The Chibi Problem Part 5
We both slept late the next morning. I know, because BabyDoll was curled against my neck the whole night, one hand clutching a lock of my hair. I petted his braid and he purred for me. The cats wandered through to poke their cold noses where I didn't want cold wet noses poked. They rubbed against BabyDoll and Little Cat licked his braid a few times. Guess she thought he needed a bath.
I agreed, so I grabbed him before he woke up and trundled him into the bathroom sink and turned on the water. He howled and fussed and chattered, but I could tell it was an act. He was as happy to be with me as I was to be with him.
Dried and brushed and neatly braided once again, I opened the slider to let him go out while I took a shower. He laughed at me once when I was stepping out of the shower, so he is now banned from the bathroom when I'm in there.
He didn't immediately go out, looking up at me anxiously instead.
Yes, you may go out, but don't leave the yard, vertically or horizontally. He nodded quickly, violet eyes shining like beacons. His alpha BFs were waiting at the edge of the patio. They didn't quite know what to make of it when he didn't come bouncing out to meet them. They gave him a few seconds, then came to get him. It was cute, BabyDoll between them as they hugged him, each of the alphas glaring at the other around BabyDoll.
The four of us had a leisurely breakfast together. Chibis love scrambled eggs and bacon. And coffee. Not much chat; the heero and the wufei were still glaring at each other.
After loading the dishwasher, I shooed the ferals outside.
Sorry guys, I said. We're going out for the day. We'll be back this evening.
They grumbled, but hugged BabyDoll and left quietly. They'd probably be kicking the crap out of each other before we got out of the driveway, but I didn't care. My little doll and I were going exploring.
I'd already decided to work this vacation as hard as my job. If I dragged myself back to work exhausted, so what.
We went to the park. Not the swings, slides and picnic park, the Museum Park, Balboa. I carried BabyDoll in my big totebag and he hung over the top making his "oooooiii" and "Shiiiii" noises. We had discussions with a couple of security guards on whether or not chibis were animals (which are not allowed in the buildings), but we always won. It helped that he was on his very best behavior.
We managed to make it through Air and Space (he was quite taken with the models of early flying machines), Natural History (he was a little confused by the animal mock-ups), Museum of Man (more interested in the living humans around us) and the Model Railroad museum.
BabyDoll really enjoyed that one. I wouldn't let him fly inside, so he sat on my head for a better look at the tiny trains, towns and countryside. The volunteers who work the trains were interested in him as well. We chatted about trains and chibis for a while, then they invited us in for a closer look. I got to run the trains and even BabyDoll was allowed to play carefully with the controls. He was amazed that by touching a switch he could make the train stop or go.
It's like the TV remote, I explained, and he turned shining eyes my way.
"Moooooiii?" he called softly, and I realised my tactical error.
Oops; TMI, I muttered to myself. No, sweetie, I said aloud. Not today. We'll have to discuss it.
"Shiiiiiniiiigamiiii..." he coaxed, again giving me the eyes. "Oooooiii..."
I picked him up, knowing it was time to leave. We'll talk about it, I promise.
The guys at the controls (no women at all behind the glass; maybe it's a guy thing) invited us to come back any time. They were pretty taken with the little flirt.
We drove up to La Jolla and stopped near the place where the sea lions hang out. BabyDoll puddled in the ocean for a bit, but took off when some little kids tried to catch him. He landed on an enormous bull sea lion, but fortunately the bull didn't seem to mind. He chattered at the huge creature for a few minutes before flying back to me.
We cruised on up the coast to stop for dinner at a seafood place in Solano Beach. BabyDoll loves bay scallops and fried clams. Since he'd been such a good boy, I let him have one sip of my wine. He sneezed and giggled.
On the way home we stopped for ice cream at BR and a drive thru soda. By the time I shut off the car in the driveway, he was thrumming like a diesel engine. I divested him of his leash and harness and he scampered straight to the slider, looking for his suitors.
It's nice to have consistency in life. Both ferals looked like they'd tangled with a weedwhacker and won. No blood on my carpet, I admonished them as BabyDoll invited them in. In fact, why don't you all go have a bath?
I sat down at my computer as they headed for the bathroom. I read my mail, wrote some mail, deleted some spam, checked my favorite sites and finally noticed the giggling, splashing and shrieking coming from the bathroom.
I was not the least surprised to find that the alphas were... uh... pressing their advantage, shall we say. BabyDoll's braid was unraveling, he had a goofy grin on his face and about eight hands petting and caressing him.
I cleared my throat loudly and everything stopped. Two pairs of dark eyes glared at me.
Okay, I get the point; you both have the hots for him. Not a problem. However, I don't want him in the middle when you two get serious. Just look at the two of you, I scolded. Why don't you quit fighting over him and let him chose? It's his choice, after all. In the meantime, how about getting off him, so I can fix his hair and you can all dry off. I've got strawberries in the reefer, I offered.
They glared at me, then they glared at each other. Then they backed off, accepting the hand towels I offered.
TBC...
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