Chapter Five"Shopping"
Tony discovered a few things in the space of an hour as he pushed the shopping cart to his car. One thing, car seats are damning things when it comes to putting them into another car. The second, Babies required way too many items for even just a week. The final thing; Gibbs's new charge wasn't a normal baby whatsoever. That he was positive of.
The two of them had reached the nearest store within ten minutes of Tony buckling the squirt up. Tony found himself actually wrestling the infant into the car seat, feeling like a jerk when he noticed how miserable the kid look. Glancing around, he saw a couple entering with a baby about the kids' age possibly, the other baby in some sort of cushioned thing in the seat.
"Hey you two," he called as he hurried forward while they turned around.
"How may we help you?" the woman asked kindly at seeing the baby with him. Maybe the squirt was good for something, he mused.
"My… brother has recently come to live with me. I don't… err…"
"Know the first thing about kids? Don't worry, I was the same way at first." The father looked amused by that while the mother crooned down at the infant.
"Yeah," Tony said lamely, flashing them a relieved grin, "So, do you have any –uh—advice and what items I need?"
They were more than happy to help, he discovered. They spent well over an hour talking before Tony began his shopping trip. The baby in his captivity whined when Tony touched a particular item every now and then, clearly displeased with it.
"How about it, baby bandit?" Tony snickered as he held up a black and white striped shirt. He yelped when he received a kick near his groin for that. Wow, tough crowd. Was a kid his age even supposed to realize what he was saying?
After perusing the clothing section, Tony arrived at the food aisle with several dungarees, mini jeans, play clothes, shirts, Velcro shoes, socks, and a few footie pajamas and one nightie that was maroon with a lion on the front.
Tony remembered the woman's advice and picked out several jars of baby food and infant formula with plenty of bottles. He added bibs (ignoring the whining from the cart at this) and baby dishware. Satisfied with his handiwork, he went down other aisles and added –plenty—of diapers, powder, lotion, washing materials, pacifiers, among other things.
"Relax little man, we're almost done," Tony assured as he went down the toy aisle and admired some of the action figures, wondering if his boss would let the kid play with a magnum pi one. The baby suddenly made a noise and Tony turned to see him attempting to reach a stuffed black dog on the opposite side of him.
"Fancy yourself a pup?" Tony sniggered as he plucked the dog up and placed it beside the baby. The kid looked content with the dog so Tony added bath toys and plenty of other stuffed dogs for babies after that. He even found a few of those silly children books about dogs. Imagining his boss reading Clifford the big red dog, Tony added it instantly to the cart with a smirk.
There wasn't much of a line at the check up area thankfully, so Tony settled to unloading everything and perusing the magazine section, practically drooling at the bikini clad women in one edition. Eventually his turn came and he smiled charmingly at the beautiful clerk in front of him. She smiled back flirtatiously before crooning at his charge about cute he must be. Tony wondered if he should bring the little guy around other places. He'd gotten quite a lot of females looking in his direction today.
He put away his bags into the cart and thanked her, using Gibbs' debit card to pay for everything as his boss had ordered. Damn kids were expensive.
"You have a wonderful day, sir," the clerk sang as he left. He smiled, almost to himself, before pushing the kid towards the car.
When he was carrying the kid and a handful of the groceries up the stairs, he glanced at his receipt and noticed that a few items he hadn't bought were on there. Huh?
Stopping at the reception desk, Tony set the kid on it and rummaged in the bags before discovering that he had come away with several oddities like three sexy women magazines, a pack of chewing gum and a root beer. He most certainly didn't remember getting those. Well maybe the magazines but he remembered putting those back!
Shrugging it off and praying his boss didn't look at his receipt, Tony lifted the kid back up and carried him back to the bullpen.
Harry frowned to himself as his current babysitter placed him back in his prison. He'd noticed the bikini-clad women with good-looking legs and couldn't resist adding it to the cart. He'd also added the root beer and gum, something he seldom got to have before. Too bad Tony wouldn't give his new items up!
Grumbling about cruel people mentally, Harry realized he still didn't have anything to do in this contraption. Was this thing even safe?
"Ah!" Harry said, reaching a hand up for Gibbs. His caretaker noticed his movement and reached in, rescuing him from the playpen before setting him on his lap. Harry found that Gibbs was quite comfortable, so he blamed that reason for why he scooted closer to the man.
Gibbs rummaged in one of the bags before pulling something out of a package. Harry instantly knew it was a soother and he squirmed as it neared him. He clamped his mouth shut in vain, as Gibbs expertly pushed the rubber nipple into his mouth. He grimaced, reluctantly chewing on it. Arrggg, this was yet another thing to solidify his status as a baby. Harry chewed on it somewhat aggressively to ease his frustrations, finding it more calming unfortunately.
"Easy there kiddo," Gibbs soothed as he bounced Harry on his lap. Harry really wanted to tell him he wasn't a baby. He was 18! Unfortunately, his bladder tightened a little and Harry realized he had been holding it in for quite some time. During his hospital stay, every time he'd gone in the nappy, he'd been half asleep thankfully. This was the first time he was fully awake and aware of the pressure on his bladder.
Harry squirmed, chewing more vigorously on the soother to alleviate his mind. Gibbs seemed suddenly aware of his squirming and jiggled him more to comfort him.
'No, don't!' Harry moaned in his mind, trying to desperately to stop the build up in his bladder.
"Someone seems a little moody," Gibbs teased as he moved a hand forward onto Harry's stomach and wriggled it. That did it.
Harry nearly cried when he felt himself relieve his bladder. Merlin, just kill him now. This felt so disgusting and degrading to the young adult that he found himself sniffling aloud.
"Now I can see why." Gibbs stood up and carried Harry away from the office area amidst his coworkers' curious stares. Harry flushed as he was carted to the men's bathroom.
Humiliation at its peak, Harry tried to avoid this moment, wriggling this way and that as Gibbs plopped him down on a changing table and unbuttoned his overalls.
"I know, I know little guy, I'll try to get you dry as fast as I can," Gibbs assured him though it had the opposite effect. Harry may not want to be in this disgusting wet nappy any longer, but he didn't fancy a nappy change.
More of Gibbs POV next chapter and the inevitable diaper change for poor ole Harry. In Harry's POV, most American terms are in British terms and vice-versa. So hopefully I don't confuse you all about that. Diaper - Nappy. Pacifier - Soother.
More to come! Also, I don't have a beta so any grammar mistakes is because I've overlooked it. Sorry.