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"Exciting news! I have your results!" Mr.Harrington's voice rang out.
Anxiety shot straight into my stomach. I could feel my face fall. "I bet Penis is going to be a baby!" Flash laughed from behind the desk behind me.
"There's nothing wrong with being a little fuckwad." MJ retorted.
I already know I'm little. I had all the classic signs. Bed-wetting, occasional day-wetting, overwhelming emotions, love for toys, even had small drops.
"What do you think you'll get Pete?" Ned leaned over and whispered to me.
"You already know what I think." Little.
"I think I will be too." Ned rests his hand on Pete's shoulder. Ned shows the signs of an older little. 6-9 age range.
"You'll be older. We both know I'll be stuck being a baby."
"Nothing wrong with being young." MJ chimed in. "I'm hoping for caregiver."
Our conversation was interrupted by getting our letters. "May told me to wait so we can open it together after dinner."
"Stark included?" MJ asked.
"Yup he has a meeting which is why its after dinner."
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"I called Tony. He'll be over soon and then we're going to open it." May said as she walked into the living room, sitting down next to me on the couch.
"I already know I'm a baby. Tony knows it too. Why do we even need to open it?" I whine.
"It's good to know age range, baby. We need to know so we know who can take care of you."
"I want Tony to! I don't care about it, Tony has to." I could feel that I'm on the edge of headspace. It's not uncommon to drop as soon as you get classified. I could hear May sigh. "I'm sorry May, I'm just. Fuzzy." I knew better than to yell even if I'm dropping.
"It's okay baby, I know it's natural." She wrapped her arms around me pulling me close on the couch.
Tony unlocked our door walking in on us hugging. "Hey kiddo! May. How are we doing?" He walked to the living room.
"Fuzzy." He sits down next to me. "Heads fuzzy."
"That's normal, buddy." He put his hand on my shoulder.
"Want you to take care of me please? Know I'm a baby." I un-cling from May and cling to Tony.
"If you fall under 2 I would love to, baby." He shuffled me so I sat on his lap. "Want to open the letter now?"
"May? Open please?" I'm dropping hard and fast. I squirmed to get comfy on Da-Tony's lap.
"Of course Petey." May grabbed the letter off the coffee table. She took a second to skim read the letter "1to 2 years old."
"1 to 2." I repeat. "Knew I was baby." I exclaim. "Does that mean you can be Daddy?" I look at Tony.
"Of course." He kissed me on the top of my head. "You're dropping down, baby. Do you want him to go with me tonight, May? I have a small nursery set up." Daddy and May talked.
"That'd probably be for the best. Do you have everything you'd need for a 1 year old?"
"Almost. I'll have Happy pick up diapers and stuff like that. Do you want to come with me to the tower baby?"
"Yesh!" I squeak out. I feel younger and younger every minute.