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Bad night
The shadows dance at the edge of his room, he sat in his pajamas, ones that went all the way down to his feet he clutch the stuffed dog petting it absentmindedly part of his mind knew that they were just shadows, but Brock decided to give into the scared child part he kept hidden.
He was taking a well-deserved vacation from protecting the venture family. He turned on the bedside light. He hesitantly slid off the bed and made his way over to the fridge, where he pulled out a sippy cup that was filled with orange juice. He made his way back to the bed. The shadows were still at the edges of the room, his watch was turned off. He was calm.
And was in a child like state he had laid out everything he would need for the next week, diapers and onesies in his size folded neatly in the dresser, drawers of the hotel room after this week Brock new he would have to throw them away or donate them the only thing he would keep was the stuffed dog and even that he would have to hide it.
He finally fell asleep, dropping the adult size sippy cup on the floor empty the nightmares came. This was the only time he would let down his guard and it had been a while. He woke in the morning. Praying to God he hadn't soaked through his diaper last night.
Thankfully, he had not. He pulled out one of the diapers. And laid it on the bed and made his way to the bathroom he turned on the faucet to start filling up the tub. He pulled out his bubble bath, filling the tub with the soap and watching the bubbles. He removed the soil diaper, tossing it into the trashcan and climbed into the bath.
And began to bathe himself making happy sounds of contentment. He knew what was coming in the morning. His vacation was coming to an end. He stepped out a bathtub, dressed in the adult size onesie, and sat on the edge of the bed. He took the second and final dose of his sleeping medication and fell asleep, waking in the morning. He let out a tired sigh.
As the sunlight creeped in casting a warm glow into the 90s decorated hotel room, it cast a warm light on Brock . He slid off the bed, rubbed his eyes, walked over to the coffee maker and made his 1st cup of coffee. He sat there watching the sunlight at the small table in the room. He sat to work packing up his supplies. He pulled out the red and yellow Winnie the Pooh bear duffel bag, and began to pack the supplies. He folded up a set of pajamas and placed them in the bag along with the rest of the diapers he did not use.
He made short work of his packing he left out the stuffed dog he absentmindedly pet it before placing it into the duffel bag. He took off the onesie, dropping it into the pile of dirty clothes and made his way to the shower. It was a quick shower, Brock took the dirty laundry down. to the on-site laundry mat and tossed it in the washing machine with some soap he had bought for a quarter. He was on his 2nd cup of coffee. He made his way back to the motel room, gathered the trash up, tying it off, washed the cups in the bathroom sink before putting them on the bath towel to dry
He pour himself his 3rd cup of coffee and carefully packed away, the dried sippy cups into the side pocket of his duffel bag, he made his way down to the laundry mat moved his damn clothes from the washer to the dryer and fed the dryer quarters he sat leaning against the folding table in the laundromat, guarding his laundry, sipping on his 3rd cup of coffee, savoring the taste, he was smiling to himself, thinking about Rusty and his boys back home. He still had not turned on his communicating watch. He would turn that on tomorrow.
The dryer buzzer went causing Brock to come back to the present, he took the warm laundry and made quick work of folding it. He packed the onesie into the Winnie the Pooh bear duffel bag. And packing the rest of his clothes into his normal duffel bag. He took the trash and Winnie the Pooh a bag to the dumpster. He threw the trash away, but couldn’t bear to start his ABDL collection again so instead he threw the Winnie the Pooh duffel bag into his car’s trunk. He figured he could hide it on the compound where no one could find it.
He did one last sweep of the hotel room, driving Brock out his rearview mirror looking at the motel. The distance of a long drive was tiring for him, pulling into a small gas station where he bought himself his 4th cup of coffee, along with some good and plenty candy. That was his favorite treat to get after his days off. He turned into his second motel he turned on his communicator, watch Brock, where are you? Rusty’s voice came through. Are you out with some women? q boys have been driving me up the wall Brock chuckled to himself. you know the drill? I’ll be home tomorrow Brock out.
He flopped on the bed face down. He would not take the sleeping medication tonight. He needed to be ready for anything. Now he glared at his trusty knife and dozed off the red letters of the alarm clock stared back at him 1 AM. He made his 1st cup of coffee of the day and spit it out. The coffee maker had not been cleaned. He grumbled it was now 4 AM and he made his way down to the complementary breakfast. He grabbed a bagel and a cup of coffee from the lobby and made his way back to his hotel room.
The clock now read 6 AM as he grabbed his duffel bag and did one final sweep of the room, making sure he had everything. He tossed the duffel bag into the front seat of his car and started the long drive home. He pulled into another gas station and bought another cheap cup of coffee. He went to the final hotel room, tossing his duffel bag onto the bed staring at the clock that red 10:30 PM, he slept until 3 AM before heading back to the road, he pulled up to the venture compound at two in the afternoon he tossed his duffel bag to Hank and Dean venture and told the boys to go put it in his room he walked over to Rusty and stole a brief kiss from the man
The compound was quiet. Everyone was asleep. He took the red and yellow duffel bag out of the back of his car and carefully place it in a high shelf in a hidden in closet, one Brock knew no one would ever open or would need anything out of it. It was his secret to bear alone.
Two weeks later
Rusty sat and sipped his coffee in the morning. It had been raining all week and the boys had been driving him nuts so he had told them they had to clean the entire compound. He knew eventually they would find something and that should keep them occupied for the rest of the day meanwhile this is quite childish. Hank said to Dean I bet your Pops would know what the bear‘s name is rusty. They shouted innocent what is this they held up the red and yellow duffel bag boys bring it here. Rusty said this does not belong to you but pops. What does it mean? They both squeaked in unison God Rusty hated puberty.
Why don’t you two go watch TV awesome They both shouted team venture and ran excitedly to the entertainment room. Rusty got curious and unzipped the Winnie the Pooh duffel bag and then he zipped it close and sat on the table at that moment Brock rounded the corner. I believe this belongs to you for Rusty said, pointing to the Winnie the Pooh duffel bag maybe you should hide it better next time.
He went back to enjoying his coffee.
Brock snatched the bag up quickly and left the room heart racing. He took it back to his room and shoved it way back into the crawlspace, hoping he would never have to see that damn bag again and have to explain its contents.