Chapter 2
The Wedding Reception - Chapter 2
By the time the ceremony was over, Riley was certain that nearly everyone in attendance must have gotten a pretty good view of his diaper. It was so bulky! There was no way it wasn’t clearly visible through the back of his shorts - and with the amount of time that Freddy had taken walking down the aisle, stopping to smile and wave to everyone they passed, he had had no choice but to let everyone get a long look; clinging to Freddy’s hand like a frightened infant as the photographer got a full reel of shots depicting the adorable pair.
The perplexed glances that he’d gotten from some of his aunts and uncles all but confirmed how obvious it was. Riley supposed he couldn’t blame them for staring. Afterall, it was hardly every day that you saw your teenage nephew dressed up in a sailor suit and wearing a diaper. Not one of them had seen fit to make any comment, however - either to his mother or himself. Afterall, there might well have been a perfectly rational explanation, and at a tense family event like a wedding even an innocent question could come across as rude. It wouldn't do to be seen to stir up drama on Lucy’s special day.
Worse were the looks Riley got from the people he didn’t know, all of them seemingly unaware that he was anything other than the adorable toddler that he appeared to be. The worst reaction by far however was from the other kids. All of them knew his real age, but none of them had the same tact as the adults. Riley could just about tolerate the reaction from his eight year old cousin Robbie - who pointed at him and loudly said something including the words “diaper” and “baby” before being instantly scolded by his mother. Entirely intolerable on the other hand, were the reaction of ten year old twins Lucas and Louis, who seemed to spend the entire ceremony whispering jokes to each other at his expense. It didn’t help that they were seated directly behind him.
The only person who seemed not to have noticed at all was Riley’s mother. Seated on the first row, she was seemingly enthralled by the bride and groom. After his procession up the aisle, Riley had hoped that he’d be able to sit next to her so he could at least let her know what was going on, but as he’d been making his way towards an empty seat Bradley had grabbed him by the hand and pulled him all the way to the other end of the row - sitting him firmly in between Freddy and himself. By the time he’d managed to unclasp himself from the larger boys’ vice-like grip, the music had already stopped playing and the celebrant had started speaking. He might still have been able to escape from Bradley’s watchful eye once the ceremony had begun, but how would that have looked? He imagined himself interrupting the ceremony and waddling past in clear view of all the guests to go looking for his mommy - his diaper on full display. It was hardly the most mature approach.
He had had no luck getting his mom’s attention after the ceremony either. As soon as people had started getting up from their seats, Bradley had seized him firmly by the hand once more. He had seemed to be keeping as much distance as was possible from Riley’s mom as the confetti was thrown and the bouquet tossed. Even as everyone began to file back inside for the reception, his mother may as well have been 100 miles away - gushing emotionally to the best man at the front of the crowd while Bradley kept Riley restrained far towards the back.
As Bradley led him past a mirror in the hotel lobby, Riley briefly managed to twist around to get a look at his backside. To his horror, the situation was even worse than he had feared. Not only was the conspicuous outline of the diaper more than clear from the shape of his shorts, but Bradley seemed to have deliberately only half-tucked in Riley’s shirt. The result was that the papery waistband of the diaper was poking a good inch and a half out of the top! He immediately went to hide the embarrassing exposure by trying to tuck in the back of his shirt with his free hand - but Bradley swatted him away.
“Leave it.”
“But everyone can see.” Riley whined.
“And they saw you flaunting it at the wedding, too. What difference does it make now?”
Riley let out a high pitched moan, continuing to correct the problem anyway, but Bradley quickly foiled his efforts; actually stopping to readjust his shirt so that it revealed even more of the diaper. After that, he gestured for Freddy to grab his other hand - leaving him stranded and exposed between the two boys as they frog marched him into a large hall, zigzagging their way through the tables set up for the reception.
The kids table was right at the back of the room, far out of the way and out of the view of any of the adult tables. Riley supposed that made sense. This way, the kids could entertain themselves and wouldn’t interrupt the various toasts that would be happening as the meal progressed. He would have usually been glad for the opportunity to talk freely with other kids instead of having to sit through a bunch of boring adults giving rambling speeches, but in this instance it just meant that the odds of someone rescuing him from his horrible situation had diminished even further.
“Here’s baby Ry-Ry!” Bradley announced.
The conversation died down almost immediately, all of the kids turning around to take a good look at the babified teenager fidgeting at Bradley’s side. The larger boy pulled out a chair for Riley before sitting down in the seat directly to the left of him. Going clockwise around the table, the next two chairs were occupied by the ten year old twins Louis and Lucas, an empty chair probably intended for Davey, a boy of around seven who Riley’s didn’t recognize - presumably from the family of the groom, eight year old Robbie, and finally Freddy sitting to Riley’s right.
“Why’s he in a diaper?” Robbie asked bluntly. He had clearly been hankering for an explanation since the ceremony.
“Do you remember last year when Riley went poo-poo in his pants?”
“Yeah.” Robbie confirmed nonchalantly, as if the issue wasn’t even in dispute.
“I didn’t…” Riley mumbled in dissent, barely more than a whisper - but no one seemed to pay him any mind.
“Well,” Bradley explained patiently “Little Ry-Ry’s always had trouble getting to the potty on time, so everyone thought it was best that he go back to diapers.”
Robbie’s mouth hung open - shocked that such a regression was even possible. It was clear, however, that he believed every word of Bradley’s story.
“Woah!” he exclaimed “Does he actually use them then? Like a baby?”
“Of course he does.” Louis butted in “Why else would he wear them?”
“Riley never really stopped being a baby in the first place.” Lucas added.
Riley suppressed a sob, staring down at the ground as the whole table continued to gossip about his age, his supposed degree of maturity, and his bathroom habits. Although he couldn’t even begin to combat Bradley’s web of lies, he couldn’t help but interject with a few half-hearted denials - even if all of the boys were determined to ignore him. He puffed out his cheeks in frustration, feeling them blush hot red as a few stray tears began to well in the corners of his eyes. He sniffed them back, determined not to cry.
As the conversation progressed Riley learned that the boy from the groom’s family was called Peter, and was in fact seven years old. Although at first he had expressed little interest in Riley, presumably dismissing him as just an ordinary toddler, he soon became fascinated by the tale of the diaper-clad teen.
“He’s not really fourteen.” he asserted skeptically.
“Believe it - he is.” Lucas confirmed “He's in the eighth grade.”
“He’s just short.” Louis added.
“And he really still poops in his pants?”
Lucas nodded, smirking “And pees them. Does it all the time. Although I guess now he's got the diapers backing him up.”
“Wow, and he’s in the eighth grade? They should've sent him back to preschool!” Peter joked, clearly eager to get in on the teasing.
“Maybe they will.” Louis smirked, “They don’t let babies into high school.”
Riley resisted the urge to scream. They were just making stuff up! The two ten year olds had never seen him in a diaper until that afternoon, and they knew very well that his supposed “accident” last year had just been mud. They’d been the ones who’d pushed him down in the first place!
“Stop lying.” he said, staring directly at the twins and crossing his arms assertively. “I never had any accidents.”
“Oh yeah?” Lucas challenged “Why’re you in a diaper then?”
“Bradley made me wear ‘em…” Riley blushed, realizing the explanation wasn’t exactly ideal.
“Yeah - coz you wouldn’t stop pooping your pants!” Louis retorted.
The three boys instantly descended into a chorus of giggles, ignoring Riley’s continued protests as they continued their conversation in hushed whispers out of his earshot. Riley thought that was even worse. At least before he had known what they were saying about him.
The onslaught of humiliation was briefly interrupted as a waitress came to take some drinks orders for the table, but things soon got worse again when she got to Riley.
“And what about you, buddy?” she asked.
“Coke.” Riley said simply, copying the last three orders.
The waitress looked surprised, but went to write down the order all the same before Bradley suddenly interrupted.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” he asserted “Sorry - he just wants to be like his big cousins. Can you get him some milk instead?”
The waitress nodded “Sure.”
“Oh - and is it possible he could get it in something with a lid as well? He’s kind of accident prone.”
Bradley flashed a smile at the other boys, clearly intending the double-entendre. A few barely suppressed giggles echoed around the table.
“I’ll see if I can find a sippy cup.” the waitress smiled. Riley was hoping she would leave before she seemed to suddenly remember something. “We’ve got some booster seats around the back as well, if he needs one.”
“I don’t!” Riley squeaked out at once, but Bradley quickly interrupted.
“Yeah - that’d be great.” he enthused, looking positively delighted. “Wouldn’t want to make a mess. Might stop the little tyke running around and causing havoc and all!”
The waitress smiled knowingly, “Sure thing. I’ll be right back.”
Riley seethed. He was just barely shorter than Freddy! How come he was the only one getting stuck in a booster seat? He was certain the waitress wouldn’t have even mentioned it if Bradley hadn’t butted in like that. He was almost positive that was when she’d noticed his diaper peak, deciding irrevocably that he was nothing more than a pants-wetting toddler. He went to fix the problem for what seemed like the millionth time, but Bradley was on the ball - pulling his hand away and giving him a warning glare.
Before long the waitress returned with a dark green booster - with Bradley helping her strap it onto the chair before plopping Riley down on the plastic seat. It was the proper baby kind, complete with a three-point restraint intended to fasten around the crotch. Riley grumbled at that as well, certain that the waitress might have come back with something at least marginally more mature if Bradley hadn’t added that line about him running around. There was nothing he could do as Bradley fastened it on top of his diaper bulge, leaving him entirely at the larger boy’s mercy.
On the bright side, the other boys seemed to have largely lost interest in teasing him as their drinks arrived. There were a few titters about Riley’s sippy cup, but for the most part they left him alone. As they waited for their meals, Bradley did make a point of making him fill out the children’s activity page; but that was by far the least embarrassing thing that had happened to him today. Freddy completed the entire page as well, and even Robbie and Peter were happy to do a puzzle or two.
More troubling for Riley was the increasing pressure in his bladder. He had hoped that he would be able to hold it at least until after the meal, but eventually the sensation of holding it got even worse than the potential humiliation of telling Bradley. He leaned over in his booster, tapping at the boy's shoulder to get his attention.
“Bradley.” he whispered, desperate that none of the other boys should hear. “I’ve got to go to the toilet.”
The larger boy rolled his eyes. “We only just sat down!”
That wasn’t really true - they’d been waiting for about 20 minutes - but Riley didn’t contest it. “I have to go.” he repeated.
Bradley just shrugged “You keep insisting you’re not a baby - so hold it like a big boy. And if you can’t, that’s what your diapers are for.”
Riley sighed - but persisted. He was just barely managing to hold it in as dinner arrived. He had definitely ordered a steak when he’d filled out the form two weeks ago, but Bradley easily managed to convince the waitress that he was supposed to have Davey’s unclaimed meal - leaving him with a child-sized portion of chicken nuggets. It wasn’t like Riley disliked chicken nuggets, but it was the principal of the matter.
The process was made much slower as Bradley insisted on feeding him one nugget at a time - dipping each morsel in ketchup, shoving them messily into his mouth, and wiping his face down with the napkin after each individual bite. Riley tried to take charge to speed things up, but Bradley wasn’t having it - physically restraining his hands on his lap with one hand while he continued to feed him with the other. After that, Bradley dispensensed with the incessant face cleaning, making things proceed a little faster; but Riley was certain that there was now an embarrassing amount of tomato sauce smeared all over his lips and face.
Regardless, by the time Bradley was finished he was well and truly bursting. He attracted his attention once more, but the boy was still unsympathetic.
“I already said you’ve got to hold it.”
Riley groaned, fidgeting desperately in the confines of his booster seat. “I’m gonna have an accident…” he admitted in a melodramatic whisper.
The demeaning sight made Bradley smirk. “Tell you what.” he offered. “I’ll take you to the potty - but you’ve got to ask like a baby.”
“What?”
“Ask like a baby.” Bradley repeated.
Riley shifted uncomfortably, still not really sure what Bradley wanted.
“Just say, ‘I have to go potty.’” Bradley prompted. “Loud, so everyone can hear.”
“I have to go potty…” Riley said, but no one at the table seemed to notice - each boy locked in their own conversations.
“Louder, Ry-Ry. Use your big boy voice.”
“I have to go potty!” Riley announced.
Just at that moment, there seemed to have been a broader subsistence of the din coming from the other tables - sending Riley’s voice echoing through the whole room. Everyone at the kid’s table immediately turned to look at him with a smirk, and even a few adults at the tables further away took notice. Riley blushed beet red.
“Aww” Lucas mocked “Babies trying to be a big boy.”
“Do you have to go pee-pee or poopy, Ry-Ry?” Bradley asked loudly, making sure everyone could still hear him.
“Pee-pee.” Riley muttered, figuring the childish language was what Bradley expected.
“Oh, then we better get going quick then before you go pee-pee in your diapee, huh?”
Riley nodded desperately as Bradley began to untether him, helping him to his feet.
“Bet you he won’t make it.” Louis commented to the table.
“I will!” Riley shot back defiantly, but the other boys just laughed.
Bradley led him away from the confrontation - weaving him hurriedly through the adult tables as a few strangers looked down dotingly at the adorable toddler in their midst. As they got to the front, Riley looked around hopefully for his mother - but she was once again in deep conversation, this time with the groom’s mother, and didn’t even seem to notice as Bradley yanked him back out into the lobby.
To Riley’s horror, they walked directly past the doors to the public toilets - instead seeming to head towards the elevators.
“Where are we going?” he demanded, “The toilets are right there.”
“Are you kidding? The floors in there are much too dirty for bare feet. We’re headed back to the room.” Bradley explained. “Unless you want me to carry you?”
Riley wasn’t sure if Bradley even could. The height difference between them was dramatic, but the larger boy was still only twelve. Still, he didn’t want to find out. He fervently shook his head, continuing to tag behind Bradley as every step seemed to jostle his overfilled bladder to the point of crisis.
Eventually they made it back, Bradley taking his time finding his keycard in his pocket before slowly opening the hotel room door. Riley was practically jumping up and down by the time he was led into the ensuite, the larger boy continuing to hold his hand as he leant down to his level.
“Alright, Ry-Ry. Are you ready to use the big boy potty?”
“Yes!” Riley yelped.
“Do you need my help?”
“No!” he yowled, pulling uselessly against Bradley’s grip. He was so close!
“Okay then. Show me how it’s done.”
The larger boy let go, sending Riley sprinting to the toilet. He lifted up the lid and tried to pull down his shorts before he remembered the buttons securing them to his shirt. He began desperately trying to unhook them - but they were too fiddly, his hands were too uncoordinated, and he just couldn’t focus!
“You’ve got to pull your shorts down first, remember?” Bradley patronized - his tone of voice indistinguishable from if he really had been addressing a toddler who had just started to learn how to use the toilet.
“I KNOW!” Riley screamed, still fiddling with the buttons.
“Do you need some help?”
“No!” he retorted, almost instinctively - but it was becoming more and more clear that he was incapable of freeing himself. He turned around meekly, clutching at his crotch. “Help me.” he squeeked.
“What’s the magic word?” Bradley condescended.
“Please help me!”
“Help you do what?”
Riley let out a high-pitched grumble, swallowing his pride. “Please help me go potty.”
Bradley smirked, sauntering casually over towards the toilet “There’s a good boy.” he intoned, leaning down to easily undo the buttons and drop the shorts around his ankles.
Riley was just about to break free again, planning to discard the stupid diaper and finally do his business, when Bradley shot two invasive hands in between his thighs - starting to tickle him mercilessly.
“What a big boy!” he praised, sending a shock of involuntary giggles richotecting through the smaller boy's body as he tried to stamp and fidget his way to freedom.
“Sto-oh–oh-op!” Riley hiccuped, but he already knew it was too late. Bradley finally let him go as a tell-tale hiss was heard, the front of Riley’s diaper beginning to swell up. The boy sobbed, unable to help himself as he slowly emptied the entire contents of his bladder into the diaper. Bradley just watched him passively, a predatory grin spreading across his face.
“Oh, Ry-Ry.” he chided, his voice full of mock sympathy “Maybe not such a big boy afterall, huh? But never mind. That’s what diapers are for.”
Riley didn’t respond, letting Bradley pull his shorts back up around his waist and rebutton them into place. After he had finished, the larger boy walked with purpose out of the bathroom - heading out into the room proper. Riley didn’t bother to follow, instead going to look over himself in the full length bathroom mirror. He let out a little whimper of displeasure as he realized that there was no way that anyone would perceive him as anything other than the littlest and most helpless of toddlers. There he was, tomato sauce encrusted around his lips, sagging diaper peeking out of his shorts, and tears in his eyes. He was nothing more than a helpless baby.
Soon enough Bradley returned carrying a large backpack. Riley looked at it curiously, but couldn’t work up the energy to question him, simply staring down in shame at his bare feet as he was marched out into the hall - the horrible squishy feeling inside his shorts reminding him of his infantile accident with every step that he took. He allowed the tears to flow down his face, thinking bitterly about everything that had happened in the last two hours or so. How had he allowed Bradley to take things this far? He had had a dozen opportunities to do something about it, but everytime he’d chosen to sit meekly by and let Bradley take advantage! He decided then and there that things would go no further. Enough was enough! He didn’t care how embarrassing it was - as soon as they got back to the reception hall he was going to call out for his mother and get her to end this ridiculous charade. It wasn’t like it could get any worse, was it?
However, it soon became clear that they were not heading back to the party but to a different end of the hotel entirely.
“Where are we going?” he managed to choke out, but Bradley just fobbed him off.
“You’ll see.”
Soon enough, they came to a large set of doors. Bradley pushed them open - dragging Riley inside what appeared to be a meeting room with all the tables pushed to the side. In their place, a number of bean bags had been scattered around and a few balloons were floating on strings. A red headed woman who looked to be in her early 20s was setting up a projector in the far corner.
“Hey Maddy.” Bradley greeted, drawing her attention.
“Oh Hiya Bradley!” she enthused, abandoning what she was doing to come striding across the room. “I’m almost set up. Where’re all the other boys?”
“They're just finishing eating. I was taking little Riley here to the potty, but he didn’t quite make it. Figured I’d just take him straight here instead of bothering his mommy.”
“Well I’m happy to have him!” Maddy commented, looking down at Riley with a genuine smile of adoration. “Hey buddy!” she enthused, actually leaning down to bop him on the nose “I’m Maddy - and I’m gonna be running the Kids’ Club for you guys this afternoon!”
The smaller boy stayed silently, staring skeptically at the strange woman hovering around his face.
“Sorry.” Bradley apologized. “He’s kinda shy with strangers. Guess that’s why he didn’t want to come down and play before the ceremony.”
Riley cursed himself. His mom had definitely mentioned something or other about a kid’s club when she’d been trying to get him out of his hotel room that morning. At the time, he’d dismissed it out of hand as just some boring children’s activities - or worse, an opportunity for Bradley to pick on him. But it seemed that while he’d been sulking in his room, Bradley had been setting the groundwork for…well, whatever the hell this was.
“Aww - well I’m sure we’ll be the best of friends in no time!” Maddy said cheerily.
“Cool.” Bradley agreed, placing his backpack down on the ground “I’ll just go and get the others. All his diaper changing stuff’s in there.”
“Thanks Bradley!” Maddy praised, opening up the bag “It’s a good thing the other boys have got such a responsible big cousin.”
Riley could only stand motionless in growing horror as the larger boy nodded his appreciation and headed back towards the door, leaving him alone with the strange woman. He had been wrong. It could get worse - a lot worse. He barely had time to process what was happening before Maddy pulled out a baby blue teddy bear themed changing mat - laying the thing out by her side before grabbing Riley easily up in her arms and sitting him against her hip.
“Oof. You’re a heavy little fella, aren’t you?” she commented, bouncing him up and down. “How old are you, buddy? Three?”
“Fourteen.” he mumbled shyly, thinking that there might still be someway for him to get out of this situation.
“Ohhh.” Maddy laughed, clearly thinking he was playing some pretend game. Riley groaned in exasperation, his hopes of convincing the woman snuffed out almost instantly. It was humiliating. Things had gotten so bad that even the idea of his real age was instantly dismissed as a joke!
“You’re a big boy teenager huh?” she said playfully, leaning down to lay him out carefully on the changing mat.
“Yes.” Riley insisted, crossing his arms in defiance as he went to sit up.
“Stay down on your back, sweety.” Maddy ordered, pushing him firmly back down into a supine position. “There’s a good boy. A real big boy.” she repeated. “Just like your big cousin.”
Riley wriggled restlessly under Maddy’s hand, but no matter which way he twisted he couldn’t seem to sit up again. He felt entirely helpless as she began to unbutton the fastenings on his shorts and pull them down around his ankles.
“Bradley’s only twelve.” he pouted. “He’s not a teenager.”
“Ohhh.” Maddy humored him, starting to fiddle with the diaper tapes “You’re a really big boy then, huh? Even bigger than Bradley.”
“Yes.” Riley insisted tersely, but it was clear Maddy wasn’t listening.
“I bet you have a girlfriend and everything.” she teased, going to pull his diaper away. Finally having had enough, he made a grab to stop her - but she easily parried his interfering little fingers, pinning his hands down on the mat at his side.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Riley?” she repeated, her tone full of nothing but fondness and warmth.
“No.” Riley admitted, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Oh - I guess girls have cooties right? But a big boy like you must have a really cool car!” Maddy coaxed, reaching into the backpack to pull out a toy. She rolled the little car up Riley’s bare legs - shaking it enticingly in front of his eyes. “Vrooooom!” she imitated, finally parking it in his hand.
Riley looked at the thing with displeasure, grasping it tightly in his fist.
“I know your restless, sweetie but just sit still and play with your car while I get you cleaned up, okay? You could pretend you’re driving it to high school like a real teenager!”
The boy resisted the urge to sob as he recalled that he really was supposed to be starting high school in six months. He did as Maddy said however, sitting back passively and rolling the car a few times absentmindedly over his chest as she got to work wiping him down with a wad of wet wipes. When she was finished down there, she even cleaned up his face - finally getting rid of the thick layer of tomato ketchup that had been encrusted around his mouth since dinner.
She was just securing a fresh diaper under his bum when the doors swung open again. A few stray giggles came from the younger boys at the sight of the little teen mid-change, but Bradley quickly shushed them - clearly anxious not to ruin his story.
“Hey boys!” Maddy greeted “Let me just sort out Riley here and then I’ll put on a film, alright?”
The boys nodded their enthusiasm, gossiping excitedly amongst themselves as they went to take their place on the bean bags. Maddy soon finished up - rebuttoning Riley in his shorts before carrying him over to the bean bags, sitting him down so that Bradley could pull him up into his lap.
“Were you a good boy for Maddy?” he whispered, barely concealing the thrill he felt at his plan coming to full fruition.
Riley nodded tersely, but didn't say anything - trying to keep his attention on the swirling screensaver animation emitting from the projector. .
“Let's watch Space Battalion!” Lucas enthused, sorting through a collection of DVDs.
“I don’t know.” Maddy retorted, “That might be a little too scary for Riley. Why don’t we watch something that everyone can enjoy?”
“Can we watch the new Dino Den Film?” Freddy offered
“I don’t wanna watch a bunch of baby films…” Lucas protested.
“The party’s gonna go on all night.” Louis reasoned with his twin “We can just watch Space Battalion when the baby goes to bed. He’ll probably fall asleep in the first film anyway.”
“Dino Den it is, then.” Maddy interrupted, taking charge.
As the film started up, Riley felt a vague desire to shoot back at Louis calling him a baby - but the moment had already passed. As the cheery music started to chime out through the speakers; the lights dimmed; and Bradley held him close and stroked his hair - he let out a long yawn and snuggled up to the larger boy, momentarily forgetting all of the battles and stresses of the day.
Halfway between dreams and waking, he felt something rubbery inserted into his mouth. His first instinct was to spit it out, but something was keeping it nestled in place - and eventually he stopped struggling. He began to suckle gently on the teat, sending a pleasing sensation spreading out from his mouth to his entire body. Exhausted, he let out a contented little sigh - drifting down inexorably into blissful sleep.
Riley woke suddenly to the sound of a closing door. Half-opening his eyes, he looked around in confusion - peering through the half-darkness to find that he was somehow back in Bradley and Freddy’s hotel room. The room looked largely the same as it always had, except for a strange squarish shape looming between the two beds.
“Looks like he’s waking up.” Bradley commented from behind. Riley searched for the source of his voice, but found that he could not move - snuggled comfortably in somebody’s arms.
“It’s alright little guy.” Maddy’s voice assured him from somewhere very close by. “Just go back to sleep.”
Riley tried his hardest to disobey - but his eyelids were heavy and soon fell closed once again. There was a strange rattling sound before he felt himself being placed down gently on something soft and a heavy blanket tucked up around his shoulders. Still feeling the reassuring presence of the rubbery teat in his mouth, he nursed gently - half-opening his eyes again to see a strange rack of bars by his side.
“Sweet dreams, Ry-Ry.” Bradley’s voice whispered “See you in the morning.”
Still feeling very confused, he went to say something in reply - but all that came out was an indecipherable mumble, the little boy turning contentedly to his side as he drifted back off to dreamland.