Eight.

Attitude.

Chapter eight.

VINCENT.

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"Can't we do this tomorrow?" I whine and huff as I snuggle into the sofa pillow. "No, I want to get it done tonight." Zander says.

I groan and Zander gives me a pointed look making me roll my eyes.

He picked me up from work 3 hours ago, we ate tea and now he wants to go over my rules. "But.." I begin only to get cut off by Zander, "No buts."

I huff once again and snatch a blanket from behind me and set it over my body.

He hands me the sheet with rules on and let's me read through it.

Vincent's rules.

1. Only swear when necessary. (Shouldn't be often).

2. No hurting others or yourself.

3. No offensive words.

4. Tell me when something is wrong.

5. Remember to drink water.

6. Three meals a day.

7. No sweets after 8pm.

8. Make sure all your chores are finished before anything.

9. Tell me if you're going somewhere.

10. Don't talk back.

11. Be polite.

12. No alcohol or drugs without my permission.

I read through them and hum, "Okay." I just want to get this over with. "Is it alright?" I raise a brow at my caregiver, "Yes, it's alright." I answer.

"Your chores won't be much. Just cleaning your room, washing the pots, cleaning the kitchen and cleaning the living room. I'll do the rest."

I nod, "That's easy." He smiles softly at me and tells me I can go sleep if I would like.

"I'm not in the mood to sleep now." I shrug and nuzzle the blanket. I then frown and throw it off me. I leave the living room making Zander call after me with a concerned tone.

I soon come back with my Winnie the Pooh blanket and sit on the sofa. "Can we watch something?" I ask and stare at my caregiver. "Whatever you'd like, bunny." He ruffles my hair and I smile brightly.

"Black Phone!" I suggest, already reaching for the remote. "Alright, do you want snacks with it?"

"Mm..a drink.?" I give him a small look. "What drink would you like, Vincent?"

"Lemon juice, please!" I giggle and hold my blanket close.

Zander nods and soon he's out the room. I then remember Marley and run upstairs to my room, I grab her and kiss her forehead. I run back down and jump on the sofa, Zander walks in at that exact moment and chuckles. "Don't hurt yourself, love."

I nod and make grabby hands at the cup of lemon juice. He passes it to me and I take a sip, humming in delight. "Delicious."

"I'm glad you like it, Vinnie." Zander takes a seat next to me and gets comfortable and soon we're cuddling, whilst watching the horror.

Once the movie finishes, my drink is gone and Zander is sleeping. I take a look at him.

His eyelashes are long, and his expression is relaxed and soft. It's sweet. He's peaceful and his lips are parted a little. It's almost adorable..

This man is my match. My caregiver.

My caregiver.

I haven't been exactly little yet. There was the time when we went shopping but I wouldn't say that was properly.

I slowly move off the sofa, grabbing Marley and my blanket. What if I just..try being little? Nobody will know. Nobody will hurt me.

I sneak upstairs and go inside my room. I open my walk-in closet and look at my big clothes, then my eyes trail to the bags of little clothes.

I pull out a black and white hoodie with a cartoon picture of a cat's face on the white part and a cats paw marks on the black part. On one of the sleeves is a cat tail and I smile at how adorable it is.

The hoodie.

I then grab some light blue cinnamon roll shorts. It doesn't really match but who actually cares?

Me. But I can't be bothered finding anything else.

The shorts.

I grab some black and white, thigh high fluffy cat socks.

The socks.

I then look through all my little gear and pick out the white paci.

The paci.

I pick out the Tom and Jerry paci clip.

The clip.

I pick my blue Winnie the Pooh sippy cup and Winnie the Pooh bottle and stay with my Winnie the Pooh blanket.

Blue sippy cup.

The bottle

Blanket

I get dressed and after a lot of struggling and A LOT of whining, I manage to clip the paci onto the clip and then attach it to my hoodie. I go downstairs, making sure to not wake Zander.

I fill the sippy cup up with lemon juice and tighten the lid. I grab Marley and the blanket, leaving the bottle on the island, I go into the living room and change the tv onto 'Christopher Robin.'

I sit crossed legged as I suck on my paci and cuddle Marley and my blanket. My whole body feels light and fuzzy, and suddenly all my bad thoughts drift away.

~~~~ZANDER~~~~

I wake up to the sound of the tv, and a voice that sounds a bit muffled but I can tell what it says.

'Oh, Pooh. Heffalumps aren't real!'

I open my eyes more and catch the sight of the familiar black haired boy, sat on the floor criss crossed, cuddling his blanket and Marley whilst sucking on a paci. His eyes practically glued to the tv.

I smile at the sight. It's adorable. I get off the couch and crouch down to the smaller boy. He looks my way and his paci falls out his mouth. "Hi, little one." I softly say. I'm honestly shocked at how soft that came out, I know my voice is usually quite deep and raspy when I wake up.

"Ander?" Vincent mutters, I'm about to say something until a low rumble fills my ears.

"Tummy go roar!" Vincent giggles and pokes his tummy.

I mentally coo at the adorable boy and chuckle. "Let's get some food in there." I say, I stand up straight and beckon for Vincent to follow only for him to frown at me and pout. He raises his arms up in my direction and makes grabby hands, I smile softly and pick him up. Setting him on my hip.

I feel him lay his head on my shoulder and i walk into the kitchen. I notice his Winnie the Pooh bottle on the island and move it onto the counter, I place Vincent on the island watching with a gentle smile as he kicks his legs and grabs his paci, putting it back into his mouth.

"What would you like to eat, flower?" I ask and hold his hands, rubbing the top of them with my thumbs. "Mm cake!" He squeals. I shake my head with a fond smile, "I'm sorry, lovely, but unfortunately that's not on the menu for tonight."

"Den I wants chips!"

I stare at the young boy, I'm about to say something when I remember he's British. I don't know how I can forget when he has quite a strong accent.

"Then fries you shall get." I kiss his forehead, "Fries..dat funny word." I smile at his words one again and start up his food.

(They're called fries in America, right? I googled it so I'm going off of that.)

When I was finished, I made sure to put Vincent in one of the chairs and watched carefully as he ate his food. He finished and began to drink some lemon juice, "I wike lemmy juice." He says and sucks on his bottom lip. I smile widely and ruffle his hair.

I then check the time, 1am. Ah, gosh. "Vincent, darling, are you tired?" Vincent shakes his head, "Nope!" He kicks his legs. "Well, it's getting quite late and I wouldn't want my little one to be tired tomorrow. I want to make sure he has a lot of energy to play with all their toys." I pick Vincent up, and he whines. I raise my brow, "All gone." He sighs.

I realise he's talking about his drink and give him a sweet smile, I put his paci in his mouth. "I wan lot energy.." he mutters and I listen to his little mumbles.

"Let's put you to bed then, eh?" I say and position him so he can see my face and I can see his. He nods and I watch as his eyes begin to close. Oh, my sweet, sweet boy. "Milk.." i hear from his mouth.

I smile softly and make my way back to the kitchen, I grab his bottle and fill it up with angel milk. I then go up to his room but then stop and go into mine. "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?" I ask him and he nods excitedly, "Yesh!" He slurrs and I smile softly.

I pass him the bottle and he drops his paci, and begins to drink it. Whilst he's doing that, I go get dressed. I put on a plain black shirt and some checkered pyjama pants.

Suddenly, the bottle falls to the floor and Vincent's bottom lip began to quiver. I quickly rushed over and knelt down so we could see eye to eye. "What's wrong, little love?" I grab his hands and subconsciously rub them. "Marey an bankie!" He cries and I kiss his forehead making his whole body stop. His face goes red and I chuckle. "Oh, my sweet boy. I'll go get them for you, stay here."

I go get his blanket and Marley and soon he's fast asleep cuddling them.

I pick up his bottle off the floor and then go downstairs to clean up. Once I'm finished, I turn the tv off and all the lights. I go back to my room and quietly slip into bed my with little one.

Unexpectedly quick, I fall into a deep sleep.

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A/N

Soooo, Vincent's slipped into little space and I think he's adorable!

I love you all so much and I'm so proud of you. Never give up and keep trying, my lovelies. Stay safe! <3

Take care. :)

Wc: 1705.

EDIT:

A/N

My bad, I forgot to add a rule. That's my bad.