Chapter 10:

The next morning, Karr woke up to the feeling of something warm squirming around in his arms. A smile crossed his face when he gently tightened his hold, earning him a small giggle from the tiny infant. Karr couldn't help but chuckle himself. The eldest started to tickle the tiny infant, making him laugh louder.

"Shh," He managed through a chuckled smile. "I'm not supposed to have you out of the crib, remember?"

Kitt stopped laughing then and looked up at his big brother. A small smile crawled across the baby's face as he reached out to Karr with a slight giggle. His little sky blue eyes seemed to suddenly have a certain gleam to them. Karr propped his elbow up before resting his head in his hand, giving his free one to Kitt.

The eldest felt another smile crawl across when Kitt did his typical trademark action of latching on to his fingers. Cooing happily as he played with Karr's hand. His big brother laughed a little at his baby brother's actions. As much as he missed the adult Kitt, he couldn't help but feel the selfish desire of keeping him small. Forever.

His brother was happy as an adult, but he always had the stress of cases and missions. All constantly wearing him down to the point where it made Karr seriously question how he kept going. As an infant, Kitt didn't have a clue as to what a case was, let alone a mission. Everyday was a great day as long as he got attention and was taken care of.

Karr shook his head with a frown. Oh, who was he kidding? He missed his adult Kitt too much to just give it up like that. He missed their playful banter. He missed the tight hugs and late movie nights together. He missed the feeling of having Kitt there with him, ready to do whatever.

The werewolf sighed and looked down at the tiny baby snuggled against him. Bonnie had scheduled a doctor's appointment late last night for Kitt. She had told him it was just so they could make sure Kitt was alright...

But...there was a problem. The eldest wasn't totally fond of the idea, no matter how much Bonnie tried to persuade him otherwise. Kitt was his baby brother, therefore his responsibility. It didn't matter if the guy went to school to become a pediatrician and has the documents to prove it. He was still a stranger and a possible threat.

Oh, get a grip! If he was a criminal, his ass would've been sent to prison by now! Karr thought ridiculously to himself.

With a slight grumble, Karr got out of bed, his baby whimpering in protest. Smirking, he gently picked up the baby, keeping him to his shoulder as he made his way down stairs. He slipped into the kitchen a few moments later, putting Kitt down in his playpen in the living room before trying to make his way back to the kitchen. He heard whimpers leave the tiny baby again when Karr made an attempt to walk away.

"Shh, you're alright. I promise. I'll be right back." He said softly to him, gently stroking Kitt's cheek. Once he quieted back down, Karr went back into the kitchen to make breakfast for his little brother.

After putting the formula into the microwave to warm it, he went back over to Kitt as promised. Bringing the infant into his arms while softly rubbing his back. The little infant cooed happily as he gripped Karr's sleeve in his tiny hands.

In that moment, the microwave beeped and Karr got the formula out. Checking the temp before he gave it to Kitt. His baby brother was quiet as he fed, seated snugly in his brother's forearm. Karr gently rocked the baby as he fed him, sitting down on the couch with Kitt still secure in his arms.

"Please be good for me today." Karr quietly begged a few moments later when an empty bottle sat on the coffee table. Knowing how Kitt could turn on a dime going from a sweet adorable baby, to a complete handful in seconds.

Kitt, as if knowing his big brother's worries, only gave the cutest little giggle Karr's ever heard him make. Yup. Today was going to be a loooong one...