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The alarm clock goes off shane reaches over turning it off before it can wake Ilya he looks over at him gently Extending his arm to Touch Ilya's curls he whines rolling closer to shane cuddling into him
“Goodmorning my sweet baby, how are you feeling today?” Ilya grunts in reply clearly still sleeping and being fussy “aww my Ilya thats ok we can just cuddle for a while”
As they lay there Shane's hands moving in Ilya's hair rubbing while keeping him cuddled to his chest shane starts to smell the unforgettable smell of urine he doesn't react out loud quite yet just holding Ilya close
He moves the blanket off the two his hand wanders down to the pull up between Ilya's legs the plastic squishing as he does shane rubs the pull up for a second he sits up pulling Ilya back at the same time a little to reveal the wet spots on the sheets nothing to big but there are some Ilya sniffles knocking shane out of his thought “hey no its ok Its what I expected your ok” shane kisses Ilya cheek checking on him before getting out the bed
He moves around the room back to the closet grabbing another pull up fresh shirt and shorts putting them down on the bed “I dont have any wipes sweet boy im going to grab a towel for now i will be so gentle tho dont worry” Ilya lays back on the bed more thumb back in mouth was that” shane rubs in some lotions before pulling the new pull up on Ilya “I want soska”
“Whats a soska Ilya?” Shane watches Ilya's movements closely as he bites harder on the thumb and wiggles around “is soska russian?” Shane asks without seeing much of an answer from Ilya so Shane takes his phone out googling it “is soska a pacifer?”
“Is that what you want baby boy you want a paci” shane finishes getting ilya dressed fixing his hair pulling Ilya up onto his hip carrying him out the room
Ilya fussies more leaning into Shane's touch shane hushes trying to sooth him back a little “I don't have any pacifier here but after breakfast we can go to the store if you feel up to it” shane sets Ilya down at the table carefully still supporting him “what do you think baby boy wanna go pick some things out?”
Ilya shakes his head “nooo” Ilya fussies louder pushing one of the rags off the table “hey now we aren't going to do that, we just use our words” Shane doesn't raise his voice he would never, never at his Ilya in this state or out of this state.
“Well I cant leave you here alone you know that” Shane starts to cut up fruit in the kitchen Ilya throws his head back on the chair whining “but if you really don't want to go I could have someone come and watch you?”
Ilya looks over shane clearly not wanting that option “noo daddy” shane looks up from cutting the fruit “what did you call me sweetheart” shane moves closer to him “you wanna repeat that for me” Ilya whines out before saying out “daddy I want to stay with you daddy” shane smiles “aww precious but as much as I wish we could just stay here like this forever we do need to pick some things up like you want a soska right? We need to get more pull ups too I dont have many here”
Ilya whines chewing on his shirt “ok we go only quick tho” shane smiles rubbing Ilyas back before heading to the kitchen “of course baby we can be quick”
“So my sweetheart how old are you feeling because I know you're not yourself right now and that's ok” Shane says soothingly “baby?”
Ilya sits up straighter shirt in his mouth more “I feel really small” Ilya moves in his seat clearly uncomfy
“Its ok you dont have to know can you show me on your fingers” shane asks watching Ilya closely but Ilya doesnt move “ok I can hold my fingers up you just say yes or no’ shane starts with holding 4 fingers up assuming that's the oldest he could be with the mood and accidents he moves to 3 with no reaction from Ilya then to 2 and he gets a very slow but its a nod from Ilya
“Daddy wet” ilya mumbles after shane looks over at Ilya he is sat in a wet puddle in his chair “oh sweetheart you didnt tell daddy its ok your not in trouble no reason to cry” Ilya has already started the tears shane scoops him off the chair the pull up weighed down very visible through the shorts “my baby you might need something bigger then a pull up”
“No im sorry I will be big boy” Ilya cries out very in distress shane bounces his lightly working on calming him before even thinking about getting him cleaned up “no ones mad I love you so much all of you I just want to help but your really worrying me honey is there anything I can do for you”
Ilya settles a little mumbling “soska” again "right right baby boy we can get you clean then go get your soska” shane lays Ilya on the bed grabbing another pull up and clean shorts he takes his old pull up and shorts off throwing both into the trash can both of them ruined before slowly wiping him down sliding the new pull up and shorts on moving his hand on top of the pull up rubbing his pull up “there you go my good baby”