Be John:
This was certainly a fine predicament you'd gotten yourself in. You felt you could say that now, at the end of the most reckless day of your life. Every aspect seemed to have finally calmed down from the beating of your heart to the baby sleeping in Dave's arms. You honestly hadn't fathomed that this would or even could happen, that when you finally were allowed to stay with your best friend — and for a good portion of the summer too — you would be taking care of Bro turned baby with said friend. The two of you had found him practically swimming in the clothes he had apparently been wearing that day, crying like a newborn although he looked too big to be one.
Needless to say the morning was a mess of trying to find out how to get him decent enough so proper clothes could be bought, buy a few outfits too many to be considered normal, then realize there was more to a baby than just clothing. The rest of the day was spent repeating that same pattern of buy, come home and remember. The repetitive task tired you both out but the necessity pushed you to keep going.
You revelled in the silence and relaxation present now.
Be Dave:
You're exhausted. Purely, utterly exhausted. Your legs burn from the amount of walking that John insisted on doing even though you had a car — granted he did have a point in saying a car seat was needed, but still. This pain could have been prevented. Furthermore, there is a sleeping and drooling mess of a baby in your arms that you are far from currently enjoying holding and under any other circumstance you would tell John to hold the kid. Right now though you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. He looked just as exhausted as you felt and after all, it was your family member who had decided to become shrunk and baby-fied.
Luckily that same family member had a stash of money stowed away for emergencies. You and John had placed a dent into that amount but, you reasoned, since you were buying for the original owner of the money you wouldn't be in too much trouble. On top of that, it was a pretty big emergency, so really Bro shouldn't get upset at all. Assuming he ever reverted back to his normal self. You'd rather not trail down that train of thought.
You found your eyes closing and nudged your friend next to you, rousing him from his half sleep. Together you made the trek to your room, your bed just big enough to hold all three of you. Bro laid between your bodies, still sleeping peacefully but who knew how long that would last? You figured he'd be safest between you and John since neither of you moved much while you slept and this way Bro wouldn't fall off the bed.
It didn't quite occur to either of you to buy a crib in your shopping spree.
Be Bro:
For you, there was nothing more satisfying than yelling at the top of your lungs right next to your brother's ear as he slept and not being bitched at because you did have a legitimate reason. It wasn't your fault you couldn't feed yourself right now.
You heard him curse and heard the teen on the other side of you nearly cry as you did. Obviously he'd been sleeping hard. You lost a bit of your joy knowing that — you had only wanted to wake Dave. Oh well. It was a price to pay. You did love having both of them awake to dote on you though.
Much to your dismay, you did fall for John's peek-a-boo game twice while you waited for Dave to warm up your food. In the end you were both giggling but at the time you honestly had no clue where he'd gone. It took you a few minutes to realize that he was just behind his hands.
You suspected you wouldn't remember that tomorrow.
You suspected correctly.