"Wake up, little one. You have slept long enough." A soft voice called. I turned over in my sleep, trying to ignore it. "Come on little one. Don't you want to play any today?" I opened my eyes slightly and looked up. It was Klaus, cooing at me. I laid my head down again, determined to sleep the day away. Then I felt a release from my bladder and if I were human, I would have blushed. Klaus did not care; he picked me up and laid me on the changing table.
I squirmed. "I can do-" he frowned and just stuck a pacifier in my mouth. He removed the diaper, threw it away, lifted my legs and began to wipe me. I looked away. I did not want to see what was happening, I could feel it happening. When he was done with that, he began rubbing baby oil on me. With that done, he began the powdering. I sighed and he quickly diapered me up. He smiled.
"There we are. All clean. Now. Let's see what we can do about breakfast." He picked me up and laid me in the crook of his arm. I just laid there until I was put in a high chair. What the hell? I pushed against the surface table thing. It didn't budge. "Don't try anything little one. It will not work. I had Henrietta spell you so that all of this is more real. Sure, you still have your strength, your speed and your immortality but what you are missing is that your strength and speed are not supernatural. Unlike me. Consider yourself an immortal baby right now. You will get your powers back but only after this is over with or should I say until I take you to your actual age? You are as of right now a two-year-old hybrid. Your birthday is October 13. We will have enough time for that. If not then when we celebrate you being a hybrid, you will have two birthdays. Just keep in mind Tyler. From now on, I am in charge. Now if you will excuse me." 'Don't worry. I wasn't listening anyway.'
He dug around his own kitchen, idiot. When he returned over to me, he had a bottle and a container of Gerber baby food, mushed carrots. You think I am going to eat that garbage? I looked away from him to stare at the window. He kissed my forehead and I jumped.
"Sh. It is okay. It's me, your daddy. Now wait here while I go ask Henrietta a question." He left and I smiled. I knocked the food to the floor and when he came back in, I looked away, before I could smirk at him. He only cleaned it up and redid his work. I smiled at his back. Now I could probably just do it again. Keep knocking the food to the floor until he gives up his little game. He took me from the high chair and picked up the bottle. I snorted, since I was not allowed to use 'big boy' vocabulary. He took the pacifier and set it on the table. "Since you are not yet 1 year of age most of what you have this week will be milk." He put the nipple of the bottle in my mouth and I tried to spit it out but he kept it in firmly in place.
I don't know how to drink milk from a bottle. He began to sing to me and I sighed, and suddenly milk came rushing into my mouth. I closed my mouth and it stopped the flow of milk. I tried again. I would have to drink the milk, but the food? I could probably just get rid of that, because the way he was talking, he was going to give that to me as well. I drank the milk until he was satisfied. He held me and began to pat my back. What the hell is he doing? I just laid over his shoulder until I felt air burst its way up out of my throat and I burped. Oops. "Excuse me." I said, by reflex. My mother was very strong about using manners when at the table. I couldn't help myself. That was how I taught since I was 5.
"Don't worry little one. That is natural for children." He sat me back in the high chair and I sighed. He put the bottle on the table. How long was this going to take? He picked up a baby spoon; it had Blue's Clues for the handle, and dipped it in the food. "Open wide for the airplane Ty Ty." I just threw the container on the ground. He stared at me for a minute. I looked away. He picked me up and I was about to struggle, because I was NOT going to let him spank me again. However, this time he just sat me in the corner.
"Sit there and think about what you did, Tyler Lockwood. You do not throw a fit over your food. Next time I will put you over my knee. But you won't do it again will you?" he said and then went back over to the high chair. He cleaned up the glass and then washed the floor. "It is by now 8 AM. Had you behaved, we would have gone to the park. Now you are just going to play inside." He picked me up again and sat me back in the chair. This time he used the straps of the chair and fed me the damn baby food.
"Good boy." He ruffled my hair and carried me to a new room. "How about we play with blocks for a while." I would love to block your mouth. He set me down and I, carelessly, picked up a few blocks and began to build. Then I got an idea. I collected the blocks and began to build, I built four fortresses, a moat, four huge walls, I built some houses, and then I began to build a tall tower. I built a big building. Then I sat down to look at my work.
"A castle? It is beautiful. What with all the colours and such. Now how about we add a flag to the top?" I nodded and began to search the room. He gave me a stick and it was one of those orange flags you used by the road. I put it on top and then put a dragon in the walls and a girl in the ceiling. I put guards around the forts and a king on the back of the dragon.
I looked around and found more toys. I put werewolves in one section and vampires in the other. I smiled. It was an artwork. "Good job. I would not mind living in there." Klaus said. Then his face brightened up. He handed me a colouring book and a container of crayons. I looked through the book and found a dog with spots.
I began colouring the book and made sure to stay in the lines. When I was done I sat back to look at my work. Sure, I used the wrong colours for everything but I liked it. Klaus took it from the book and left. When he came back, he said it was time for lunch. I held on to him as he carried me. I was too busy wondering what he did with my picture when he sat me in the high chair again. He put the same stuff on the table. I scoffed. Yet again, I am having food made for babies. He picked me up and fed me the bottle. Then when he sat me down, I knocked the container over again. He just sighed. "Little one if you keep acting this way I will have no choice but to punish you. And it WON'T be corner time." He got another one.
He fed me the food; I just looked around the room, bored. Then I spotted my picture. It was hung on the fridge. What is it doing there? I looked at Klaus and pointed. His eye followed my finger and found the dog.
"I want to share your art with everyone, it looks great." Then I was picked up, I felt wet at my crotch. When did that happen? I would get tired of this routine way before it was time to quit. Apparently, I would be this way for three weeks. That is almost a month. I would kill him. I don't care how much he tries to be 'nice'.
He changed me and then he took me back to the playroom. There he let me roam around. I found a door and tried to open it. Klaus picked me up, opened the door and I found a baby playground. I rolled my eyes. He was going to the extreme with this. He sat me in a baby swing, which I somehow fit in. He began to push me and I began to kick my legs to push myself on the swing. I was going higher and higher with each push, but of course when I 'went too high' he would stop and barely push me. I got so bored I think I fell asleep, because the next thing I knew Klaus was waking me up. He was carrying me to the kitchen again. He got food ready and I knocked the container over just to do so. However, Klaus caught it and he fed me my bottle.
"You are definitely not ready for solids yet." He whispered to himself. I struggled in his grasp but he acted as if I was not, as if it was nothing. After the bottle was empty, he put it on the table and carried me upstairs. He laid me on the changing table. He wiped me clean, oiled me down, powdered me down, and put a diaper on me. This one was bigger than the other one I had been wearing. I looked up at him. "It is night-night time for you Ty Ty. Therefore, just in case you need to go during the night you will not need a diaper change. Do not worry. It's okay, I promise." He set me down in the blue moon crib and I was wearing a white nightie. Why is he doing this to me? He kissed my forehead, gave me a hug and then laid me down. He winded the mobile above my head and then started reading me a story. After that, he began to sing to me. I fell asleep soon after that, promising I would make the next day hell for him.
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