at her, the pint-sized guitarist nodded emphatically.

        "Then let's go have a look-see," Kelcey chuckled. "I'd prefer getting copies of the hardware that was in the box those toddler beds were in for anchoring 'em together."

        Both toddlers seemed excited by the prospect, but Rob seemed even happier with the idea of them at least trying to anchor their beds together. If he were honest with at least himself, he'd thought they meant just pushing them together, rails and all, and calling it Grace. This idea was so much better, 'cuz if they moved the nightstand to one side of the bigger bed that'd be made or the other, they wouldn't have to worry about shit separating them unless they wanted that.