Sonny'd had a bad feeling before they entered the damn cave network - add in a creepy tunnel that dead ends at some old statue? Asking for trouble. And Spenser just had to go and touch the damn thing.

Rated T. Age regression/de-aging. Kid fic.

Be careful what you say around children, they tend to repeat it.

Chapter Seven

Absolutely no one was surprised to learn that Clay's appetite was exactly the same at 4 as it had been at 28. That is to say, he ate a whole large fries and was working on his second breast piece. His milkshake was already drained too. He'd been stealing long sips from Sonny's for the last ten minutes.

"You could just ask," Sonny groused as Clay once more sucked down chocolate. When he released the straw to return to his carnivorous munching Sonny just slid the plastic cup closer to the kid.

Clay grinned around his mouthful of chicken. Brock snickered across the table.

"Nicely done, Spenser," Trent shot him a thumbs up from beside Brock. Sonny reached over to steal a drumstick off Trent's plate. He took an immediate bite and smirked at Trent's sore face.

Clay giggled from beside Sonny, earning himself a pat on the head.

Davis shook her head, "Really, Sonny? You're suppose to be a role model here."

"Whatcha think, Baby Spense?" Sonny looked down at the kid, "I a good role model?" Clay nodded and reached for the shake. "See Davis? He's good with it."

"I thought we weren't suppose to question Davis?" Clay looked up at Sonny with a scrunched up facial expression.

Davis smirked, "What's that?" Sonny spluttered as Clay looked over to her.

"Sonny said you're not to be questioned." Clay nodded sagely, biting his bottom lip, "Cause you make things appear." Clay pushed his hands out, wiggling his fingers, "Like magic!"

Sonny facepalmed as Davis sat up straighter, "Magic, huh? I like that."

The whole of Bravo was grinning at Sonny as Clay began to describe, in detail, how Davis was probably Santa's apprentice because she could appear, with impossible gifts, at will when she was most needed. Whether the kid was repeating Sonny's words or had concocted his own elaborate story to explain Davis' job didn't matter much to them, Sonny would get credit regardless.

"You," Brock pointed at Clay with a french fry, "Are officially my favorite." Clay leaned forward, biting the french fry from his hand. The table chorused with laughter.

Sonny ruffled the kid's hair, "Are you this adorable on purpose or accident?" Clay grinned.

"Mama says humor is the best weapon after boobs."

Davis snorted. Ray choked on his strawberry shake.

"Your mother said…" Ray palmed his eyes, sighed. "No wonder he likes you so much, Sonny, you probably remind him of his mother."

Clay squinted up at Sonny's face, "I don't think so."

"What?" Sonny swatted at his arm, "You don't think I'm pretty? Come on now, Baby Spenser, you're going to hurt my feelin's." Clay giggled again, scooting closer to Davis.

"You look more like Uncle Jerry."

Clay let Davis touch him, tapping his shoulder, "What's Uncle Jerry look like?"

"Like a SEAL." Clay grabbed his shake again, eyes focusing on that as Bravo exchanged glances.

"It's the beard, ain't it?" Ray stroked bis own, grinning at Jason. Jason crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Beards don't make SEALs," Clay shook his head vigorously, lips puffed out in a pout.

Davis dumped the last of her fries on Clay's plate, "So what does then?" The kid dived for the fries. "Is it the smart mouth or the arrogant walk?"

Clay paused to squint at her as Bravo all fidgeted in their seats. Sonny stole a fry while Clay was distracted.

"Aw, you know you love us," Sonny quipped, smiling at Davis over Clay's head. Davis rolled her eyes.

"SEALs are the best!" Clay began pulling on Davis' arm, practically vibrating in his chair. "I'm going to be one when I grow! Daddy taught me to swim. And Uncle Jerry's been helping me too." Clay's grin had split his face practically in two.

Davis endured his excited clamoring about SEALs with a raised eyebrow and wide eyes, "You want to be a SEAL?" Clay nodded vigorously.

"Why's that? Jason asked, twiddling with a fry and eyeing Clay with vague interest.

Clay's mouth dropped open, post-swallowing, "Because they're the best." His eyes were wide, as if he couldn't comprehend the question.

Sonny broke the boy's trance by ruffling Clay's hair and leaning back in his chair. "Well, I ain't gonna argue with that."

"You wouldn't," Ray shook his head, laughter on his lips. He gave Clay a sharp look, "It cause your dad's one of us?"

A vigorous head shake was the only response now that Clay had returned to his fries.

"Uncle Jerry?" Brock guessed, eyebrow raised.

Another head shake.

Clay swallowed, "Uncle Jerry's a Master Chief, so he looks after Daddy, and he says that it's way harder when they're home." He grabbed at Davis' milkshake this time. Sonny's now drained. "But he got Master Chief a wetsuit, so he can help now too."

"Now, I got questions about this here Master Chief," Sonny pointed a finger at Clay, eyes narrowed playfully, "But you still haven't answered the question of why you want to be a SEAL."

"They help," Clay smiled, big and bright and face splitting. "They're like superheroes, but real."

Bravo, as one, shifted in their seat. Eyes down.

"You, Clay," Davis clapped the milkshake thief on the shoulder, "Never change."

There's totally plot in this chapter, I swear...

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