Double Trouble (Sequel to Baby of the Band)

Twelve

Waking to a high-pitched shriek and being pounced on wasn't exactly Rob's idea of a good wake-up call, but that was exactly what he got the Morn after his Midnight hand-job. Gasping as his paci fell outta his mouth as something pinned him down, his eyes flew open as he flailed, accidentally whacking his bed mate in the top of the head. Naturally, said pint-sized guitarist wasn't any happier with their wake-up call, grumbling around his own paci as he sat up and rubbed his poor noggin.

        After a few moments, the pint-sized bassist realized it was just his son pinning him down, and Zak was obviously happy to see him. He couldn't help a sleepy giggle as he reached up and pulled his own paci outta his mouth, then pulled the boy down to kiss his forehead. It was a bit sloppier than he'd have wanted, but then again, he was a toddler who'd just been rudely awoken, so he supposed it was poetic Justice.

        Hearing another giggle that didn't come from himself, his son, or Richie made him look up to see Mishy in their bedroom doorway, her hand over her mouth. Rob rolled his eyes as he somehow managed to sit up, despite said son still laying on him and not having anywhere near the muscle tone he did as an adult. Said ex-wife couldn't seem to fight her giggles as the pint-sized guitarist headed for their bathroom with a huff, clearly grumpy from not getting enough sleep as he rubbed the sleep outta his eyes.

        "Still every bit the cuddler, huh?" she giggled.

        The pint-sized bassist huffed and flipped her off once he made sure Zak wasn't looking.

        "Hey, I never said it was a bad thing," Mishy laughed, plucking their son outta his lap. "Although, I certainly wasn't expecting it when I let Zak in here to wake ya up."

        He rolled his eyes as he crawled outta bed, then held up a finger before making to follow his Melodic counterpart.

        In the bathroom, Richie was grumbling under his breath as he wormed his way outta his PJ britches and Pull-Up, almost losing his balance when one foot got stuck. He was quick to catch him before he could actually fall, earning himself a smile as he held him steady so he could get his foot loose. Once sure he wasn't about to watch his would-be lover bust his ass, the pint-sized bassist turned him loose and made to take care of his own business so he could spend Time with his son.

        "I gotta say, boys–definitely a Creative idea with your beds," the young ginger said, now perched on the edge of Richie's side as they came outta the bathroom.

        Both de-aged musicians blushed slightly as they readjusted their fresh Pull-Ups.

        "Credit goesta Kelcey, though."

        Looking up from getting fresh T-shirts outta their dresser drawer, they saw Rikki in the doorway.

        "She was the one to suggest anchoring just their own toddler beds together," he said, looking at Mishy. "Then we got to thinking, Wait a minute–Bobby's been sharing a bed with Zak on his weekends with him, so what're we gonna do when he's here, too?"

        "Hence, what looks like three toddler beds put together," Mishy said, nodding her Understanding.

        "It is three, and if it's not enough, I dunno what we're gonna do," the drummer said as he got the boys' jeans outta their closet for them. "This is the widest toddler bed I've ever seen, 'cuz it's as wide as a Cali-King."

        "Sweet Gods–yeah, that oughta give all three plenty of room to work with," she agreed, taking a second look at the piece of furniture she was sitting on.