Jaxson's POV:

Finally, work is done, and I get to go home. I live alone because my parents abandoned me once I turned 18. Most people believe I'm still a child because I'm only 4 feet 5 inches and weigh about 90 pounds. I blame malnutrition and being forced to live in a closet since birth. I was walking towards my apartment and down the alleyway separating the street I work on, a cafe, and my apartment building when I felt an arm around my waist and a cloth against my nose and mouth. I tried to keep my breath until the person behind me squeezed my abdomen, forcing me to breathe in the sedative. My eyes started to close. I heard, "That's it; Daddy and Papa will be here when you wake up."

Silas's POV:

Once our precious baby boy was out, I picked him up and carried him towards the car. I placed him in the rear-facing car seat, buckled him in, and placed a pacifier gag in his mouth. I climbed into the back next to our baby's car seat. My husband Ezra entered the driver's side and began the long drive home.

Once we got home, we got out, and I picked up our precious boy into the house and gave him to Ezra. He took our baby to the nursery, and I headed into my office to make a phone call.

(Bold = Doctor)

"Hello"

"Hey, we were able to get him today."

"That's good. I will set an appointment for tomorrow."

"Thank you, Doctor."

After getting off the phone with the doctor, I went to pick up Skylar from Ezra's brother's house, which was right next door. I'm so happy we have our baby boy and a brother for Skylar.

Ezra's POV:

Silas handed me our baby boy; I took him to his nursery. Once in the nursery, I took him to the changing table and laid him down. I quickly went into his mind to find out his name. Jaxson, what a good name for our baby boy. Silas and I decided we wanted a four-month to a-year-old regarding headspace. After finding out his name, I removed his big-boy clothes. Once he was undressed entirely, I noticed scars around his hands and ankles. While I was changing, Jaxson Silas came in and handed me the shot that would take away his control over his bowels and turn his speech into baby speech. While I went to get Jaxson some clothes and a diaper, Silas got to work on removing all of the hair on Jaxson's body. At the doctor's tomorrow, we will get a cream that will stop hair growth all over his body.

Once, I picked out his outfit, a white footie onesie with green stars on it. I wiped his private area with a baby wipe. I quickly injected the shot into his abdomen and his throat. He made a grunting noise but, fortunately, did not wake up. I promptly rubbed rash cream all over his private area, taped up the diaper, and dressed him in his new outfit. Once dressed, Silas grabbed Jaxson's big boy clothes and took them to burn. I swaddled Jaxson up tightly with his new baby green blanket with his name written on it. Once swaddled, I took him into our bedroom, placed him in the bassinet on my side of the bed, turned on the baby monitor, and left the room.

Once I put Jaxson to bed, I went downstairs to get things prepared for tomorrow's doctor's appointment. I made sure to take my lactation pill to help get my supply up for when our son is in his headspace, as we want to try breastfeeding. Soon, Silas came in and told me the appointment was at 9:00 A.M. Why so early beats me. Now that I know the appointment time, I get the diaper bag and stroller ready for tomorrow.

I was preparing dinner when I heard Jaxson crying, so I headed to our bedroom and picked him up. I unswaddled him and noticed that his diaper was full. "Daddy is so proud of you for using your diaper," I told him in a baby tone. I took him into the nursery, undressed him, undid his diaper, and began to clean him up; I noticed that he was blushing and trying to move his arms to cover his face. "There is nothing to be embarrassed about, little one. You're just a baby, and babies use their diapers, and daddies and papas are meant to change them," I tried to comfort him. Once I got him changed, I took him downstairs and placed him in the high chair in the kitchen. Even though he's our son, we don't trust him to be on his own just yet, maybe after the doctors.

Jaxson's POV:

When I woke up, I was hot, really hot. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I started to cry in frustration and confusion. I didn't notice a man coming into the room until I was picked up and released from whatever was wrapped around me. I then realized I felt wet around my private area, and then I heard the man say, "Daddy is so proud of you for using your diaper" DIAPER, I better not be in a fucking diaper. Once, I was taken into a room that looked like an oversized nursery and laid on a table, and I heard the crinkle of a diaper. The man that was called Daddy began to undress me, and I tried to move, but I was strapped to the table. I blushed and moved my hands to cover my face from embarrassment when he removed the diaper. I can't believe it is me. An 18-year-old had an accident. "There is nothing to be embarrassed about, little one. You're just a baby, and babies use their diapers, and daddies and papas are meant to change them," I heard him say. Did he call me a baby? Once he put my clothes back on, he took me to the kitchen, strapped me to a chair, and began to cook.

God, please tell me this is a nightmare. 

Silas's POV:

I walked into the kitchen with Skylar, having just woken him up from his nap, and I saw that Jaxson was strapped into the high chair and Ezra was cooking dinner. I placed Skylar in his high chair, strapped him in, and clipped him on the table. I was confused about why Jaxson was awake; he wasn't supposed to wake up until the morning. I went to the fridge and grabbed a sippy cup of Ezra's breast milk to wake Skylar to wake him up more. Once I gave Skylar his sippy cup, I got a muscle relaxer shot and injected Jaxson to make sure he couldn't fight us when we had to change his diaper and clothes. Once the muscle relaxer started to work, I noticed that he was having difficulty keeping his head up, so I picked him up and cradled him like a newborn.

Once Ezra finished making dinner and placed it on the table, he took Jaxson out of my arms, put him in the swing, and strapped him in to ensure he fell out. While I cut up Skylar's food and ensured that the bib could not be taken off, I noticed that he didn't know that Jaxson was beginning to fall asleep, so I got up and turned the vibrators on to help put him to sleep.

After we finished dinner, I wiped Skylar's face, took him into the living room, put him in the playpen, turned on the TV to Bluey, Skylar's favorite show, and went back into the kitchen to help Ezra clean it.

Ezra's POV:

After Silas and I finished cleaning the kitchen, I picked up Jaxson and took him into the living room to try to feed him. Silas brought the swing into the living room. I gently rubbed Jaxson's belly to wake him up. Silas handed me the feeding pillow, and I took off my shirt. Silas removed the pacifier gag from his mouth and guided his head to my nipple. I believe he is starting to slip into his headspace; he began to suck immediately. It made me so happy that we didn't have to go through the same fight that we did with Skylar. I burped him once he finished on the right side, wanting him to sleep well tonight. I placed him on his play mat, grabbed one of my breast pumps, and began pumping a bottle for Skylar before bed.

After about an hour of watching Skylar play, I picked Jaxson up, and Silas picked Skylar up and took them upstairs for baths. I took Jaxson to the bathroom in the nursery because he needed to be in a bath chair, while Silas took Skylar into his bathroom in his room. Once I finished bathing Jaxson, I wrapped him up in a light blue fluffy towel, took him into the nursery, and laid him on the changing table. I grabbed a bottle of lotion and began to rub the lotion all over his body. I made sure to rub in rash cream around his privates when I put his diaper on. I put him in a dark blue footie onesie with silver stripes on it and grabbed a matching pacifier gag. I picked him up, took him over to the rocking chair, and began to rock him to sleep, and before I knew it, he was asleep. I grabbed a turtle stuffie, headed into Silas and I's bedroom, placed him in the bassinet, and turned on the monitor.

Once I left our room, I headed into Skylar's room to see him running for Silas naked.

"Oh, thank god you're here. He won't let me dry him off and get him ready for bed," Silas said. I quickly grabbed the towel out of Silas's hand and picked up Skylar, to which he began to scream, "No dada, I no want to go sleep." I ignored him and asked Silas to get a bottle ready with the unique flavor that he liked. I placed Skylar on his changing table and began to rub in his lotion and rash cream. Once those were rubbed, I taped on a diaper and put him in matching pajamas like Jaxson. When I finished getting him ready for bed, Silas came in with Skylar's bottle. I took Skylar over to his rocking chair and placed the teat of the bottle in his mouth, which he began to suck immediately; when he got close to finishing the bottle, his eyes started to close. Silas had but a sleeping pill in his bottle, as it had been an exciting day, and Skylar had always been a terrible sleeper. Once he was out, I placed him in his crib's sleeping sac, grabbed his favorite bunny, and placed it in his arm and a pacifier in his mouth.

Once both boys were asleep, Silas and I headed downstairs to watch a movie to relax before our long day tomorrow.