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The final week in the Gallagher house kept all of them very busy with everything that needed to be done. Daddy paid for a security system to be installed in case Frank attempts to break in and squat once they are out of the house. Meanwhile, Ian and Mickey take the lead on making sure everything that is coming with them is packed and everything else is stored away properly. They even take the time to drape drop cloths over the furniture, even if Mickey may have a valid point when he asserts that the storage cloths actually are more expensive than the furniture they’re covering.
The morning of the move, Lip wakes up early and basks at the sight of Daddy in the early morning light, who looks glorious in nothing but a pair of olive green briefs. Daddy’s body is well-sculpted and would be impressive even if he wasn’t in his forties. Lip guesses that’s what happens from hitting the weight room. Lip can’t remember the last time he did anything in the gym besides yoga and cardio.
He palms at the swelling mass in his soggy diaper before he gets on all fours and laps his tongue on the bulbous purple mushroom head sticking out of the waistband of his Daddy’s briefs. He pulls Daddy’s full ten inches free of their enclosure and does what he does best— make Daddy happy. With not a trace of a gag reflex anymore, he delights in the moans of approval he hears and he takes Daddy all the way down until he practically gets the older man’s pubes stuck in his teeth.
After a few minutes, Daddy begins to stir and runs his fingers through Lip’s hair. “Such a good little baby for Daddy,” he praises. Lip feels himself drizzling precum the more Daddy tells him what a good job he is doing.
After twenty minutes of worshiping Daddy’s cock, the older man pulls the boy in for a sloppy kiss before pressing his mouth to his hairy pecs. He nurses on them greedily like a good little boy while Daddy reaches out and squeezes his thickly padded butt, pressing against the base of the plug that Daddy planted inside Lip’s pliant bussy at his last diaper change.
Lip thinks he is going to cum but instead he wets himself, making him turn red with embarrassment. This is the second time he’s had a waking accident. But Daddy doesn’t seem upset even though he clearly knows what happens, pointing it out when the last of his little guy’s wetness indicator fades away.
For a moment Lip worries that having another accident means Daddy won’t want to fuck him in this house one last time. But thankfully, Daddy wants his boy too much to deny him. He flips Lip onto his stomach and tears a hole in the seat of his pampers just large enough to accommodate Daddy’s shaft. Lip feels himself practically melt into a puddle when Daddy’s thickness presses between his cheeks seeking his willing hole. Pleasure cascades over the boy’s body in waves.
In the afterglow as he lays in the bath tub playing with his rubber ducky, Lip realizes that this was the last time he would be fucked in his own home. From now on, it will be Daddy’s house, Daddy’s rules. He is about to lose a significant amount of control over what he does and when. And it excites him.
When he comes back from the bathroom, he closes the bedroom door and lets his bath towel fall from around his waist as he looks at his dresser where Daddy always lays out his clothes for the day. Usually, Daddy puts him in underoos. He hasn’t worn grownup underpants in over a month. But today, Daddy put out a diaper for him. He only wears those at nighttime. Yeah, he’s had a couple accidents during the day but he thought Daddy would give him three strikes.
He blanches at the idea of wearing his diapers outside the privacy of his and Daddy’s room. Daddy told him that Ian and Mickey know about his problem, but they’ve never seen him wearing them. He is afraid they’ll tease him and call him names when he really can’t help it. Sure, Daddy can tease and call him names, but it’s fun when he does it. It’s hot when Daddy humiliates him behind closed doors. He sniffles at the idea of what nasty things his future brother-in-law might call him.
But... the contract did say that he needs to be a good little baby and obey. And the dragons illustrated on the pink diaper are very cute. They make him smile just looking at them. So he unfolds the diaper to put on the garment. But then it suddenly dawns on him that for all the time he changed his little siblings’ diapers when they were babies, nobody, not even Daddy, ever taught him to change his own diaper.
“Daddy!” he cries out. But he doesn’t even hear his caretaker distantly from down the hall or down the stairs. “Daddy?”
Whole minutes pass without response. Fears that have been mounting ever since Lip accepted that he cared about his Daddy more than their contract begin to swirl in his little semi-regressed mind. Did Daddy abandon me? Did he find someone cuter? Sweeter? Better behaved? What if Daddy doesn’t love me anymore cause I keep having accidents? What am I gonna do without him?
“What’s the matter, Lip?”
Lip looks up and sees his brother Ian standing in his doorway, arms crossed. He has a look of concern that he recognizes. He saw it a million times from his big sister Fiona. He’s too numb from sadness to worry about the fact that his younger brother is looking down on him, close to tears, and not a hair on his body below his eyebrows. “Daddy’s gone,” is all Lip can think of to say.
“He’s just going to pick up the rental van, Lip. We talked about it last night, remember?”
He really doesn’t. Something was distracting him after dinner. But his memory is a little too hazy to remember what. Was he coloring?
Ian seems to look between Lip and the crinkly pastel garment in his hands. “Do you need help getting those on, bud?”
Part of Lip wants to tell his younger brother to fuck off. If he can figure out how to build a robot just by reading a manual, of course he can figure out how to put on his own diapers. But that’s not what he says. Instead, he just mews, “Help, pease.”
Ian smirks, “Alright, bro. I’m here to help. Lay down. Jason said you prefer baby powder to oil, right?”
Lip can only suck on his thumb tip and try not to die of embarrassment as his little brother changes his diaper. But the teasing and name-calling he was afraid of never comes to pass. In fact, Ian treats it with all the banal simplicity as he would when he takes care of Liam or Yevgeny. His brother is babying him, saying things like, “you’re doing great, little guy,” or “thank you for laying still and not being a squirmy baby for me, kiddo.”
Ian is babying him, he realizes, but it doesn’t feel the same way when Daddy does it. There is no feeling of heat, no sense of that giddy, kinky excitement that Lip and Daddy have. Instead, Ian is treating him just like any other Gallagher or Milkovich foundling that ever wound up on their doorstep. It almost makes Lip forget he’s supposed to be the big brother. But he’s Daddy’s baby, nobody else’s. He should be shrugging the baby talk off, but Ian’s voice is calming, soothing. Gradually the overwhelming dread that Ian thinks less of him now, that being a little makes him pathetic, that he should be ashamed because of his bladder problem, all those fears dissipate into the ether.
“Okay, monkey,” sighs Ian as he finishes taping his older sibling nice and snug in his baby diaper, “I think you’re good to go. Unless you need help getting the rest of your clothes on, too.”
“No,” Lip refuses, “I’m a big kid. I can dress myself.”
“No problem. You’re the boss, little dude.” As he gets up to leave, he tells Lip, “Me and Mickey are having breakfast with the kids and we’re going to start loading up the moving van whenever your Daddy gets here. You gonna be ready?”
“Cheerios?” asks the boy hopefully as he pulls on his jeans, thankful that Daddy picked out a baggy pair of jean shorts for him to wear.
“Cereal bars. Remember, Lip? We don’t want to make any more dishes than we have to today?”
Lip gets his zipper up but his clumsy fingers struggle with the button, all the while he tries to convince himself he needs to be a big boy today. Moving day has a lot of responsibilities. Daddy promised him after today he could be his little boy as much as he wants for the rest of the summer until college starts again. He just needs to get it together and think grown up thoughts.
“Here, lemme help,” offers Ian as he kneels to provide the assist.
“I almost had it,” Lip sulks.
Finished he stands up. Lip never realized just how much bigger than him Ian is. He wonders if Ian ever makes Mickey feel little the way he feels now.
Ian smiles as he ruffles Lip’s hair. “I know you did, baby bro. Those top buttons can be tricky, right?”
The boy nods in agreement as he reaches out for the Little Engine That Could tank top Daddy picked out for him.
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Ian agrees with Daddy when he suggests that Lip should stay with the kids and make sure they stay out of trouble. With Liam being a rambunctious three-year-old and Yevgeny getting the hang of crawling, someone needs to keep an eye on them and keep them from getting under foot. He sits crisscross applesauce in the playpen letting his youngest brother treat him like a jungle gym while he encourages the Milkovich baby as he squirms from on end of the pen to the other.
Lip wants to feel embarrassed. He didn’t want Ian and Mickey to know about his little side because he didn’t want to be thought less of. And so far, they just treat it at face value. They just treat him like he’s little. It feels natural. And Lip thinks that’s why he is embarrassed. It’s weird how not weird being himself, letting himself enjoy his little side has become.
Once upon a time, when Daddy left out a contract for him to sign, he thought this is how he can provide for his family— be this man’s sugar baby and Lip will get paid more monthly than Fiona ever saw in a year. This was how he would take care of his family. But now his brother is helping to take care of him. And bluster aside, he likes being taken care of.
By the time Daddy and the other grown ups have all the boxes in the truck, Lip has fed Liam some pedialyte snacks, convinced Yevgeny to down a few mouthfuls of strained pears, and he himself has a few residual strands of string cheese dangling from the corner of his mouth as he lays on his tummy coloring. He’s deeper in little space than he’s been all day, which becomes very apparent as Daddy stands over him unnoticed. On previous pages in the boy’s small pile, he’s been neat, not always staying in the lines, but an effort is noticeable. But now Lip is just drawing one big messy scribble as he sings the theme song to Teen Titans to himself.
Daddy takes the boy by the hips and lifts him up into the air. The boy squeals. “Hey peanut, ready to go home?”
“Home?” Asks the very regressed boy.
“Yup, you’re coming to live with Daddy, sweetheart,” the older man assures him as he manipulates the boy’s position into a bridal carry, giving him an Eskimo kiss as he takes Lip outside, where Ian and Mickey are getting the two youngest members of the family into their car seats in the back of Daddy’s Mercedes while Daddy and Lip will be in the moving van.
Daddy lifts Lip to sit on the hood of the van and pulls the boy’s shorts down checks Lip’s pampers before they head out. Both of them are surprised he’s still dry. But Lip still blushes knowing all the neighbors are watching.
“You look so darling in pink, half pint,” Daddy dotes as he lifts Lip’s shirtfront and blows a raspberry on his smooth tummy, making Lip giggle infectiously. “You like your pink dragons, sweetie?”
He is still giggling as he squeaks out “yes, dada.”
Daddy smirks fondly. “Me, too, love.” He’s zipping and buttoning Lip back up when he says, “Hey! I almost forgot!”
“Forgot what?” Asks Lip, concerned.
Daddy reaches into the front seat and pulls out a brown paper bag. “I figured you’ve been feeling little a lot more lately. And when you’re little, new places can be scary.”
Lip nods, as solemn as he can in little space.
“I figured it won’t be so scary for you if you have a friend.”
And on that note, Daddy reaches into the bag and pulls out a stuffed wolf plush just the right size for Lip to hug. The boy’s eyes are saucer plates as his face splits into an unguarded grin. “For me?”
“That’s right, peanut.” Daddy tucks the toy into Lip’s outstretched arms.
“He got a name?”
“You’ll have to ask him yourself, but I hear he only tells his really good friends.”
“I’ll be your friend, puppy,” the little coos as he nuzzles his face into the plush you’d head.
“What do you say, Phillip?” He asks as he pulls something else for Lip.
“Thank you, Daddy,” the boy simpers before Daddy helps him into the passenger seat and buckles him in.
Lip is so happy that Daddy gave him a new friend that he forgets to be embarrassed by the people pointing and staring. What does a baby care if people are so distracted by how much Daddy spoils him?
The little dozes off in the car not even five minutes after the drive away from Southside.
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Daddy’s brownstone in Lakeview East may as well be a mansion. If not for the fact that the kitchen is on the second floor, first floor may as well be its own three bedroom apartment with its own living room. Daddy thinks it could be perfect for Ian and Mickey. The bedroom is a princess suite and the room next to it is just the right size for two small children to share. Eventually, when Liam is older, he could move into the third room on the first floor. Until then, Mickey keeps suggesting a weight room. Although Ian is keen to remind him that they are both starting college after the new year and perhaps it could be a study.
The second consists of four smaller rooms as well as a large and well-stocked kitchen. For now, the second floor will remain uninhabited, but two rooms are earmarked for Carl and Debbie. A third could easily be Fiona’s if she is interested in joining them once she has finished her sentence.
Daddy leaves the rest of the family on the second floor and leads Lip to their quarters on the third floor. Like the ground level, it may as well be its own apartment if not for the lack of a kitchen. But Lip breezes right on past the cozy looking family room, he doesn’t even think to ask about the second room, much to Daddy’s amusement.
After such a long and emotionally up and down day, the boy wants to see Daddy’s bedroom. He wants to climb into the four poster California king that Daddy has been tempting him with for months now. He wants to curl up in bed with the man who loves him, the man who makes him feel safe and secure for the first time in his life, the man who yearns to take care of him, and who gives him the courage to embrace himself wholeheartedly.
They may have moved houses, but it is only in Daddy’s embrace that Lip feels that he is home.