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A New Home for Jensen

Jensen thought for a moment, but couldn't think of anything. "No. Not weally." He said, frowning a bit. He was getting kinda bored.
 
It was getting dark outside, so they couldn't go there....


They could watch a movie, but they already did that not too long ago...


There really wasn't much to do!
 
"Cuddle?" Jensen asked, looking up at his Daddies with big, bright eyes full of innocence, and an adorable smile on his face.
 
"That's good idea," Jared smiled before the three went to the couch and cuddled close together. Misha and Jared wrapped their arms around both each other and their baby, in warmth and comfort.
 
An hour or so passed, and the couple smiled knowingly at their baby trying to hide his yawns.


"Someone's getting sleepy, huh?" Misha murmured.
 
"But if you don't go to bed, how will your babies want to go to bed? Button needs to cuddle with his Daddy and friends." Jared inquired, smiling brightly.
 
Jensen frowned, and nodded. "Otay. I go to bed, Daddy." He says sleepily, as he lets out another yawn and rubs his eyes.
 
Kissing the younger's forehead, Misha said, "Let's get your babies together, huh?" gathering Toothless and all of Jensen's other little ones, the couple led their own little one to his nursery, dressing him in a pair of light blue footie pajamas.


Placing Jensen in his crib, Jared and Misha kissed him goodnight.
 
Turning off the lights of the nursery, activating the night light, the couple left the door open a bit, proud of their baby boy's Daddy skills. Those diaper-clad plushies were rather lucky.


(Skip to the next morning or so?)
 
Jensen sat in his highchair, dressed in just a plain blue onesie and socks. He smiled and giggled softly, as he patted his hands against the highchair tray, waiting patiently for his breakfast.
 
Sitting beside their little one, Jared smiled as Misha set down their breakfasts and ruffled Jensen's hair.


Beginning to eat, the blue-eyed man asked, "Is there anything special you want to do today, baby?"
 
Wiping the little mess from Jensen's face, and praising how he was very good at feeding himself and not making a huge mess, Jared lifted him from his highchair and peppered the dark-blond's face in kisses.


"You sure there's nothing you want to do today, baby? Inside day, today?" Jared wondered.
 
Jensen thought for a moment, before requesting something a bit different. "Daddy? How many diapers do you think I can wear? Can we find out? Pweese?" Jensen begged.
 
Eyebrows raising a bit at Jensen's unusual request, Jared paused a bit before nodding, "Sure, baby. Let's get some then." Going to the nursery, and having their baby lay on the changing table, the hazel-eyed man unbuttoned Jensen's onesie before starting to tape as many diapers around the shorter's waist as he could.


Standing behind his husband, Misha watched in amusement.
 
Jensen giggled and felt his legs spreading from the numerous diapers being taped around his waist. He loved this, and was surprised at how many diapers he was able to wear at one time. "Daddy, how many is it? Is it lots?" Jensen asked curiously, as he felt a few more diapers being taped around his waist. He was going to have lots of fun today.
 
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Once it seemed like he couldn't tape anymore diapers around their baby's waist, Jared helped Jensen sit up. Standing back, with his hands on his hips, Jared smiled, hazel eyes twinkling, "How does it feel baby? See if you can count how many there are."
 
Jensen frowned. He didn't remember how to count. "I--I dun' know how to count, Daddy. 'm sorry." Jensen said, pouting softly.
 
Feeling bad for asking that question, Jared smiled sadly, "S'okay, baby. Don't be sorry, here, lemme help you." Holding Jensen's hand, and using his pointer finger, the taller started to count how many diapers their baby was wearing, "One...two...three...four...five....six...seven...and eight! You're wearing eight diapers, buddy."


Watching the pair, Misha fell even more in love with Jared, and knew exactly he was with the right person. He had always known that, but now there was so much more proof.
 
"Eight. Is that a lot, Daddy?" Jensen asked, as he wriggled his bottom, and bounced a bit, enjoying the extra elevation he got with all those diapers.
 

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