From Fatherhood to Babyhood

Prologue 

Robby woke up earlier that morning, though in his current situation, it was nothing new. Time was more like an strange concept now that he depended in others to do everything, from walking and talking to changing his diapers, which were wet and sometimes messy whenever he woke. 

What a strange situation indeed. Just a few months ago, he was a regular forty-two year old father. Today, he was laying on a crib, soaked diapers, pink onesie, and his favorite stuffy next to him. And he awaited patiently for his son to come pick him up and get him ready for the day. 

Why? How? Well, as I mentioned before, it started a couple of months back. 

Chapter One

At the Cooper’s house there was only one rule, when dad said something you had to do it. Robby, your average jack-of-all-trades, was the father and a good provider. His wife, Carmen, was as submissive as wives came. His second-born, Jacob, was like his mother, a bit of a pushover. But, his first-son, the one he was proud the most, was just like him, an Alpha male. Chris, tall and handsome, was just like his father was at his prime, dark hair and a body everyone would love to have. Though, nowadays, Robby was more on the chubby side, the stress of having a family and providing for them. 

As I said, nothing strange going on in the Cooper’s house. 

But that changed a few months back. 

Robby woke up in the middle of the night. His heart, racing and his breathing hard. He had been having this recurrent dream in which Chris would come home from work, greeted his mother and younger brother like a man, and went straight to Robby, who was in his playpen, playing with his dolls. Chris would get close to kiss him in the forehead, and that’s when he woke up. 

He looked at Carmen, she was sleeping still. But, there was something different this time. A strange, cold feeling around his crotch. His heart was racing again. Had he peed himself in his sleep? 

Fuck, he thought, not knowing what to do. He stood up, went straight to the bathroom and got clean. He changed his PJs, and went back to his room where Carmen was still sleeping. Maybe she would think it was her, she was a woman after all, that was something a woman would do, not a man. 

The wet spot, however, was on his side. Carmen was dull, but not that dull. He wanted to cry in frustration, he actually teared a little. Knowing he would have to confront his wife soon, he left the room to get a glass of water. 

In the kitchen, he found Chris on his laptop. It was almost three in the morning and his son was just typing, not caring that his father was right in front of him. 

“Chris,” said Robby, “Everything okay?” 

“Oh, dad. Sorry, didn’t see you there,” he said, still typing, “I’m working on a job application. I’m on the last stage of the process. So, wanna get it done as soon as possible” 

“Good money?” Asked Robby, pouring himself a glass of water. 

“A lot, yeah” 

“That’s my boy. Alright, I’ll leave you to it.” 

But Chris wasn’t done. 

“Um, dad. Did you change your clothes?” 

“What?” Robby felt a slight shiver through his body, “No, why?” 

“Cause I saw you before you went to bed. You were wearing something different. Everything okay?” 

His son was very detailed-oriented, but it was ridiculous that he would know that. 

“All okay, I was just feeling uncomfortable on the other clothes” 

“Right...,” said Chris, “You sure everything is okay? You look a bit upset.” 

“I’m okay” 

“Okay, I was just worried. You work too hard sometimes. Good night, dad” 

“Good night, son” 

Robby left the living room and went to his bed. His wife, still sleeping and snoring, looked so cute with her pink pajamas. Part of him, a deep one he didn’t talk about, felt jealous of her. No responsibilities, wearing cute clothes, everything handed to her.

He shook those thoughts away, he was a man after all, and decided to wake her up and deal with the problem.