Baby Brother

28- Little Josh

*Jame's Perspective*
I grabbed Josh's hand, helping him out of the hospital bed. "Careful baby," I said as I helped him over to his walker. "I don't want to use that," he said. I knew he wasn't little, but I couldn't help myself when he's just so cute. "I know Joshy, but it's only for six weeks, maybe less if you go to all your physical therapy appointments," I said as he grabbed the walker. "I know know but it's just that-" I cut him off. "Take time to take care of yourself or I will," I sighed, knowing how my baby thinks he's so big and tough. He looked down, saying nothing. "How about I take you out to lunch, then take you home to your brothers okay?" He smiled faintly before looking down to the floor. I tilt up his chin, giving him a reassuring smile. "Everything will be okay," I kissed his forehead, hoping he wouldn't be so sad.

*Josh's Perspective*
I felt like I was about to cry. Not only was I going home to my brothers, but I was going home to my brothers knowing they probably planned on me being little. That's not going to happen. I won't allow it. James had taken the signs as being nervous, but I was just ashamed. I needed to be what my brothers needed, not what he told me. "I'm only little for you, and you know that," I sighed. He helped me to the door since I was still getting used to the walker. "I know, but you need a break," he said to me. I looked back to him. "I've been on a break for two months," I said to him. "I mean out of the hospital, with ones you love," he said as he walked beside me. "Will you stay with me?" I gave him a begging look with, what James would call, my baby blues. I knew he couldn't resist them. "We'll have to ask your brothers okay?" I frowned at his answer. "But I'm the oldest, I get to make the rules," I argued. "Yeah, but I'm two years older than you, meaning I call the shots," he smirked, kissing my forehead. I rolled my eyes. "Okay, you win,"

*Timeskip*

I felt like I could scream, my platinum bangs hiding my eyes, hoping to shield me from the home I have returned to. Everything was different..er..I mean, everything will be different. I glanced over to James who was fiddling with the broken radio. "You're never gonna get that thing to work," I said to him. He looked over to me. "Awe, look who woke up from his nap," he cooed, ignoring my statement. This caused me to blush. "So you're staying with me right?" I asked. He smiled faintly. "We'll see baby boy," he said as he got out before getting me out, picking me up. "I-I can walk," I meekly protest. He shook his head, having a small frown on his face. "The driveway isn't fit for your walker," he said as he grabbed it out of the back. I frowned, looking down as he walked up the steps to the porch and rang the doorbell. I could hear Nate screaming from inside the house. I frowned upon hearing him. It was Tim who had answered the door. He smiled a little. "Come in, Marcus is dealing with baby Nate right now," he said. I could tell he was trying not to make a big deal out of my situation. I appreciated that very much. James laid me down on the couch. "Just lay here and get some rest," he told me. I frowned as I slowly sat up. "But I just woke up, and this couch is cold," he sighed and picked me back up, sitting down as he cradled with me. "Better? You only slept for about thirty minutes," he kissed my head. I looked down. "Promise to stay?" I asked in a soft tone. "Promise," he gently rubbed my back. My face immediately turned bright red when I heard someone coo from behind me. I didn't turn to see who it was, far too embarrassed. "He's so cute," one of my brothers cooed. "Shh, he's trying to sleep," James whispered as he gently rubbed my back, which was rather quite soothing. "I wish Nate was this easy," my brother sighed. "Perhaps I can lay Josh down and help you with him," James told him. "I used to work at a daycare," he said as he stood up, me still in his arms. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't, knowing James was going to leave me. I didn't want him to leave me. I've been alone for a while and don't want to be anymore. I clutched his shirt, hoping he'd change his mind. James sighed. "You take him Marcus, I'll take care of Nate," he told my brother. Marcus took me from James, making my hands release his shirt. I curled up in his arms, too shy and embarrassed to look at him. "Shh, you're alright," he whispered as he gently rocked me, taking me to what I guessed would be my room. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.