#cg!lance

Keith squealed excitedly and wiggled around impatiently in his chair as he saw Hunk walk in with breakfast. “Pancakes!” He cheered, reaching eagerly for the plate that was put down in front of him.

Hunk chuckled at his enthusiasm. “Do you want honey or syrup?” He asked the boy.

“Honey please!”

“Okay. Honey it is!” Hunk said. He picked up the honey and went to pour some over Keith’s pancakes, but the little stopped him.

“Can I?” He asked.

Hunk looked over to the boy’s current caregiver at the question, unsure if that was okay. Shiro smiled and nodded. “Thank you for asking nicely.” He said.

Keith grinned and took the container, then began to drown his pancakes in honey. When he decided there was enough, he put the container on the table and started to eat with his hands.

Shiro cringed at that, but didn’t stop him.

Lance chuckled at the other caregiver’s response. “He needed a bath anyway.”

Shiro sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” He said as he watched Keith smear honey all over himself and his clothes. “Tag team?” He asked with a grimace.

“Yep.”

“Done!” Keith chirped, holding up his empty plate for his caregivers to see.

Lance stood up and went around to the little’s chair, smiling. “Good job buddy!” He cheered as he picked him up, not bothering to try to wipe off some of the honey. He would get just as sticky as the baby regardless.

He left the dining room and headed for Keith’s bedroom alone. Shiro would be following behind him out of sight so as to not give the little hints that he was getting a bath. “Did you go potty?” He asked the boy, keeping him distracted.

“Mn-hm.” Keith hummed.

“Okay. Let’s get you changed.”

Once they arrived at the boy’s bedroom, Lance laid him down on the changing table and helped him out of his sticky clothes. He took his time cleaning the little up, then neglected to put another diaper on him. Instead, he went over to Keith’s closet to pick out new clothes for him. “What do you want to wear buddy?” He asked.

“Red!” The boy yelled happily.

Lance grabbed a red t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, folded them and put them in Keith’s diaper bag. He then slung the bag over his shoulder and picked up the little.

“Huh?” Keith asked, confused.

“It’s okay Keith. We’re gonna go see Daddy.” Lance soothed as he left the room and walked a few feet down the hall to the bathroom. The door was open and inside Shiro had already drawn a bath.

Keith immediately struggled at the sight of the bath. “No!” He cried, trying to wiggle out of Lance’s arms.

Lance held onto him firmly so he couldn’t escape. “Sorry buddy, but it’s bath time.” The teen brought him over to the tub and tried to lower him in, but Keith put his feet down in front of the tub and resisted. Sometimes they forgot how strong he was when he was little.

The caregiver loosened his hold for a second to lift up his legs and Keith took the opportunity to twist free. Before either caregiver could catch him, he was out the door.

“Keith!”

Shiro took off after him in the direction he ran, while Lance went another way to try to intercept. Unfortunately, Keith was too fast to catch up to, so they had to outsmart him. He knew this and giggled while he ran.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long to catch him. Keith took a wrong turn and unknowingly ran right in Lance’s direction. When the little saw him down the hall he stopped and hesitated long enough for Shiro to pick him up.

Keith burst into tears as he was lifted into Shiro’s arms. “No!” He wailed, struggling to be put down.

The man started walking back towards the bathroom. “You need a bath kiddo.” He said calmly. “I know you don’t like it, but the more you cooperate the sooner it’ll be over.”

The little cried all the way back. This time, Lance child-locked the door so he couldn’t slip out again.

Keith didn’t struggle as he was lowered into the bath, knowing it would only prolong his fate. Instead, he cried while the two caregivers washed him.

Lance shushed him. “I know, cranky boy. We’re almost done.”

Shiro lifted him out of the tub as soon as he was clean and sat him in his lap. “All done.” He soothed while he dried the boy off.

Keith sniffled unhappily and glared at him. Shiro cooed, “Still feeling cranky, huh?” He attacked the boy’s face with kisses until he heard him laugh, then pulled away.