Hobie mindlessly played a riff, trying to think of some words to go with a melody he had bouncing around in his head. He'd have to slide some of what he was thinking to Gwendy, get a sample of her playing drums.

"Hobie," Bre called.

He glanced to the door, but decided to mess with his amp some before continuing to play.

Without warning the door was thrown open.

"Jeeze!" Hobie nearly fell off the bed, "You the police or something?"

"Better, I'm the owner of this house," she tossed a shirt at him, "Come with Nan, we're going to shop."

"I'm busy," he pointed.

"Uh huh, go on, put some clothes on and let's go," she walked back to the first floor, "Don't keep me waiting."

X

Upon returning, Bre immediately got to work putting bottles, pacifiers, and some toys in the kitchen to be washed. Moving on to pulling out her grandchildren's toy box and started putting new items in along with old items that were still there.

Hobie watched as best he could while still bringing more bags in, "Haven't seen you move this much since they had a sale on those game dice."

"And I still have them. $300 I paid, they're going for $3,000 now," she continued, setting up on the first floor, "Keep bringing my stuff in."

"I'm doing it, but not because you told me to."

She rolled her brown eyes, "Whatever."

By the time he finished bringing the myriads of items in he huffed, sitting on the ground. She was trying to embarrass him with all this energy she was displaying.

"Can you be less excited?

"Nope, I get to have fun with you. Now stay right there and play with your toys."

"I'll play with them in a minute, I need to get fresh," he started to stand.

"That's my job," Nan reminded, taking his hand and leading him to the coffee table, tossing a towel over it, "You are not to touch your nappy."

"Hold on now, what do you mean?" That was not something he agreed with.

"Babies can't change themselves. Can they?"

"No, but babies also aren't my height."

"You want to be a little baby, right?" Nan crossed her arms, looking up at him.

"Yeah, but-"

"And babies get taken care of by grandmas, right?"

"Yeah-"

"Then that means Nan is going to take good care of you, just like the little baby you are. And you are not to touch your diaper."

"But-"

"When you are here with Nan, you are my little baby. Understand?"

Hobie paused, his face betraying a bit of disdain. He didn't like the idea of giving up so many freedoms and depending on someone. Not after all these years especially.

"I can't be a baby when I have to go out and deal with bad guys and help the communities and others."

"When you need to do a job, you can be a big boy. But when you are baby, I will care for you," she pushed his leg towards his chest, surprising him some.

"Why are you so strong?" He maneuvered himself to make it easier for her to change him, "I may need to do that stuff on the drop of a dime."

"Uh huh," she pat his bottom with the powder puff.

Punk glared down at her, "I may have a concert."

"Not with how much you're not writing," she turned his hip, laying the first of the four tapes.

That comment was just a little rude.

"I'm not off my rocker yet. I know you still have sooo much to do. But when you're here we can both get what we want. I get another little one and you get taken care of while pretending you hate it and being a brat for your own pride."

"You just got this all planned out, don't you?" He crossed his arms, "Fine, I won't touch the bloody nappy."

"Good, I knew you could be smart," she gave him a sly grin. They both knew she would win either way. And she wanted the full experience and to give him the same.

X

"Open up," Bre held the fork to Hobie's lips, "Come now, it makes you big and strong."

He shook his head, despite her holding his cheeks, "Nuh uh, don't want it. Stinky."

She was attempting to feed him some kimchi stew.

"Its good for you," she dismissed, "Just because it's not beans on toast don't mean it isn't good."

"I like beans on toast," He fussed still, lifting his head.

"Stop being difficult, you had it before and liked it," Nana grabbed his nose, shaking his head by it, "Now open up, almost done."

He scrunched his eyes at her, but bit the food on the fork.

"There, now that's not so hard," she stirred the bowl, bringing up another forkful. Getting him to clean his plate and bowl with just a bit of difficulty.

Brei wiped his mouth, "There we go, all done."

"Ice lolly," he pointed to the fridge.

"Ice lolly? Not right now. Let your food settle," she pat his tummy.

"Nan, Ice lolly!" He pointed again.

She ignored him, taking the dishes to the sink.

"Nan!" He whined, pushing at the table. Punk pouted until he noticed lace centerpiece and began playing with that.

With the dishes done she turned back, seeing him chewing on the fabric, "Aya, that doesn't go in your mouth," she hurried over, gently pulling it out of his mouth.

"Nn!" Hobie made a whining noise, reaching for the lace again.

"No, you can't play with that. Come, I have something else for you to play with," she took his hand, leading him off to the couch.

"Here we go," she opened the toybox, "Do you see something you like?"

He had been in the van while she was shopping so hadn't seen all of these things she grabbed. The box had a lot of inviting choices, but what caught his eye was an alligator on wheels.

With zero hesitation he pulled it out and began pushing it along.

"There we go, that's far more entertaining than Nan's table runner."

He hit a button, causing the mouth to snap shut and open, "That's pretty d mn cool."

"No, babies don't get to swear," she tapped his lip hard, "That reminds me. You play, I'll be right back," She shuffled off to her room. Hobie watched her go, mindlessly still pushing the toy's button, "Here we go," Bre returned to her seat with a small box and disinfectant.

Little by little she removed each of his face piercings, taking time to clean and disinfect the holes. Who knew how long he kept the same ones in these days. And even if he didn't, she wanted to make sure that everything was good. Then she replaced each one with a new piece of jewelry.

"There we go, nice and fresh."

Hobie tapped his lip ring before pressing his forehead against hers, "Thanks Nan."

"You're welcome, my little dimple boy," she rubbed his neck.

"Ice lolly!" he waved the car at her, causing them both to laugh jovially.

"Ok, Ice lolly."