Lucca
I freeze...husband?...cool! "You're married?!" I ask as I go up to him. He nodded. "Yeah, he'll be home tomorrow." I smile and clap my hands but then remember I won't be here tomorrow...he seemed to notice as he quickly took me over and into the water. He walked right in and I go and dip my foot in, I've never been in such a big pool... especially not one where the deep end is 5'6! "You okay bud?" I look over at Mr.Knight and nod. I wanna get in but it's scary. He walked back over and took my hand, helping me down in the water. "Hi!" I say and poke him. He chuckled and poked me back. "Hello little one." I giggle when he calls me that and after a minute I kick off into the water and swim. After a while of hanging out and swimming my head gets a bit too fuzzy...I had been trying to fight it off but it's driving me insane! He keeps baby talking me and telling me "you're not big enough for that" and he keeps calling me cutesy nicknames like "kiddo, baby, sweetie" all that! Eventually I go up and try to get in the floatie but it flips and I fall into the water, getting chlorine water up my nose and down my throat. It takes a second but I get up and out. He had quickly made it over and held me in the water as I cry. "Shh, kiddo it's okay. It's just a bit of water, you're alright." He rubbed my back gently as he walked to the pool steps, he grabbed my towel and wrapped me up before wrapping himself up and holding me again. I keep crying and I hold him tight.
Mr.Knight
"Shhh, sweet boy it's okay. Everything is alright." I tell him as I carry him to his nursery type room, I lay him up in the changing table and grab a onesie.. he's also going to kill me but nonetheless I grab a pull up for a just incase. "Can I get you dressed baby?" I ask as I lay him down on the table, gently running my fingers through his wet hair. He nodded and I gave him a pacifier as I took the swim shorts off. I dress him in the pull up after grabbing a diaper wipe to make sure none of that chlorine stays on his skin, I I use 2-3 more to wipe his arms and legs as well before I slip him into the onesie. He continues to cry even with the pacifier so I just scoop him up and bounce him in my arms for a bit. "Hurts." I hear him mumble as he rubs at his throat. I know it's probably not a good idea but I take him downstairs and hear up hot water in the microwave then add a packet of hot cocoa. "Do you want a big boy cup or do you want a bottle kiddo?" He holds up two fingers and I get a bottle down for the cocoa. I take him to the couch and turn a cartoon on, Dragon Tales. I shake the bottle and drop a bit on my wrist. I then slip it into his mouth as I lay him back in my arms tightly watch the show. "There you go, good boy." I run my fingers through his hair. "I bet that's good, isn't it? You look so very sleepy little one." I watch him struggle to debate on if he wants to let go and be small or if he wants to be big...even though everything here points to "I'm a baby". "How about after this I take you upstairs for a nap?" I look down at him, he's struggling to keep his eyes even remotely open. "Oh good boy, you've almost finished it all." After another 30 seconds he had downed the whole thing. I set the bottle down and lean him up again my chest. I decide it would just be easier to snuggle up on the couch... however I realize I never got out of my wet swim shorts. I walk upstairs, shushing and rocking him as I go lay him in the crib upstairs. I then go off to my room to dry off and put on some actual clothes.
Hours later
Lucca
I wake up a while later. I look over as I feel something heavy across my back. It's Mr.Knight! I smile and giggle happily. I'm up close to his hair...I reach out and touch it. I mess with it and just giggle happily. He wakes up after a few minutes and I just keep playing. "Kid, what are you doing?" He asks as he pulls my hair out of his hair. "P'ay!" I tell him. I try to get my hand back to his hair but he just pokes my nose and tells me no. "why?!" I yell and whine, I wanna play! His hair is just so soft! We snuggle for a while silently before we have to get up and I have to get ready to go home...I don't want to though! "No! No home!" I yell but eventually he does get me up and back into my old clothes so it's easier. He tries to get my shoes on me at the front door but I don't let him. "No! No! No! I don' wanna go!" I stomp my feet and cry. "I wanna 'tay wif you!" I cry and hug him. He just sighs and carries me to the car and tosses my shoes into the backseat.
It's gonna be a looong drive