"The Life" - Chapter 6 (Remastered)
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Carried by his Daddy, Jake looks around and sees the living room totally transformed. Nothing similar to when he entered the house an hour ago. Next to the puffy leather couch sitting in the living room is a large playpen that could fit two boys like Jake and a ton of plushies. A lot of space to play with Daddy and Papa.
The playpen is surrounded by colorful plastic walls and is protected by a thick play mat printed with numbers, animals and letters. Displayed on the play mat are different kinds of toys including lego blocks stacked up on top of each other, drawing books, crayons, rattles, and learning games for 0 to 36 months old.
“Look at this, buddy!” exclaims Peter. “It’s all for you. You’re going to have so much fun. We have a lot more in the toy chest”, he says pointing at a big crate in the corner of the room.
Jake smiles at his Daddy behind his paci.
Papa Mark enters the room, hiding something behind his back. He approaches Jake and Peter and looks at his boy. “Now, you did not bring any plushie friend with you in your bag. Do you not have one?”
“Oh, well that’s not good babyboy. Good thing Daddy and Papa think about everything !” he says as he quickly pulls out a new plushie from behind his back.
“Ohhh, look at that JayJay, it’s your new bunny friend ! How are you going to call him ?” Peter asks enthusiastically while still holding Jake in his arms.
Jake looks at the bunny and blushes. It looks so soft and comforting that he cannot resist but grab it from Mark’s hands. He takes a closer look at his new companion. It is a middle-sized white rabbit with blue eyes and long and fluffy ears.
“Bun-bun!” Jake exclaims.
“Bun-bun? Is that his name ?” Mark asks with a smile.
Jake replies by simply nodding happily.
Peter and Mark look at each other, sharing an intimate look, knowing that all their hard work finally paid off. Their boy was here, for real.
“Welcome to the family Bun-bun! Not sure white was the best idea for our little guy’s friend but I guess he can always get a bath as well!”, says Peter.
He continues, “so now that you have seen your playpen, I think someone is getting a bit hungry. It’s already 6:15pm!”.
Jake shrugs. “It’s early Daddy…”
“It’s early for big boys, yes. Papa and Daddy won’t be eating before your bedtime, kiddo. But for little guys like you, it’s about time to get your dindins ready.”
Peter, Mark and Jake head to the kitchen.
Jake sees his highchair for the first time. He doesn’t even have time to look at it that Mark opens the tray from the side and Peter puts him down. “My arms were getting tired buddy! I guess I will leave the task to carry you around the house to Papa!”, he says jokingly.
The kitchen looks like a regular kitchen apart from his oversized highchair. The chair is very comfortable with a padded plastic cushion under his bum, feeling very similar to his changing table mat. He looks down and sees Mark fastening him in the highchair.
The tray is locked with a mini padlock on the back of the chair and a tight strap is secured again his diapered crotch. He had never seen this kind of strap on anything else than a toddler’s car seat.
While adjusting the strap on Jake, Mark slips a finger under his boy’s pajamas and onesie to check his padding without saying a word, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Jake blushes as he realizes that Mark and Peter really seem to see him as a toddler already and completely ignore the fact that he was still a grown-up an hour ago, before entering this house. At least that’s who he thought he was…
Peter, once again, takes another picture. “Jay-Jay’s first time in his highchair! You look perfect buddy.”
Mark, as the stricter of Jake’s two daddies, takes the lead as to remind him that they expect him to be a good boy during his meals.
They both know that this will be one of the trickiest moments of the day since Jake is not used to being fed, let alone being fed babyfood.
“So kiddo, remember the rules ? Daddy and Papa will feed you big boy food for the main dish most of the time but a babyfood dessert for every meal.
Twice a week, you will be fed a full babyfood meal including the main dish and dessert. You will not know in advance when those babyfood main dishes will be. It is Daddy and Papa’s decision. This rule may evolve over time.
For today, since you have been a very good boy so far, it will be big boy food for the main dish.
Spaghetti bolognese. How does that sound ?”
Despite the time being very early for dinner, Jake is a bit hungry and nods at Mark.
Peter starts preparing dinner while Jake patiently waits in his highchair. Mark bring him a toy to play with while waiting.
Papa turns on football the living-room TV on but Jake’s highchair is facing the kitchen, not the TV. He tries to turn to watch but the tray and his strap don’t allow him to move so much.
“Nuh uh buddy, this is for big boys. You will get some TV time before bedtime, okay?”
Jake pouts, frustrated as he is a big football fan.
“What was that?” Mark says giving him a serious look.
“Hmmm nothing Papa” he mumbles quietly behind his paci.
“Nothing Papaaa”, Jake repeats a bit louder with a face almost as red as the apples sitting on the kitchen counter.
“Good boy, dindins will be ready soon.”
Jake watches Peter prepare his dinner and drain the freshly cooked spaghetti. Peter then cuts the pasta in very small pieces so that it can be easily spoon fed. He then serves a good amount of those spaghetti in a Paw Patrol plastic bowl for Jake.
Once done, Jake expects to see his daddy add bolognese sauce to the bowl but instead, Peter comes towards him and puts the bowl in front of him.
“I know baby, the bolognese is coming don’t worry.”
Peter opens a door of the pantry and shows Jake. “Look, this is all for you!”
Jake cannot believe his eyes. Four shelves are fully stacked in babyfood. Jars, plates, biscuits, pouches. The food seems varied from what Jake can see, some contents are green, orange, red, even purple ! Probably those disgusting beetroots, Jake thinks to himself.
“We have 50 jars, 30 pouches and 20 plates Buddy! Papa and I calculated and this should last about a month. How lucky are you?!”, Peter says very enthusiastically, as if Jake was a huge babyfood lover.
Jake feels a wave of embarrassment and reluctantly nods at daddy knowing that all of this will end up in his mouth and belly in the next thirty days.
He sees Peter grab a jar and looks at his daddy, surprised. “B…but daddy we said I had big boy food.”
“You will have big boy food buddy, what’s that in front of you? Isn’t it spaghetti ?”
Peter puts the mysterious jar in the microwave for a minute and approches Jake again.
He opens the warm jar with a *pop* sound which Jake will be hearing a lot in his new life and smells the food. He has to control himself not to pull back due to the food smell. This is also his first time smelling babyfood and this is definitely not something he would like to be eating. Good thing because he will not have to. It is for his babyboy and no one else under this roof.
“Hmmm what a yummy bolognese sauce for our little JayJay. It smells exactly like big boy bolognese”, he says blatantly lying to both himself and Jake, which makes Mark chuckle from the living room.
Peter stirs and quickly pours the bolognese over the spaghetti while Jake feels anger grow in him and cannot contain it.
“No! I’m not eating that! We said big boy food!”, he shouts, crossing his arms.
Peter looks at him, a bit surprised but also expecting this reaction, especially for Jake’s first time eating baby food.
As he is about to reply, Mark interrupts him and enters the kitchen.
“What is it I heard buddy?”, Mark says with the sternest look Jake has ever seen on anyone before.
“Look at you sitting in your highchair in your pajamas and diapee protesting you want to eat like a big boy. Do you need Papa to spank you on your changing table while you read your rules out loud over and over again? Because do not try me. I love you babyboy, but there is no tantrum in this house. I know this is a lot of new steps to learn and you have been a good boy so far but Daddy or myself will not hesitate to spank your bottom until it’s as red as your face right now!
That’s all this little protest will get you. A red and sore bottom back on this highchair in a few minutes with this same bowl of food waiting for you.
So now you will eat your food like a good boy and apologize for being a bad boy.
I was wondering if I should let you watch the end of the match before bedtime instead of cartoons, do not disappoint me buddy.
Jake has never felt more embarrassed in his entire life. Never had someone raised his voice at him like this and threatened to give him a spank! He does not know what to reply, seeing Mark was actually ready to unstrap him from his highchair and bring him upstairs for a spanking.
Teary-eyed, he seems totally lost in his emotions. He wants this toddler life but dealing with those rules is hard… very hard. Almost as hard as his little peepee throbbing in his cage and double-padding.
Peter had never seen Mark take on this strict dad role and this is making him particularly aroused. A good end of the day is waiting for Mark much later at night when they both are in bed.
Jake looks down. “I’m sorry Papa and Daddy.” His tears do not roll down his cheeks but both his daddies can see his emotions clearly.
Mark gets a sense of regret, did he go too far for Jake’s first evening with them? After all, he needed to do this and cannot go back in time. This is for the best.
“Good babyboy.” Mark says, lowering himself to be face to face with Jake. He looks at him in the eyes, “it’s okay sweetie, we will forget about your tantrum and you can watch football with papa after dindins, how does that sound ?
I love you so much you know that. I don’t like enforcing rules but this is for your own best Buddy.”
To encourage his boy, Mark grabs Jake’s plastic spoon from Peter’s hand and takes a first spoonful of bolognese spaghetti and eats it. “God, this is bad,” he tells himself.
“Hmmm so yummy, you’re going to love it, it’s just made for little ones like you.”
Mark gives a kiss to Jake on his cheek and to Peter on the lips. “I’ll let you feed him while I watch the match.”
He also whispers in his husband’s ear, “you forgot his bib”, leaving with a playful wink.
Peter smiles and goes get one of the many bibs awaiting to be covered in food in the next few days, weeks or months.
He quickly ties it around Jake’s neck. “We can’t take any risk with the bolognese, can we ?” he tells Jake with a laugh.
He then grabs the plastic spoon.
“Alright buddy, get ready for the airplane. Vrooooooooom”.
