Alex
I wake up the next morning, we had all fallen asleep late in the night after lots and lots of crying. Ethan wakes up later. "Hey babe...when are we going back to LA? We found our baby, my contract for the school is over and I'm ready to get back to my work." I say, I need my old job back, he's been working remotely. "I can call for the plane, we'll pack it up and can be back by tomorrow. But what about Lucca? If we don't send him to school-" I stop him quickly. "If we don't send him to school, he can't leave us. He'll have to stay with us forever because no degree, no work. The biggest struggle is going to be telling him...or do we just stick him with a sedative and let him sleep through it?" He nods. "Just stick him with a sedative, make sure he's dressed for the plane ride."
We pack up all of our clothing, all the necessities and then schedule our own personal cleaners to clean the entire house once we leave. I pack ALL of the age regression stuff, even though we do have a MASSIVE nursery and an even larger play room for our baby back home. We then go into Lucca's room. I shake him awake lightly. "Hi baby, good morning." I pick him up and hold him carefully. "Wha' doin'?" He looks up at me with his massive doe eyes. "Well, pretty baby... we're going to LA!" He is not happy about that shit. "Riley!" I pause...Riley... "Honey, it's okay... you'll be able to call him everyday-" he immediately starts shoving away from me, hitting and yelling, but it doesn't do anything. I sigh, hand him to Ethan who lays him in the changing table, I throw Ethan a long sleeve, footie onesie as well as a diaper. I then start packing the diaper bag, after that, I put some toys in a bag. I give him a paci on a clip, making sure the clip is in the onesie.
â¢At the airport â¢
Ethan
Eventually our plane got here, it looks like a typical plane but it's private. We go to a section set up for our baby. I lay him down and slip off part of his onesie so Alex can see his thigh. I sneakily clean the spot and I gently pat his stomach and play with him as Alex sneaks up on him and sticks him with the sedative. I carry him up towards the plane, he whines and wrestles a bit in my arms. He's too tired though. Once on board we go to the spot with the crib, bolted down. I lay Lucca down in it and secure him in place with a harness. I smile down at him as he cries at me, fussing and wanting out. "I know baby, I'm sorry. That didn't feel too good, did it?" He let's out a final, sleepy squeal of protest before he falls asleep. "Good baby."
Alex
"You know we'll need to stick him again in about an hour, right?" He nods. "He is NOT a happy baby..." I nod. "I wouldn't be happy either if I had to go through a stressful court hearing and wake up the next day to be put on a plane, stick with a needle and made to fall asleep against my will." I say, he's such a pretty little baby, his cheeks pink from crying, all stretched out and sleepy as we take off. He sleeps pretty well for about 45 minutes, but then he starts to stir and wake up."Babe, can you go grab me another one?" He leaves to grab the kit, meanwhile Lucca woke up, not longer in little space. "What did you do!" He looks mad, I unfasten him and pick him up. "Buddy I'm sorry but we had to. Ethan's getting another sedative and you can go back to sleep baby." Lucca shook his head, he looks scared. "No! No more needles!" He sees Ethan behind me and tries to get away. "Shhh, no no Lucca, it's okay little one." I pull him close to me and hold him tight. "No! I don't want this! I'll be good! I don't want to sleep!" He cries and protests, I kiss his forehead. "Sweetie, I'm sorry but it needs to happen. Just for this one plane ride, we'll be there by the time you wake up again sweetie. Now, can daddy get a leg out of the onesie?" He looks up at me with tearful eyes, shaking his head no. "Baby...either you let me, or I take it off of you. Now, do you wanna be a good boy for daddy or keep fighting me?" He pauses. He tugs at the zipper. I smile slightly. "What a good boy! So smart." I lay him down on the ground and take his leg out, I clean it off and Alex hands me the syringe. It all goes to hell though, he starts to cry and kick and squirm, trying to get away. "Shh, no no sweet heart, it's okay. Ready? Daddy's gonna stick you on 3, dadas gonna hold your hand, okay?" Ethan takes his hands, I hold his leg down and count up. "Ready? 1, 2,-" he looks terrified. "Big breath in! 3!" I stick him with it, I feel him jerk his leg but it doesn't move. He cries out, trying to kick me. "Hey, hey hey, no sir. I know you're upset, but you can't kick me sweetie." I pull him into my lap after slipping his onesie back on him, I take a hot bottle and slip it in his mouth, he doesn't take it at first but after 10 seconds, the meds kick in and he drinks it. "Good job. Such a good boy." I keep feeding him, Ethan plays with his hair.
"How do we hide him from the gang?"