"So, how did mommy's little boy's first day of school go?" Lois inquired, the child she questioned scoffed, annoyed by the distractions preventing his concentration.

"It was sufficient, to say the least." He answered, gazing at the quick passing houses he's learned to...accept.

"Mommy's glad you had a good day!"

And once again you disregard my words-

"Speaking of school, Chris got detention again. Apparently, he grabbed a cheerleader's breast." The giggles that emitted from Peter after the statement almost embarrassed the toddler.

Acquire some sense of maturity, fat man.

Stewie sighed, his face plastered with unamusement and slight bewilderment. The Griffin's iconic yellow and turquoise house in clear view. With an exceeding amount of disappointment for Stewie.

"OH! Stewie look! We're home!" Lois proclaimed her voice suddenly gaining an octave.

Unbuckling himself and grabbing his backpack along with Rupert he left the vehicle. Stewie quickly made his way into the house. His entry grabbing the attention of Brian.

"Hey Stewie," the canine greeted in his typical monotone voice. The toddler he spoke too didn't respond yet instead muttered something unintelligible.

"Stewie?" Brian repeated lifting himself from his sitting spot and followed the focused-baby. "What's up your ass?"

"Nothing you imbicile," Stewie hissed, placing his backpack on top of the tangerine-coloured table. "I'm just slightly irritated," grabbing a piece of paper out of his pack; he sat atop of a chair.

"And the reason would be?" the snow-white dog asked, watching his best companion scribble nonsense.

"As they say on RuPaul's Drag Race; None of your shit sista," concluding his statement with a left-handed z-snap. Confusing the canine, "What the hell does that even mean?"

Stewie lifted his gaze off the paper and placed it onto the culprit. Mouth agape the baby quickly grabbed a nearby water bottle and tossed it at Brian. The dog immediately running away from the scene as if a vacuum was in the near vicinity.

Stewie chuckled, tilting his head to get a clear view of his Teddy. "Oh shush Rupert, you can't blame me. He's the idiot who hasn't watched such an amazing television program," as per usual the bear didn't respond.

"Well anyhow Rupert now that Brian's out, I wanted to talk to you about something," Shifting his sitting position, Stewie stared directly into Rupert's lifeless button-like eyes.

"So as we've discussed after the whole Oscar incident and since we're in an open-relationship I have to admit," the toddler sighed, scratching the back of his head. "I found a quite attractive toddler who I may have f-fall,". His throat burned with his attempt to admit his attraction. For an unknown reason as he never before had this difficulty conveying his emotions.

"that I've f-fall," again it seemed as if his mind and vocal cords were on different spectrums of the earth.

"I'm not quite sure why this Is so difficult for me to say," he let out an uncomfortable chuckle, "but uh I've found another toddler of whom I've developed an attraction towards," a gigantic sweep of relief traveled throughout Stewie's body.

"So I hope you understand, also it's strictly physical attraction nothing romantic,"

That's what Stewie said, and tried to believe but the question he would have to face in the upcoming days was,

Was that the truth?

Extra long chapter to compensate for my inconsistent updates. (Also more of the reader coming up soon.)