Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Forty-One
Christmas eve arrived and Daadaa announced Tommy had to go to bed early that night.
Tommy: “AWWW but why?”
Daadaa: “Because Tommy, Santa clause comes tonight and if you’re not in bed when he comes he’ll skip our house and you won’t get any presents”
Tommy: “Daadaa Santa not real I learned that really young, my mommy told me he was only for rich kids to pretend about.”
Daadaa’s heart hurt every time Tommy had something to say about his Mother, it seemed it was never anything loving.
Daadaa: “Well Tommy that might have been the case for your Mother, but in my family Santa brings us presents and I think that has more to do with love then it does being rich, now you’re going to bed right after dinner, and we are having an early dinner and that’s all there is to it, or do you really insist there’s no Santa? Cause I can tell Santa to just take your presents away if you don’t want them?”
Tommy:”NOOO! I want them, it’s OK, yes Santa is real OK!”
Daadaa: “OK! that’s more like it!”
Dinner did come early and after it was eaten Daadaa took Tommy straight to bath and bed.
In the morning Tommy woke up early having gone to bed so early, he played with his teether and cuddled his bear, his paci and now the teether caused him to drool a lot whenever he played with it, in the beginning he was careful to minimize this and wipe it off his face often but eventually he no longer cared, he now gladly drooled freely for more time to have fun with the teether or his paci. This meant there was often drool spots on his clothing around the neckline especially. Even before the teether he’d gotten pretty used to the feeling of drool on his face from his pacifier already, it was becoming uncommon for Tommy to not have drool on his face and often his neckline/chest.
Daadaa entered the room, first he unlocked and removed Tommy’s mittens, so Tommy could unwrap presents, then picked Tommy up carrying him down the stairs, upon entering the living room Tommy gasped! Right next to his playpen was a real Christmas tree! Not fake plastic, Tommy could smell it, it was fully decorated and lit up with lights! he had seen them in his friends homes in his youth but never had one himself.
Tommy: “It’s soo pweetty, why you only bring it out today? Why not sooner?”
Daadaa: “Well, to be honest I kinda forgot about it at first, but then I decided it might be more fun to have it as a surprise on the day of Christmas, and I think it was, your reaction was fun for me, and it’s only the beginning, what’s that beneath the tree Tommy?!”
Tommy looked down and indeed there were presents all gift wrapped beneath the tree limbs, lots of them.
Tommy: “Who’s all that for? it’s so many!”
Daadaa: “they’re all for you silly baby, do you see any other silly babies in this house? no it’s just you, all for you!”
Tommy’s eyes locked onto one present in particular because it was massive as far as presents go, very tall for a present,
Daadaa:”aha! I see you’ve spied the most special one of all, that’s the one we are gonna open first, in fact lets open it right now, and the rest of them can wait until after breakfast.”
Daadaa set Tommy on the floor and Tommy crawled over to the tall present.
Daadaa: “Now be careful you don’t knock it over, just unwrap it with it standing like that.”
Tommy began ripping away the wrapping paper, it didn’t take much effort, the item was not in a box, it turned out, the gift, was a highchair, it was covered in paw patrol characters, it had four legs that appeared to be steel, two legs in front were joined at the floor level by a bar between them, and the two legs at the back also had a bar joining them together at the floor level, for added stability, Tommy looked up at it, the seat looked similar to a car seat, large enough to fit Tommy and it had all his favorite paw patrol characters all over it, it even had buckles that looked like the ones in the car, Tommy could see a toy sticking to the tray and was curious about it, but couldn’t see it from the floor, Daadaa pulled the tray off, lifted Tommy from the armpits up into the chair plopping him into it on his bedtime diaper wet a messy as usual, Tommy hadn’t even noticed it’s state, he didn’t pay it any mind anymore, he was just focusing on his new highchair, Daadaa was pleased Tommy hadn’t complained about it being only for babies, it showed Tommy was finally accepting himself as a baby.
Daadaa pulled the straps around and buckled the chest clip and the two hip clips, it was a 5 point harness, he snapped the tray in place and then Daadaa dragged the high chair over to the dinning table, where breakfast was already prepared, Daadaa sat in a tall bar stool type chair, so he could feed Tommy in his high chair, Tommy had butterflies throughout the experience, he was happy, so strange to be so happy about something like this, he realized baby things made him happy all on their own, his past rationalizing of associating them with this or that no longer mattered, he didn’t need mental gymnastics to explain why he might like something, now he could just open up and enjoy it. Daadaa finished feeding Tommy and handed him the rest of his bottle Tommy took it in his hands and reflexively tried to flop out onto the ground but didn’t budge an inch, he’d forgotten about the seat belt, he couldn’t get out, the highchair did it’s job of keeping him in place while he nursed his bottle and Daadaa finished his own meal taking his time. Daadaa finished cleaned up the table and the plates while Tommy was stuck in his chair nursing the rest of his bottle. When he’d finished his bottle and set it onto the tray Daadaa was still cleaning dishes, so Tommy looked to the toys attached to the try, there was two of them one would spin when you slap it, and the other was like a rattle shaped like a flower made of plastic, when you smack it would bend over and shoot back up and wiggle a bit, rattling the whole time, Tommy had fun slapping this one cause he knew Daadaa would hear it and maybe it might annoy him, Tommy figured if he could annoy Daadaa then he might hurry up and get him out of the chair faster, and then Tommy could get on with opening gifts.
In reality Daadaa loved hearing him play with his rattle, it made him feel happy his baby was having the time of his life with his new high chair. Once the kitchen was totally cleaned Daadaa unbuckled Tommy lifted him from the chair into a hug and patted his back until he belched, then carried him up the stairs to give him a bath.
Tommy: “But what about da udder presents?”
Daadaa: “You’ll get those after you’ve been bathed, can’t have you sitting in a poopie diaper all day, there’s a limit to these things, your bottom wouldn’t like it.”
Daadaa went through the routine of bathing and dressing Tommy, this time Tommy was put into just a onesie, with monster trucks prints all over it, Daadaa carried Tommy downstairs and plopped him into the playpen, before he could complain Daadaa had grabbed a present and handed it to Tommy to unwrap.
Before he tore into it he paused and looked up at Daadaa.
Tommy: “Daadaa I feel bed, you got me all deez gifts but I did not get you nu thin, you deserve gifts too! But I don’t have any money.”
Daadaa: “Oh Tommy, you’ve given me plenty of presents all wrapped up in your diaper.”
Tommy giggled.
Daadaa: “But seriously, you are my present, as long as I have you there’s nothing I want, I don’t need gifts from you Tommy, besides there’s nothing you could buy me that I couldn’t buy myself, no the best gift is just you, being yourself, seeing you happy, that is a better reward for me then anything money could buy.”
Tommy smiled and tore into the present, it was a clothing box, he pulled the top off, inside was a bunch of bibs, they were made of fabric unlike the bib he used at dinner, he felt one and it was a very soft fabric, very gentle on the skin, the bibs all had different prints, the first one he saw had construction vehicles all over it, on the back of the bib as he held it up he saw it had his name Tommy, sewn into it. Daadaa reached from behind him and grabbed the bib from him, and wrapped it around his neck fastening it in place on the back of his neck, the bib hugged his neckline just a bit loose, and covered his chest.
Tommy: “Why you put it on? We already ate.”
Daadaa: “Tommy this is called a drool bib, you been getting a lot of drool on your cute onesies and this will help contain that, so your onesies don’t get all stained, now you can drool all you want without any worries! isn’t that great!”
Tommy had already been getting lax about his drooling, he hadn’t thought he was staining anything, but he didn’t dress himself anymore, so he rarely got a close look at his own clothes that way.
Tommy: “fank you Daadaa” he lisped around the pacifier.”
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Forty-One.
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