I know I started this story so long ago and the last update was almost a decade ago. I'm determined to finish this story for anyone who still cares. Enjoy!
Chapter 3
Wendy's POV
As I stepped through the door, arms laden with colorful shopping bags, the familiar jingle of the keys echoed in the quiet hallway. Bebe, sitting on the couch, glanced up with an expression that mixed annoyance and mild curiosity. "It's about time you came home!"
"Sorry it took so long, but I had some shopping to do!" I put the bags down.
She raises her eyebrow. "Shopping?"
"Yes! Look!" I reached into one of the bags and pulled out a few tiny outfits, holding them up for Bebe to see. "Aren't these the cutest little outfits?"
Her eyes light up. "Aww, they are!"
I set the clothes on the couch and pull a box out of the bag. "I even bought a car seat, stroller, and high chair. Plus some toys!" I grab the toys out of another bag.
"Umm Wendy…?"
"Yes?"
"You do realize that Stan isn't really four, right?"
I nod and smile. "I know, but while he is, I'm going to enjoy every minute of it!"
"What if he turns back to normal tomorrow?"
I shrug. "Then I'll save everything for our future child."
"Oh Wendy!" Bebe simply facepalmed, her expression a mix of disbelief and annoyance.
"What? I haven't given up on having a baby! It's going to happen! In the meantime, Stan will be my surrogate baby."
"Do you realize how sick and twisted that sounds?"
I roll my eyes. "Whatever! Where is Stan?"
"I guess he's still in your room. He hasn't come out since I sent him there."
I raise my eyebrow. "Why did you do that?"
"The little brat was mouthing off to me so I washed his mouth out with soap and sent him to his room!"
I couldn't help but chuckle as I imagined Bebe washing Stan's mouth out with soap, her fierce determination paired with a playful glint in her eye. I pictured her standing over him, hands on her hips, as he squirmed and protested, trying to defend his questionable language. "Yet you call me sick and twisted…"
"Well that's what I do to my kids! Anyway, he hasn't come out since then."
"So he didn't eat?"
"Nope!"
"Oh Bebe!" I hand her the box with the high chair in it. "Can you put together this high chair for me? I'm going to bathe him and get him dressed and will give him something to eat."
She rolls her eyes. "I guess."
"Thank you! Also listen out for Kyle, I called him and asked him to bring Ryder's old toddler bed with him." Ryder is Kyle and Bebe's six year old son.
"You're really taking this too seriously!"
"Thanks Bebe!" I say as I ignore her comment and head upstairs.
I walked into my room and found Stan sprawled across our bed, completely knocked out. He looked so adorable, his peaceful expression making me hesitate for a moment. I hated to wake him up, but I knew I had to. With a soft sigh, I leaned down and lightly nudged him. "Stan? Stan, honey wake up." I murmured, trying to keep my voice gentle. He stirred slightly, a sleepy smile creeping onto his face, and for a moment, I just watched him, amused by how cozy he looked. But I needed to bring him back to reality, so I nudged him a little more insistently, hoping to coax him out of his dreams.
Stan slowly opened his eyes, blinking up at me with that adorable, groggy look. "Huh? Oh…you're home!" He looks at his tiny little hands. "Aww, I'm thill a kid!" God, I love that lisp!
"A very cute kid too!" I tell him as I pinch his cheek.
"Wendy!"
"Well you are! Aren't you?" With a playful grin, I couldn't resist any longer, I started tickling Stan's sides. He erupted into laughter, squirming away from my fingers as he tried to catch his breath. "Aren't you? Who's the cute little baby boy?"
"Wendy, thop it!" He exclaimed, though his laughter betrayed him. I continued, enjoying the way his laughter filled the room.
"Okay, okay! Sorry I just couldn't resist!" I finally stopped tickling him, the playful laughter fading as I took on a more serious tone. "But I need to get you cleaned up and dressed. I bought some clothes that will fit your current size."
Stan's jaw drop. "Are you therious? Thith ith temporary!"
"Yeah, but we don't know for how long!"
Stan frowns. "You're enjoying thith, aren't you?"
"Just a little."
He lets out a small sigh which is so cute. "Can I at leath have thomething to eat firth? I'm tharving! That bitch let me tharve!"
"She told me about your potty mouth! I'm very disappointed in you, young man!" I squeezed Stan's cheeks gently and pointed my finger at him, trying to keep a serious face despite the playful gesture.
"Wendy, pleath thop treating me like a child!"
"Fine!" I let go of his cheeks. "I'll take you downstairs and fix you something to eat, then it's bath time."
"Whatever…" He folds his arms.
"Stop with the attitude!" I scooped Stan up and held him at my hip, surprised by how light he felt.
"I can walk!"
I pinch his cheek again. "I know you can. But I love carrying you! You're so light!" As I carried Stan downstairs, I noticed that Bebe finished putting the high chair together. I'm so grateful for her, she always helps me out when I need her. Without thinking, I set Stan down in the high chair, a cheeky grin on my face. But his expression quickly shifted from surprise to mild annoyance.
"Wendy!" He crossed his arms defiantly.
"What? You can't sit in a chair, you can't even see over the table." I told him.
"Thith ith tho degrading!" I watch as he tries to make himself comfortable, even if he doesn't seem too thrilled about it.
I continued watching Stan's annoyance with a smirk as Bebe joined us in the kitchen. "Hey Wendy, Kyle just pulled up. He's going to take the bed upstairs." She informs me.
"Thanks Bebe, tell him he can put it in the guest room."
"No problem!" She heads out to meet Kyle.
"What are you guyth talking about? What bed?" Stan asks me.
"Kyle brought over a toddler bed for you."
"Toddler bed? Why the hell do I need a toddler bed? We have a bed!"
"That bed is too high up for you. Remember you fell trying to get out of it this morning?" I remind him.
"Tho? I want to thleep with my wife like I alwayth do!" He crosses his arms again.
"I want that too, but your safety comes first. What if you have to get up in the middle of the night to pee?"
"Ugh! I hate thith! I want to change back!"
I rub his hair and give him a kiss on the forehead, "I know you do. We still have to figure out how this happened on the first place." I head over to the stove to cook something for him. I'm going to make something simple like grilled cheese.
"I don't care how! I juth want my life back!" Stan's expression shifted as he projected angrily, his frustration bubbling over.
"I know you do. Who knows, maybe you'll be back to normal when you wake up tomorrow!"
"I hope tho. I don't want to mith another day of work."
I turn towards him. "If you're not, I may have to tell your job that you're taking a leave of absence."
"Great, there goeth my bonuth…" He begins sulking.
As I finished making the grilled cheese, I cut it into little pieces, the aroma filling the kitchen. I walked over to the high chair, holding the plate out in front of Stan. "Maybe not. Again, we don't know how long this will last. Now eat!" I tell him as I set down the plate in front of him.
Stan's annoyance flickered for a moment as he eyed the food. "Did you really cut up a grilled cheese thandwich?"
I nod. "Yes, it will make it easier for you to chew. You have a smaller mouth and baby teeth."
"Theriously Wendy?"
"Yes, theriously!" I mock him and laugh. I notice he isn't too pleased about that. "Sorry, I couldn't help it! Your lisp is so cute!" I pinch his cheek once again.
"Thop it!" He pushes my hand away.
"Is that anyway to speak to your mother?"
"Now you see why I washed his mouth out with soap!" I turned to see Bebe and Kyle walking into the kitchen
"You guyth are thill here?" Stan asks them.
Kyle nods. "I just finished putting your new bed together."
"Thankth…" I can tell he's far from thankful for that.
"We really appreciate it Kyle." I tell him.
"Anytime. Just let us know if you need anything. I'm still looking into how this could've happened."
"Thank you! We need to get him back to normal." I look down at Stan, ruffling his hair with a grin.
"In the meantime, enjoy being a mom!" Bebe tells me.
"Oh I definitely will!"
"Good. Just don't ask me to babysit again!" She glares at Stan.
"Stop! I'm sure it wasn't that bad." I walk Bebe and Kyle out to the door, as we have a laughs recounting the babysitting antics.
Stan's POV
As I picked at my sandwich, I finally decided I wasn't in the mood for it anymore and set it aside. Just then, Wendy walked into the kitchen, her eyes landing on my plate. "All done?" She asks.
I nod. "Yeah, I'm full."
She laughed, glancing at the sandwich before looking back at me. "Goodness, you barely ate anything. I guess you have a four year old appetite."
"Can you get me out of thith thing?" I start squirming in the high chair.
"Sure! It's time for you to take a bath anyway." Wendy lifted me out of the high chair with surprising ease and carried me toward the bathroom. She turned on the faucet, letting the water run while adding a generous amount of bubble bath. The sweet scent filled the air, instantly making the bathroom feel cozy and inviting. Once the tub was filled, she carefully helped me out of my now oversized shirt, leaving me feeling a bit exposed but excited for the bubbles. With a gentle nudge, she placed me in the tub, and I sank into the warm water, the bubbles swirling around me.
"Tho…are you getting in too?" I ask seductively.
She seems taken aback by my question. "Why would I?"
"We haven't taken a bath together in awhile…"
Wendy looks at me with disbelief. Her expression shifting dramatically as if she were about to vomit. "Gross! Stan, you're four remember?"
I shake my head. "No, I'm thirty thix!"
"In the body of a 4 year old! We can't have the same relationship right now. I thought you understood that."
"Thath not fair!" I splashed the water angrily, sending bubbles flying everywhere.
"Maybe not, but you have to try to put yourself in my shoes. If it were the other way around would you want a sexual relationship with me?"
I sighed, hating to admit it, but she had a point. "I gueth not."
"Glad we're on the same page. Now let's get you all cleaned up." Wendy carefully cleaned me up, her gentle touch making the whole experience feel soothing. Once I was all rinsed off, she let the water out of the tub and wrapped a soft towel around me, pulling me close. She carries me into our room. Once there, she sets me down and begins drying me off, the warmth of the towel feeling delightful against my skin. Afterward, she put on some lotion, and I couldn't help but relax as she massaged it in, the scent calming and comforting. Then, with a playful glint in her eye, she began dressing me in brown footie pajamas covered in dogs.
I frown after she forces me to look at myself in the mirror. "Really Wendy? Why theth pajamath?"
"I thought they were so cute! Look at the puppies, you love puppies!"
"You're taking thith too far." I tell her as I try to unzip it, but she stops me.
"Nonsense! Now it's time for bed mister!" Wendy picked me up effortlessly and carried me into the guest room, where the toddler bed that Kyle had brought over sat snugly in the corner. She gently placed me down and started tucking me in, smoothing the blanket around me with a careful touch.
"You're tucking me in too?"
"Yes!"
"I don't like thith! Bethideth, I'm not tired."
Wendy nodded, her smile widening as she settled next to me and started rubbing my belly. "Yes you are. You were yawning in the bathtub."
"I'm telling you, I'm not." As Wendy continued to rub my belly, I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. The warmth of the blanket combined with her gentle touch was like a lullaby, pulling me deeper into relaxation. I tried to fight it, wanting to stay awake and enjoy the moment, but it was a losing battle.
"I can see you're fighting sleep."
"No I'm not…"
"You are!" Wendy said softly, her voice soothing. I let out a contented sigh, surrendering to the heaviness and feeling safe in the cozy space she'd created. Just before I drifted off, I caught a glimpse of her smiling down at me, and that warmth wrapped around my heart as I finally let sleep take over. "Shh, there you go. Sweet dreams, my little one."
"Wendy, pleath thop treating me like a…"
