Wakey wakey birthday boy"

Wren stirred as I called to him, stroking his cheek. He fussed and whined, obviously not too happy to be woken up.

He opened his eyes for a second, taking one glance and me and immediately shutting them again

"Sweep papa"

I chuckled brushing the messy hair out of his face.

"Well I guess your gonna sleep through your birthday pancakes then"

I faked walking away and turned back one I heard a little protest from the crib. Wren was now sat up, holding up one arm as the other held the stuffed horse to his body.

"If you insist princess"

I picked Wren up and he mumbled incoherently as I carried him to the changing table, not putting up to much fuss as I changed him into a dry diaper.

I rezipped wren's footie pyjamas and gave him a pacifier. He was still half asleep as I carried him to the kitchen, he didnt even notice the pile of presents in the living room.

I slid him into highchair gaining a little whine. Wren rubbed his sleepy eyes, blinking to adjust to the kitchen, which was brighter than his room, despite all the curtains being drawn. For... surprise reasons

Ricky, alerted to our presence, turned from the stove and cooed at Wren.

"Hi birthday boy! Still feeling sleepy"

Wren in his sleepy state, smiled, babbling nothing before his stomach growled and he pouted.

"Hungy Dada"

"Aww don't you worry baby. You'll have your pancakes soon enough "

Ricky booped wrens nose before returning to the pan. I sat next to Wren, tying a bib around his neck. Ricky piled a plate with pancakes and poured syrup over top. Wrens mouth watered and he reached out for his breakfast.

By the time the plate was empty, having been shared by ricky and Wren, Wren's fingers and face were covered in syrup. He sucked his fingers while I prepared his morning bottle.

Ricky cleaned most of sticky mess off Wren before picking him out of the highchair and taking him in his lap. I handed the warmed milk off to Ricky.

"You want your baba baby boy?"

Wrens face flushed but he nodded, accepting the rubber nipple and holding it with two hands. I awed at Wren holding his baba on his own, well maybe with a little help from his Daddy holding the end up.

Wren guzzled the bottle before being burped by Ricky and handed back to me. Even if the maple syrup was wiped away, wren's face, hands and the front of his onesie were still sticky. I carried him off to the bathroom.

Wren finally noticed the present pile in the sitting room and stared longingly, his mouth agape.

"You can open your presents in a minute bubba, bath first"

Wren whined. Ricky ran up behind us and tickled under wrens chin.

"You don't t wanna get your presents all icky, do you baby bear"

"No icky!"

Wren, now happy to be bathed, put up no objection as he was cleaned. Apart from him asking for no lotion. We agreed because he said please with the most adorable puppy eyes, and it was his birthday after all. He was omnipotent.

We got Wren rediapered in the nursery before Ricky picked out his birthday outfit.

"Its a warm day today so...skirt or shorts baby bear?"

Wren hummed before picking shorts.

Ricky got out some striped black and white socks, green shorts, and a dinosaur shirt.

As soon as he was dressed Wren looked at us with the infamous adorable puppy eyes and asked quietly, fiddling with his fingers.

"Pwesents?"

Ricky fussed with wrens hair "what's the magic word honey?"

"Peeeeeees"

Ricky and I laughed

"course bubba, let's go!"

I threw Wren up in the air a little as we all sped to the holy present pile. Most of them from me and Ricky but a good few from others.

We sat Wren on the rug with us on either side of him. Ricky rubbed wrens back.

"So... which one first little bug?"

Wren leaned forward on his knees and took the smallest one there, a little box with a blue bow. He looked to me and ricky almost for an extra 'I can open this right?'. I nodded to him and he opened it, smiling and taking out the new pacifier. It was white with sparkly gold glitter and a moon and star charm in the middle. Block beads spelled out Wren across the ring. There was even a matching clip. Wren traced along the ring.

"Dats my name!"

"That's right baby bear, you're so smart"

Ricky kissed the side of his head, gently taking the pacifier and slipping it between wrens lips, clipping it to his shirt.

"And you look smart too!"

Wren giggled and went for the next present, already giddy. The next few were all from us, bought mostly by ricky. A new set of fluffy footed pyjamas, a few sensory toys that Wren got very excited about. Then came a present we were expecting some pushback on. The teething toys.

They'd be perfect for when his fangs start to come in, it can be a long painful process.

"Wha deez papa?"

Wren held the teething ring up to me

"Bubba they're teething toys, you chew on them. It'll help when your teeth get sore"

"D-dey for babies. Ama big boy"

I held back a chuckle at the irony of what Wren said.

Ricky suddenly started tickling wren.

"Oh is my baby bear all grown up now? Are you getting too big for your diaper wrenny bear? Huh huh? My baby doesnt need his Daddy anymore?"

Wren screamed in laughter begging his Daddy to relent

"Nuuuuuuuu Daddy stawp!"

Ricky stopped and trapped Wren in a hug, nuzzling his forehead before placing a kiss.

"Come on now big boy, few more prezzies to go then you can play to your hearts content"

The teethers forgotten, wren continued on, this time comfortably seated in Ricky's lap.

Ricky had bought stuff of all colours because Wren doesn't have a favourite. When we asked he simply said he loves all colours but we have a little suspicion he might favour pinks.

I got a few say ins for gifts. I picked out the bedtime stories (the faraway tree and the wishing chair). Which wren got very excited about, baby loves a good bedtime story.

Alex had gotten Wren a giant new set of crayons. Which was good considering Wren had been gunning through his current set. More colouring nubs than crayons.

"Daddy wook, I gots cwayons!"

He shook the box giggling at the noise it makes.

Wren went for jams present next, it was some fidget toys. Wren was enamoured by them. They'd probably work better than the mittens. I was a little bit annoyed I didn't think of it first.

I think Wren definitely had a favourite of the fidget toys. It was a silicone sheet that had bubbles you could pop to the other side. Everytime he popped a little bubble on that thing he'd jump and giggle. Even ricky and I had go, have to say it was quite relaxing.

One bag remained on the table. From uncle louis, he'd given it to me before he left 'for the squirts birthday'.

Wren slowly tore of the paper, revealing a book. 'The Little Robin' Bit cliche but Wren seemed intrigued. I read the back cover...

This was definitely getting read at bedtime.

"Wren theres one more present left"

Ricky said as he ran his fingers through wrens soft hair. Wren looked under the wrapping for another gift but found nothing. He tilted his head in confusion, squeaking when I suddenly picked him up.

"Out here princess"

Ricky walked ahead of us to the back door standing with his hand on the handle, before dramatically throwing it open. Revealing to Wren his final gift.

He squealed wiggling to be let down. I did so and he ran through the newly cut path in the overgrown grass, tripping twice but remaining unfazed as he reached the swing and slide set.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!"

I thought of the idea myself. Wren had loved the playground in the park but other kids made him nervous. We had people come around to set it up yesterday.

Wren jumped around squealing and giggling while holding onto one of the swing seats and attempting to climb in. He quite get in so he called to me.

"Papa! Help meee"

I ran over and picked Wren back up before placing him in the swing. It was just like the one in the park, a bar between the legs and around to make sure he wouldn't fall out and he needed his daddies help to get in and out. Wren made such cute happy noises as I began pushing him.

Ricky stood in front, telling Wren to smile as he took more photos, that would no doubt be sent to everyone in his contacts.

After a bit more swinging Wren wanted to go down the slide. I pulled him out and carried him over to the green plastic slide. It had a wooden shelter up on top with a ladder on the other side. I placed him right at the top of the slide and Ricky sat at the end, holding out his arms.

Wren squealed as he slid down, getting caught by Ricky at end. We played the new set with a small game of tag in there until Wren's naptime closed in.

"Again again daddy!"

Ricky picked up the squiggly boy, bouncing him on his hip.

"Maybe later baby, but its naptime now"

Wren whined "No tired!"

"Oh but we can't have you tired for later, you gotta be all rested up to become my ittiest bittiest baby bat"

Ricky rocked when back and forth while carrying him inside. The affect was almost instantaneous, wren's fusses subued as we neared the nursery.

"You, bottle, now"

Ricky directed me and I prepped the naptime bottle. Naptime routine continued without interuption and soon Wren was konked out, laid in his crib, with his little snores filling the air. Ricky leaned on my shoulder.

"David just let me bite him now. I can't wait any longerrrr"

I laughed at his impatience.

"Hold your horses honey. Its just till dinner. And I'm the one turning him"

Ricky huffed

"Fine Mr fang length totally doesn't matter but I'm defo better than you cause my teeth are extra stabby blah blah-"

I cut him off with a kiss

"Shush the babys sleeping"

Ricky just chuckled and snuggled into my shoulder.

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This has been the best birthday ever!! I gots so many presents, I don't even think I've seen that many in my entire life. Daddy and Papa make me feel so special. Daddy even let me have cake for lunch! (Of course with some fruit but still cake!)

I can't remember the last time I celebrated my birthday. It was always just another day, I kinda forgot it existed until daddy started talking about it.

Now.. its really bad but every time I felt happy today I couldn't help but think back. Every time Daddy or Papa said something nice, boom memories. Not good ones though, bad memories.

But before I could dwell too much daddy and papa would pull me out. That little inkling of bad thoughts would vanish and id be fine again.

It got way worse once I woke up from my nap. My diaper was full and uncomfortable. Usually I don't notice but now I'm painfully aware. I wanna call out for daddy and papa but my thoughts came back.

Look at yourself. You're lying in a crib in a wet diaper, you're pathetic, you always were. You let this happen. So quick to give in, just accepted your fate didn't you?

Silent hot tears streamed down my face. I opened my mouth and dropped my pacifier but didn't make a sound as I thought of my dad.

What would say? If he saw what you have become. A pathetic baby, that's what you've always been, that's what aunty said. Dad always wanted you to be strong, you can't even control when you piss.

I could hear their voices in my head, dad, mom, my aunt. I never remembered her name, it was always mama or mistress. They were yelling at me how I gave in to being a baby so easy, cause that's all I am right? I nearly screamed before my door opened.

Daddy walked in and straight to the crib. I turned onto my stomach, shoving my face in the pillow. Daddy must've seen it as cute but I was desperately trying to hide my tears. I don't wanna explain the voices in my head, not today, its my birthday dammit.

I felt daddy pull me out of the crib and held me to his chest. I rubbed my eyes

"Aww my lil sleepy guy, up up up baby bear-"

He bounced me little and I briefly forgot about the bad voices.

"-papas waiting for us come on little bat"

He swiftly changed me into a new diaper while distracting me with bearemy. He slid back on my shorts. He tried giving me back my pacifier but I shook my head. He gave me a worried look but picked me anyways.

Daddy held me with my head over his shoulder. I peacefully rested there just breathing in his scent, it was so comforting. Daddy smelt like an earthy vanilla. I buried into his neck and he laughed, fluffing up my hair.

"You're tickling me honey"

I felt him pull me away from his neck and I whined only to be met my papa, who I babbled at. He rubbed his nose to mine and kissed my forehead, making me babble happily.

"Good nap princess?"

The voice came back as I thought of my nap, only for a second but my aunty came back

Fucking fag

I let out a little cry and reached for Papa, falling forward into his arms. Papa smelt a bit like Daddy but more sharp, vaguely like cologne.

"Woah woah woah whats wrong bubba?"

Daddy was equally worried as he began rubbing my back rhythmically. I hid my head in the crook of papas neck, if I said I was fine papa would know i was lying. They've been so nice to me today I can't ruin it with my dumb thoughts.

"Do you wanna talk about it bubba?"

I shook and my head and papa sighed.

"Thats ok baby. How about we colour instead. You have yours new crayons and Daddy wrote down all the birthday episodes of your favourite shows we can watch"

I peeked out at daddy who smiled at me. I spoke quietly.

"Ponies?"

"Course baby, we can watch my little pony, you want your blankie?"

"N' stuffies pwease"

Daddy ran and got my stuffies and blankie while Papa got my colours out on the coffee table along with my colouring book from uncle Lou.

I crawled into daddy's lap and he wrapped me up in my duckie blanket, leaving my arms free so I could colour. I popped my paci back in and daddy booped my nose.

Papa inspected the list daddy had written and put on an episode of my little pony. It was rainbowdashes birthday and she wanted an awesome party so obviously pinkie was gonna throw it. I giggled at the jokes while Papa fed me little cut up sandwiches.

My earlier thoughts cleared my mind as daddy ran fingers through my hair, saying how good my colouring was.