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Like most mornings Prapai was woken by his most favourite little boy already awake and snuggled into his chest, just waiting for his dada to wake up. Sky was never the type of little boy to wake his caregiver; an anomaly, but a welcomed one.
“Good morning, my Sky,” Prapai spoke with the utmost care in his voice, as per usual.
“Mornin’,” Sky groaned, the clarity of his voice telling Prapai that not only had he been awake for a while, but he was a touch older than usual today.
Prapai’s hand snaked down Sky’s back until he made it to his pantless tush, fingers groping at the soggy diaper he had on. “Looks like someone needs a change.”
They went through the usual motions of the morning; making the bed, climbing up on the changing table, wiping Sky’s wet groin until he was urine free. Only this time, rather than Sky lifting his bottom up so that Prapai could slide a fresh diaper under him like most other days, the boy remained planted against the plastic covered padding of his changing table.
“I would like some undies today, Dada.”
Prapai was no stranger to his boy thinking he was bigger than he actually was. Sky was very… particular, about how he was perceived while he was small. They managed to work out most of the kinks during the first few months of Prapai being dada and Sky being baby, but there were still some days when Sky felt like he had to be bigger. Easier. Even though Prapai loved him all the same, whether he was twenty, three, or a baby.
Being the extra attentive caregiver that he was, Prapai had gotten pretty good at realizing when Sky was actually older versus when he wanted to be older and just… couldn’t. This was one of those moments where Prapai wasn’t too sure he was actually old enough for undies, but a fight wasn’t really what he was in the mood for that morning. What’s the worst Sky could do, pee himself? Nothing they haven’t dealt with before.
Prapai slid the diaper in his hand back into the stack with a shrug, nodding, “Do you want Dada to pick your undies out, baby?”
Sky’s nod was another signifier that he was maybe not as big as he was pretending to be - he very rarely let Prapai pick for him if he was feeling older but, still, he let it go. There was no need for an argument when Sky would likely drop lower in a few hours and require a diaper anyway.
Before long his boy was dressed for the day, hyped and ready for the morning. The more he ran around the more convinced the older man became that he was littler than he was letting on. Sky wasn’t easier when he was older, per se, but he was definitely… slower. Little Sky had three main levels; calm and collected preschooler, chaos toddler, and sleepy baby. He blamed Rain at least partially for his chaos toddler behaviour.
In Prapai’s opinion Sky was definitely leaning into chaos toddler rather than calm preschooler.
Still, breakfast went down a treat; it did every morning. Sky has always been a good eater. So sooner rather than later Sky was set up on his playmat with his mega blocks and Prapai was opening his laptop to catch up on his work load; his so severely neglected work. He feared the wrath of Namtan if he didn’t finish up any of it soon.
“Let Dada know if you need anything, baby,” Prapai reminded him. He was sure that it wouldn’t be too long before Sky needed to be rushed off to the bathroom.
“‘Kay.”
Prapai was far less focused on the documents open in front of him than he should have been, not entirely due to his concern about the rug that Sky was playing on, but mostly because of that. The rug could wash, Prapai wasn’t terribly worried about it; he just didn’t quite have the time for that today.
His boy was rather wiggly, though it wasn’t clear whether it was because he was buzzing with excitement over his toys, or because he needed the potty. Prapai hoped it was the first one, not only because an accident would put a damper on his boy’s happy mood, but because Sky should not have to pee yet. It had barely been an hour since they woke up.
Once that thought was in his brain, it eased some of Prapai’s worries. Sky was good at telling him when he needed to go, even when he was feeling a bit smaller. Sometimes he even told him when he was wearing a diaper, which meant that he really shouldn’t have anything to worry about. With that, Prapai was able to return most of his focus to his work. Not all of it – Sky was still mentally under the age of three after all.
Unfortunately a lot of Prapai’s workload was reviewing videos now. Product advertisements, tours, filmed conferences that were due to be publicised; things that needed his approval.
He was part way through a video, one earbud in, when he heard it. It being Sky, now concerningly still and grunting. He couldn’t see him fully - the rug they used as his play area was beside their couch, which meant there was a blindspot around the arm; which was where Sky’s foot was sticking out from.
Prapai paused his video and removed his earbud, calling out, “Sky?”
He received no reply but did hear another grunt, this one louder and more… pained. He called out again as he stood, mild concern flooding his chest. Had he hurt himself? If he’d slipped younger it was likely he'd injured himself on one of the many toys scattered about - particularly those with closing mechanisms. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d trapped his finger in something.
As Prapai approached, though, it became increasingly clear that Sky had, in fact, not managed to injure himself. Or slip younger, at that. Because Sky was very clearly, very obviously, pooping his pants.
Of all the things to happen this was not one to cross his mind. As a general rule Sky hated pooping, even in his diapers, even when he was tiny; he usually held it until he was big again, or he’d cry all the way through his mess and change. This was new territory. And definitely not what he was expecting.
Prapai was standing behind him, mildly bewildered - he took a step to the side and crouched down, trying to grab his boy's attention, “Sky, baby, you okay?”
His little boy simply lifted his head, brows creased and face pinched, “Yeah. Jus’ playin’, Da.”
“You sure?” Prapai checked, head tilted as Sky very obviously pushed again, his entire torso crunching inwards with the intensity.
Prapai was humming his okay when Sky started crawling again, this time squeezing himself between the couch and back wall. All Prapai could see now was his little boy's booty, forced to watch as his underwear filled slowly but surely.
Sky was no stranger to not being able to poop, especially around Prapai. Although Prapai always did whatever he could to make it an easier experience for him, he learned that letting Sky go at his own pace usually saw the most progress. The last thing he wanted was for Sky to freeze up and not be able to finish, so he left the boy to his own devices. The damage had already been done anyway, the growing lump in the back of his pants proof that Prapai was going to have to clean him up either way. He might as well let him finish.
It didn’t take long, considering he was already in the middle of his business when Prapai interrupted. This would be where Sky begged Prapai to change him, nearly in tears because he didn’t like the way his mess felt against his skin and wanted to be cleaned up right that very moment. Prapai knew Sky like the back of his hand, and he had a hand out, ready for Sky to grab so that he could help the boy up and lead him to the bedroom.
When Sky backed out of his little hiding spot, turned around without sparing a glance at Prapai, and then crawled back over to his play rug, Prapai was almost entirely sure that he was somehow sent to a parallel universe in his sleep. This was so unlike his boy, such abnormal behavior, Prapai almost didn’t even know how to approach it.
He watched Sky for just a few moments, taking in the sight of his boy to make sure that Sky wasn’t the one sent from a parallel universe. Everything else was the same; the delicate way he handled his things, the soft whisper he used to speak life into the toys he was playing with so that he didn’t draw any attention to himself. Even the way he was sitting, with his legs tucked underneath him and his heels holding his bottom up with the mess in his pants between them so that it didn’t squish into his skin while he sat, even that was so Sky. Prapai just couldn’t figure out why he bypassed him and didn’t ask for help.
Prapai remained observing him; watching, silently, waiting for the pin to drop. But it didn’t. So, instead,
“Sky, honey, did you have an accident?” He asked gently, as if he was breaking the barrier Sky had built for himself.
His concern was unnecessary, though, because his reply was void of sobs and begging - and was instead a simple reply of, “No, Dada,” With a shake of his head, grinning, before ultimately going back to his blocks. Well, okay then.
Prapai ultimately decided to let him work through his accident on his own, just for a minute, just to see. He didn’t really know how to proceed. Sky had never acted like this before.
He wasn’t really working, but he popped his earbud back in like he was. Maybe Sky was embarrassed and would try to scoot off and clean himself up without Prapai knowing. He left him playing, building an intricate train track, crawling around the mess of toys with his shorts sagging behind him.
Still, ten minutes later, when Sky was still completely unbothered and the smell was getting worse, Prapai realised he’d have to do things the hard way. The last thing he needed was for his boy to break out into a rash.
“Sky, baby?” Prapai called, standing and making his way over to his little boy, “You need a change. Let’s go.”
“No I don’t,” He denied, not sparing his daddy a second glance.
Prapai had never been this confused in all his life. Sky was not only sitting in his own poopy underwear, but he was also refusing a change. Never had Sky blatantly told Prapai that he didn’t need a change. He barely told Prapai no in general.
“Yes, you do. Your bottom is very stinky. Come on.”
Prapai did have to give his hand a little tug, but Sky reluctantly followed him to the bathroom. He didn’t seem impressed at all, but he wasn’t resisting anymore, which was a win in Prapai’s book.
That was about as far as he went with his cooperation. Sky didn’t step out of his shorts when Prapai asked, he didn’t spread his legs so that his mess didn’t get all over them, and very unfortunately, he did not stay standing like Prapai asked him to, plopping his messy bottom down on the floor as soon as his undies were off.
“Sky! What the–” Prapai cut himself off, never usually one to swear, but especially careful about his words when Sky was little.
He could tell by the look in Sky’s eyes that he wasn’t being defiant. He wasn’t doing this on purpose to frustrate Prapai. He was just little. Very little.
Still, communication was the most important thing in their household, so Prapai still tried to get some semblance of an answer out of Sky to prove that he wasn’t actually an alien.
As he gently guided Sky up to his feet so that he could start cleaning him, completely ignoring Sky booty shaped smear on the tile (he was just grateful he missed the rug in front of the vanity by mere centimeters), Prapai asked, “Why don’t you want Dada cleaning you up?”
He didn’t expect much, the shrug he got was sufficient enough. Sky was a very honest boy, his inability to lie increasing the younger his headspace was. Prapai assumed he was closer to a baby rather than a toddler right now, and that was enough to have him accepting the shrug for what it was.
Sky remained completely and utterly useless throughout the rest of the ordeal - barely moving when Prapai asked, not acknowledging him whatsoever. He had his daddy briefly wondering if he was sick, or struggling with his headspace, but he seemed completely fine otherwise.
The first real reaction he got was when he pulled a diaper from the stack in their bathroom cabinet.
“No.”
“Sky,” Prapai sighed. He wasn’t annoyed - more… bewildered. He was at the end of his rope trying to understand Sky. He wondered if this is how Phayu felt every day with Rain. On second thought, he should definitely call Phayu and ask if he has any idea what could be going on with Sky. If anyone would know it’d be him.
Still, that’d have to come later. After Sky’s naked booty was taped up in a diaper.
“Babe, you pooped your pants. I think you’re too little for undies today. Be a good boy for Dada, hm?”
Sky crossed his arms. He did not want a diaper.
“No.”
His boy was never like this. Sky had definitely been swapped out with an alien version of himself - there was no way in hell his little baby would say no to him so many times in a row.
“If you don’t lay down so I can put this diaper on you, you'll spend five minutes in the corner and then be put down for a nap. With no baba. Which will it be?” Prapai crossed his arms, diaper crinkling with the movement. His serious face dropped back into a sweet smile when Sky plopped himself back on the ground and laid back, “Thank you. Good choice, my Sky.”
Sky pouted, angrily, through his change, refusing to help Prapai in any way. The second he was taped up he stood and stormed his diapered bottom off, straight back to his play area. He sat, facing the wall, and most definitely not looking anywhere near his dada.
Prapai watched with another sigh before shrugging and returning to the bathroom to disinfect everything. He’s half certain they got poop on the vanity, somehow.
He didn’t miss the giggle as he turned back into their bathroom, or the way Sky swung his head around with a shit eating grin, watching.
Rain is a terrible influence.