A/n: alright Ya'll I don't think i'm sick anymore. School started back up again so yay. I have the easiest classes known to man this semester so I guess that's lucky

Foooooor robin4732 thank you for requesting!! And being patient, this one took some time lmao😜✌️😝

"DADDY WAKE UP!" Logan screamed, jumping up and down on the bed a couple of times before ultimately losing his footing and face planting into Virgil's stomach.

Virgil hissed, "what the fu—shi—damn—I mean" he stuttered, "holy god, Logan I know you're little right now but at least wait until I take my morning piss to slam into my stomach, Jesus."

"Sorry daddy!" Logan giggled. It was funny when his daddy try and ultimately fail at not saying bad words, "come on, make me food! I'm hungryyyyyyyyy" he pouted.

Virgil slowly made his way out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom, "yeah yeah, i'll be right out in a minute."

"Okay daddy! I'll wait in the kitchen" Logan called, skipping over and sitting at the counter, a large book in his hands. He squinted, furrowing his eyes at the book.

"What are you reading? That's looks like a huge book" Virgil observed as he finally appeared.

"I'm trying to read my picture book! But there aren't any pictures!" He pouted.

Virgil made his way over, squinting at the page, still rubbing the morning tiredness from his eyes, "Logan. That is quite literally a dictionary."

"Oh" Logan whispered, jumping off of the stool with his book and running over to his shelf to get a picture book.

Virgil shook his head fondly and began to make scrambled eggs.

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After breakfast, Virgil went into he and Logan's room to pick some outfits for the day, "Logan!" He called, "come in here and pick out something before I decide for you!"

Logan was in there in a flash, studying the three outfits Virgil had chosen carefully. Even in little space, Logan was very picky about his clothing.

"This one!" He cried, picking the one in the middle.

Virgil smirked, "how did I know you'd pick the one with the neck tie?"

"I like to be professional!" Logam quipped, putting his hands on his hips.

Virgil put his hands up in surrender, "woah there sassafras, let's not go for the head. Come on, i'll help you get dressed."

Logan nodded, putting his arms up and allowing his caregiver to take off his pajamas and dress him into his black polo shirt, khakis and neck tie.

"Oh, you look so handsome" Virgil teased, pressing a kiss onto the top of his little's forehead.

Logan blushed, covering his face, "no!"

Virgil raised a brow, "oh, so you're not handsome?"

Logan stuck out his bottom lip, his eyes becoming watery, "i'm not handsome?" He whispered.

"What?!—" Virgil shouted, his mouth agape.

"Daddy thinks i'm ugwy?" Logan murmured, looking down to the floor as tears began to run down his cheeks.

"Oh, Logan, baby, no! No, I was only joking, my love. Don't be so sad" Virgil said quickly, panicking. He always forgot how sensitive Logan could be when he was in little space, "I think you're handsome! The most handsome in the world!"

Logan sniffled, "I'm not the most handsome in the world. I can't be..."

"Why not?" Virgil questioned, taking his little's hand and placing a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

"Because you are, daddy!" He shouted with a bright smile.

"Awe, Logan i'm flattered" Virgil chuckled, his heart rate slowing when he realized Logan wasn't upset anymore, "thank you, baby."

"Come on, let's get something to drink" Virgil said, making his way to the kitchen.

"Sippy!" Logan squealed, giggling like the adorable little he was, and made grabby hands at his caregiver.

Virgil smiled brightly at him and handed the cup over, "Yes, Darling, sippy. Now come on, we have to go" Virgil said, taking Logan's hand.

Logan gasped, "why?!"

"Did you really think I got you all dressed up...for nothing?" Virgil questioned, raising a brow.

Logan just shrugged, popping his sippy cup into his mouth and drinking his grape juice, before deciding he wanted to throw a tantrum, "daddy I don't wanna go!" He shouted, stomping his foot with tears in his eyes.

Virgil sighed, exasperated. It was so weird seeing Logan like this. Stoic, serious, always speaking his mind Logan becoming silly and bratty. It was hard for Virgil to stop the sarcasm and constant eye-rolling, but they've had this routine for a while, and it was getting easier to fall into the caregiver role when Logan slipped into littlespace.

That didn't mean he was perfect at it though.

He let out a sigh, plastering a large, fake smile across his face, "Logan, sweetie. Baby boy, We have to go."

"Oh. Okay!" Logan smiled brightly, his pout magically disappearing as he ran outside.

Virgil stared in shock and confusion as Logan hopped into the car, "really? What, that was all it took?"

Logan giggled quietly, pointing up to the sky, "daddy look! It's a Nimbostratus cloud!"

"...Yeah, no i'm pretty sure you just made that word up" Virgil said as he buckled his little into the passenger seat and got himself into the driver's seat.

"No, daddy! It's a type of cloud!" Logan cried, "Nimbostratus clouds are mid-level, and often accompanied by continuous moderate rain or snow! They appear to cover most of the sky" he explained.

Virgil stared at Logan in shock, because even as a little he was smarter than Virgil could ever even dream to be, "that was a lot of words" he commented, "uh, i'm just going to go ahead and believe you, because that sounded convincing. And like something I failed on a fifth grade science test."

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Virgil sighed deeply when he heard tiny sniffles coming from beside him. He had no idea what was wrong with Logan, but obviously he was distressed.

He glanced over to see that he had his knees up to his chest and was shaking. Well...that certainly wasn't a good sign. He was kind of starting to panic, because initially he just thought Logan was seeking attention, but it looked more serious now.

"Logan? Baby, why are you crying?" Virgil asked gently.

Logan tensed up, and stopped breathing. Stopped making any noise. Amongst the silence, Virgil heard a sharp hissing noise and turned to his little when they got to a stop sign.

"I—I can't hold it anymore daddy!" Logan wailed, covering his face with his hands.

"What—" Virgil began, before he noticed that Logan's crotch was rapidly darkening, glistening with beads of piss as he tried to hold his stream back.

Oh.

Oh.

Damn it, Virgil knew he forgot something! Amongst all the running around, he never once asked if Logan had to use the bathroom. That was on him. You always make sure your little has been to the bathroom before leaving the house, especially if they haven't went since before bedtime the night prior.

"Oh, baby i'm so sorry—don't cry, this is daddy's fault! I was rushing you around all morning, it's alright. I'm not angry at you" Virgil cooed, trying to make Logan feel better, "baby, why didn't you tell me you had to go? I would have stopped."

"I wanted to wait until we got there..." Logan sniffled, "like a big boy!"

"...Logan, doesn't trying to be a big boy defeat the purpose of little space?" Virgil deadpanned.

Logan sniffled, wiping his eyes, "oh yeah...i'm really sorry, daddy, I thought I could hold it."

"Oh, it's alright. Come on, we're not too far from home. I can get you changed and cleaned up, and maybe then we can watch some of those science documentaries you like?" Virgil questioned.

"Silly daddy, the science documentaries are boring, I only like them cause of the pictures!" Logan squealed.

"Oh yes. Of course, I should have known" he deadpanned.

"But wait, daddy what about your plans?" Logan questioned.

Virgil smiled gently at his little, "oh, I can go shopping tomorrow, don't worry about it. We can just order takeout tonight."

And Virgil thought that Logan's little car accident was a one time thing. Something that happened because of a careless mistake on his part.

Apparently, it wasn't.

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Virgil thought he was going insane.

It didn't matter if Virgil brought Logan to the bathroom, or how many times he reminded Logan that if he needed to use the bathroom, Virgil would stop for him.

It didn't matter, because every single tome they went anywhere, without fail, Logan would wet himself in the car.

Virgil found this very strange, obviously, because it was only ever in the car. He wouldn't wet himself at the store or at home, or even at the park. Most likely because he got it all out while they were in the car—but still, it was weird, and as much as he assured Logan that it was okay and he wasn't annoyed, he kind of sort of was growing tired of it.

It was just such a stupid thing to have happen over and over and over again! The accidents could be avoided so easily, if Logan would just tell him that he had to pee!

Virgil watched Logan from the corner of his eye. They were in the car, on their way to the store. They had to pick out a baby shower present for his cousin, and Logan was very adamant of joining to look at all the baby clothes and toys.

The little didn't seem like he had to use the bathroom, and he had went before he left the house. So Virgil began paying less attention to Logan and more attention to getting to the store.

Virgil almost started sobbing with relief when they arrived to the store and Logan hadn't wet himself, "thank god" he whispered, putting his forehead against the steering wheel, thinking that Logan had grown out of the peeing in the car phase, "let's go."

Logan unbuckled his seat belt and exited the car, meeting halfway across with Virgil, who took his hand and made his way to a rack of carts.

"I know you get excited looking at baby stuff, but don't wander off" Virgil told him, "okay?"

Logan nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, daddy! I already know the rules!" He snapped sassily, crossing his arms and pouting, "let's just go, slow poke!"

Virgil scoffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes, "of course, how silly of me to think that you'd forget? Come on, let's go get this present."

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Based on all of Logan's past experiences with being a little and needing to use the bathroom, he really, really should have been more aware of his body's needs.

But how was he supposed to listen to himself when there were so many toys?! So many plushies?!?! So many actual, real baby onesies that were so stinking cute that he just wished he could fit into?!

It was safe to say that he spent a long time in the baby and toddlers area, squirming around and bouncing on his toes(and not just from the excitement) before they finally picked out a present and Virgil had to drag him out to go and pay.

To be fair though, Virgil also knew about Logan's long history of car accidents. Heck, he was the one who had to clean the messes. So Logan partially put the blame on his caregiver as well for not bringing him potty before they got back to the car.

And there they were—ten minutes into the drive home. Thinks were starting to quiet down, and they were beginning to relax a little bit from their long day.

"Daddy..." Logan whispered, his voice filled with tears.

Virgil glanced over, already knowing the problem. He sighed harshly, "again?"

And that was very obviously the wrong thing to say, because Logan burst into tears immediately, and Virgil felt instant regret , "daddy, i'm so sorry! I just got really excited at the baby stuff and then when I realized I had to pee I got distracted again! And—and it was too late! I'm sorry!"

Virgil let out a softer sigh, offering a hand to his little, "no, no—it's okay. Daddy should've thought about it. Baby, i'm so sorry if I seemed mean a few seconds ago, it's just a little stressful. You understand, right? Kind of like when your notebook pages get stuck because of glue and you can't undo it without ripping it all up?"

Logan sniffled and nodded, "yeah...that makes me really angry."

Virgil gave him a smile, "well, that was kind of like what I was feeling. Except i'm not really angry at you, I just—it's becoming really frequent and i'm getting worried about you. If this continues, we might have to bring you to the doctor to make sure you're alright."

Logan gasped, "no! No doctors!"

Virgil gave him a small smile, "I know you hate them, but it'll be necessary if these accidents don't stop!"

"They will! They will, I promise, daddy!" Logan cried.

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The accidents did not, in fact stop. And Virgil was getting tired. So tired, in fact, that he made a suggestion that Logan wasn't quite happy with.

"No!" The little cried indignantly, pushing his daddy away, "no, no no!"

"Come on, Logan! You obviously need them! Only in the car, I swear!" Virgil explained.

"No diapers!" Logan screamed, stomping his foot and falling to his stomach, kicking and screaming, "no diapers no diapers no diapers!" He wailed.

"Logan! This behavior is unacceptable, you aren't even giving me a chance to explain myself!" Virgil shouted over his little's screaming.

"No! No explain!" Logan yelled, glaring at his daddy and smacking the diapers out of his hand, crossing his arms stubbornly.

Virgil's eyes widened before they settled into a glare, "Logan!" He yelled.

Logan froze. Uh oh. He was really in trouble now—his daddy had never sounded so angry with him before.

In one last futile attempt to get his point across, Logan fell to the ground and started kicking and crying, "I don't want them!" He sobbed, stammering over his words, "I don't, I don't, I don't!"

Before Virgil knew what was happening, a large, dark puddle if urine  was soaking into his little's pants and forming underneath his writhing body.

"Logan!" Virgil shouted in shock, "see?! This is exactly why we need them, look what you've done!" He took in a deep, calming breath, "baby. Blue bird, Lo" he said more calmly as Logan stopped his tantrum in favor of just crying as his puddle grew larger.

"W-what?!" Logan snapped, reaching his hands up to wipe his eyes underneath his glasses.

"Sweetie, I promise you, that if these diapers don't work out for you, if you really, truly don't like them, or if they make you uncomfy in any way—we will find another solution" Virgil assured gently, slowly drawing nearer as Logan calmed some, "but hon, we have to do something. We can't go on like this, these accidents are too frequent. We need easier clean ups."

Logan sniffled, burying himself into his daddy's arms, "O—okay...i'm sorry..." he hiccuped.

"Shhh...shhh, it's okay, Lo. All I ask of you is that you try them out, alright?" Virgil asked. He received a small nod in his chest, "i'm sorry for snapping earlier."

"W—were you stressed again?" Logan whispered.

"Yes. You were screaming and I couldn't calm you down" Virgil said, his heart breaking, "I don't know how well I handled it. But...i'm trying, baby."

Logan nodded again, "I love you daddy. I think i'm ready to try a diaper now."

Virgil pulled away slightly and smiled, "how about we get cleaned up first, huh? You're pretty wet right now."

Logan giggled, "yeah—I am!"

"Bath time~" Virgil sung, "how about some bubbles?" He gasped dramatically, "and—rubber duckies!"

Logan's eyes lit up, "yes! Yes yes yes!"

"Then let's not keep bath time waiting!" Virgil cried.

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Much to Virgil's pleasure, Logan actually ended up enjoying the diapers. He thanked every god he could think of, dishonoring his long line of christian family members with gods they've never even heard of, and he was even pretty sure that he made a few up in the process, but hey he really didn't expect the whole diaper thing to work out.

It even got to the point where Logan wanted to go places just so he could wear a diaper in the car! Once he got the diaper on, he would drink loads of liquids and hold for hours until they drove home and he eventually wet in it. Logan loved getting all wiped up by his daddy.

All in all, things turned out pretty great  for the both of them.

A/n: Idk if I captured the prompt very well

Cut me some slack tho I wrote half of this like a week ago and the rest rn its almost 12am I have school tomorrow why am I writing piss at midnight i'm broken lmao

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