I'm not a puppy! (age regression)

24. Part of the Family

They frowned down at their socked feet before slipping off their kitchen chair and sprinting up towards there room, with their arms goofily around the large teddy.

As we heard them reach the landing, we walked out in the hallway to wait for them. Tom pounced on me with another brotherly hug
"Congratulations man, I'm so happy for you"
He wiped away another tear as we separated and I called him a sappy git.

Tom looked back up the stairs and chuckled.
"They're fucking adorable"
I playfully chided him.
"You're gonna have to cut down on swearing around the baby. Gotta set good examples for when the no potty mouth rule comes in"
Tom laughed but followed with a more serious question

"Have you layed down any rules?"
"Ah I'll have a proper list of rules with time, but right now the only things I'm firm on are protection day and night"
Tom hissed
"They can't be taking that well"
I shrugged
"Well it's nessecary, I'll probably be enforcing a few more simple things when we go shopping. Sippy cups and the likes"
"Yeah with the adoption you're gonna need alot more than sippy cups and teddy's to pass the home inspection"

Tom and I chatted on, with Tom offering torrents of help should I need it while I shared some of Jamie's recent cutest moments, including the purple nursery request.

After a bit I looked back up the stairs, wondering why Jamie was taking so long. I called out.
"Jam everything alright?"
"Yeah!"
They squeaked and I moved towards the stairs instinctively to call out again but didn't need to as jam came hurtling around the corner, barreling down the stairs and hitting into my side.

"Woah-hoho, steady on there Bambi"
I dusted them off, but Jamie puffed out their cheeks and pushed my hands away, then mumbling.
"Sorry"

"S'alright bambi, what were you doing up there?"
I asked curiously and Jamie stalled to answer. They swung their leg back and forth nervously, pulling at their hoodie cuffs.
"Um..."
They looked at Tom suspiciously then reached up to me, pulling me down by my shirt to their level to whisper in my ear
"I put Chase in the tent to keep him safe, an I had to make him comfy"
"Ooh smart thinking Bambi"
Jamie smiled proudly at my praise while I stood up straight, giving Tom a nod to open the door.

We all spilled out onto the street, walking at a quick pace towards the nearby park, where there had to be at least 3 ice cream vans hanging around.

Tom filled out the conversation the whole way over, mostly with stories from our childhood that jam found highly entertaining.
"So for about 10 years straight, I never ate any of the vegatables we'd have at dinner. They'd all get snuck onto Andrews plate when he wasn't looking"

Jamie giggled and looked to me to confirm it. I did, but with a dig at Tom to boot.
"Finally we have an explanation for why I'm taller than you"
Tom scowled which made Jamie laugh even more.

We reached the traffic lights to cross, the pedestrian going green and letting us go. But Jamie lagged behind as I realised they were only walking along cracks in the road.

The light was about to turn against us, and with a couple cars waiting to go, I turned back.
"Come on Jam, quickly quickly "
And took Jamie's hand, gently taking them to path. We continued talking as we walked on, but mine and Jamie's hand remained locked.

Jamie didn't move to separate and neither did I, so on we walked, holding hands on our way to the park.

We entered in through the parks main gates, deciding to cut across its field to save on time to make it to the main plaza area, where there was sure to be a ice cream vendor.

We were just passing by the desserted playground. It was the middle of the school year, and not a kid was in sight. Well apart from jam. When Tom asked the big question.