Author: jeanette9a PM
Due to an unexpected event Danny is turned in to a baby, but keeps his teenage mind. But considering his minimized body he has problems moving and speaking properly. By some kick of fate he ends up in Vlad's care. How will Vlad handle a teenager in a baby's body? Especially with his maids fawning over the baby!Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Family - Danny F. & Vlad M. - Chapters: 11 - Words: 10,549 - Reviews: 117 - Favs: 61 - Follows: 70 - Updated: 03-28-13 - Published: 01-17-13 - Status: Complete - id: 8916927
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Danny awoke in an unfamiliar setting, not to say he was not comfortable oh no, no. in fact it was quite the opposite; however being a teenager in mind and soul he wasn't thrilled to find himself in a crib.
And finding himself next to the teddy bear in baby cloths only intensified the rising feeling of dread. You might have guessed it but with the whole baby get up the diapers would come in to play, this however would have been less of a problem had he not noticed that they were not as clean as he had liked. Danny unsteadily got to his feet with the grip he had around the bars of his crib. As if someone of higher power found out that he had awoken from his peaceful slumber, Vlad came in to the room.
"Good after noon Daniel." The man said in a tone that would suggest he haven't forgotten what Danny did, and that Danny had no chance of escape. Danny just slumped down and sat on his bum with a soft thump. His face twisted in a grimace at the unpleasant feeling. Vlad apparently noticed and hoped and mentally pray to every god he could name and couldn't name that it was not what he thought it was.
"You didn't!" Vlad said but he knew better. Danny hung his head while an embarrassed blush stained his cheeks, confirming Vlad's fears.
"I did…" he said in a small voice. Vlad groans, he was the only one here at the moment so he had to change it… both he and Daniel would not leave this without mental scars. Vlad picked Danny up and carried him over to the changing table. Danny didn't struggle he knew that if he did this would only get harder than it had to be. But one thing was for sure between the two of them, it was if there were an unspoken agreement, they were never going to speak of this again. 5 minutes in to the changing Danny had learned one thing; Vlad was horrible at diaper changing.
Both he and Vlad was dressed in diapers but in the completely wrong places. Both had diapers on their heads, Danny had one on his left foot and arm. Vlad was worse off with some more diapers on his feet hands and one in the right place, but backwards on him.
The door opens and a maid steps in, but it only took three seconds before she burst out laughing.
"Mr. Master's maybe I should take care of this? You obviously need more training in changing diapers."
This made Danny redden even more, he didn't even know who this woman was! Vlad left with a defeated sigh, leaving Danny alone with the maid.
To Danny's astonishment the lady changed his diaper in swift precession and before he knew it he was lifted up and examined. And let's just say its return of the baby talk.
"Awe you are such a cutie". She said tickling his chin. Danny felt increasingly uncomfortable with being man handled like this.
"And you have such a pretty name too."
Danny thought "what! How does she know my name?" And as if fate then decided to show him how clueless he could be at times, the lady traced the letters on his baby body suit.
"Come now let's go find you something to eat, while we wait for your new Daddy to find us."
Danny wanted to cry then and there only what remained of his dignity held him back. He thought miserably; why did she have to assume Vlad was going to be his dad.
The lady brought him in to the kitchen and started making a bottle of milk for him.
Vlad came in after a while; he had managed to get rid of most of the diapers except for the one on his head. The lady chuckled and handed Danny to Vlad as she took off the diaper.
She then handed Vlad the bottle. Vlad just gaped at her. She put her hands on her hips saying:
"If you are going to be his dad, you are going to have to learn to do this Mr. Masters. Remember the staff does not stay here 24/7 and when we are away, you have to take care of him."
"But Marianne…." She cut Vlad off.
"No but's Mr. Masters, you have to take care of him as a parent should. Now you need to feed him."
Daniel looked at Vlad with a pleading expression, what he was pleading about was beyond Vlad. But Vlad let out a resigned sigh and puts the bottle to Danny's mouth. Danny at this point was kind of freaking out. He didn't even have the pleasure of messing with Vlad. But he reluctantly did what he had to do; there was no way out of it with Marianne in the room. A flash both distracted them for a second, and they both looked up horrified. You guessed it; Marianne had a camera in her hands and was grinning.
"this is going in the picture book together with the others!" she squealed. Both Danny and Vlad gaped at that. She giggled as the picture came out of the old fashioned camera she held.
"What I do like these old fashioned ones, you always get the picture faster." She said.
She took up a book from one of the draws in the kitchen. She opened the book and inside was a picture of Danny sleeping in his crib and another of Vlad carrying Danny home. They both looked at each other wondering how they both missed that. Marianne led Vlad to hold Danny up and tapped him lightly on the back and that made Danny gulp, even if he was still in a state of shock together with Vlad. Vlad grimaced at the substance running down his back. And Danny was trying in vain to get the foul taste out of his mouth.
A/N you do ask and you'll get. I do remind you I do not own Dp, this story is not beta read and I do have dyslexia so if some of the words are a little funny, it's because I'm fighting my worst enemy the dyslexia. Oh if you are wondering about the food thing, just remember that Danny is quite little for his age, so because of him talking to Lizzy she assumed he was older and therefore gave him baby food from a glass.