Chapter 67: Therapy (Jordan and Tylers pov)

As the car pulled out of the driveway, Jordan leaned back against the couch, arms crossed as he watched Tyler finish the last of his bottle. The house was unusually quiet now that Mrs. Faulkner, Miss Harper, and the boys were gone.

Tyler sighed dramatically as he set the empty bottle down on the coffee table. "So, what now? You gonna make me take a nap or something?"

Jordan smirked. "Nah, but if you keep up the attitude, I might just find something for you to do that’s worse."

Tyler rolled his eyes. "Like what?"

Jordan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I dunno yet. Maybe folding laundry? Scrubbing the bathroom floor with a toothbrush?"

Tyler groaned and slumped further into the couch. "This sucks."

"Maybe if you actually listened, it wouldn’t suck so much," Jordan shot back. "You act like a brat, you get treated like one. That’s how it works."

Tyler glared at him but said nothing. He knew arguing wouldn’t get him anywhere. Instead, he crossed his arms and huffed.

Jordan shook his head. "Look, dude, I get it. You're mad, but you kinda did this to yourself. Now, since we got a few hours to kill, how about we find something to do that won’t get you in more trouble?"

Tyler hesitated before muttering, "Like what?"

Jordan shrugged. "We could watch a movie, play some video games, or—if you’re feeling real brave—you could help me clean up a bit."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Why would I wanna clean?"

Jordan laughed. "Hey, just throwing out options. You get to pick."

Tyler thought for a moment before sighing. "Fine. Let’s play something. But I get to pick the game."

Jordan smirked. "Fair enough. But if you lose, you owe me a favor."

Tyler narrowed his eyes. "What kind of favor?"

Jordan grinned. "I dunno yet, but you’ll find out when the time comes."

Tyler groaned but grabbed the controller anyway. "Whatever. Just don’t cry when I beat you."

Jordan chuckled, shaking his head as the game started. "We’ll see about that."

They played one-on-one for a while, the competition growing fierce. Tyler was doing his best to keep up, but Jordan had more experience and quickly pulled ahead in the game. Tyler grumbled every time he lost a round, but he wasn’t about to give up.

Then, just as they were playing, Tyler suddenly tensed up. His stomach let out a low gurgle, and he shifted uncomfortably. The special juice was starting to take effect, and he could feel the inevitable happening. Trying to play it cool, he cleared his throat. "Hey, Jordan… can I get the key to the bathroom?"

Jordan didn’t even look away from the screen. "Nice try. Not happening."

Tyler’s face fell. "Come on, man. Please?"

Jordan finally glanced over at him, smirking. "You really think I’m that dumb? You knew this was coming."

Tyler’s stomach twisted again, and despite his best efforts, there was nothing he could do. His expression turned to one of complete defeat as he felt it happen. He slumped back against the couch, crossing his arms with a pout.

Jordan raised an eyebrow. "Well, that’s unfortunate. But hey, at least now you don’t have to pause the game."

Tyler shot him a glare, clearly not amused. "You suck."

Jordan just chuckled, focusing back on the screen as he won the final match. "And that’s game. Looks like you owe me a favor, bud."

Tyler groaned, sinking deeper into the couch. Today was going to be a long day.

Over the next hour, Tyler found himself in the same predicament multiple times, each more humiliating than the last. The special juice had done its job well, leaving him squirming and miserable. Jordan, however, seemed to enjoy his suffering just a little too much, smirking every time Tyler shifted uncomfortably.

Finally, Jordan stretched and set his controller down. "Alright, I think it’s time to cash in that favor."

Tyler groaned. "Do I even wanna know?"

Jordan grinned. "Oh, you’re gonna love this. First things first, let’s get you changed, because man, you smell worse than before. Then, you’re gonna do something for me."

Tyler buried his face in his hands. "You’re the worst."

Jordan laughed, standing up. "Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s get this over with."

Reluctantly, Tyler got up, knowing he had no choice. Jordan led the way, already plotting exactly how he’d make Tyler pay up on his favor.

After getting Tyler changed, Jordan handed him a coloring book and a pack of crayons. Tyler looked at him in disbelief. "You’re joking, right?"

Jordan smirked. "Nope. You’re gonna sit there and color like a good little boy until I say you’re done. And if you don’t, well… I’ve got some other ideas that you probably won’t like."

Tyler scowled, gripping the coloring book. "This is so stupid."

Jordan shrugged. "Hey, a deal’s a deal. You lost, so now you do what I say."

Tyler huffed and sat down at the table, flipping open the book. The pages were filled with cutesy animals, rainbows, and babyish designs. He groaned as he picked up a crayon, reluctantly dragging it across the page.

Jordan sat back, arms crossed with a smug look. "Looking good, bud. Maybe I’ll even hang it on the fridge when you’re done."

Tyler muttered under his breath but kept coloring, knowing he had no way out of it. Jordan sat back with satisfaction, watching as Tyler grudgingly filled in the pages, his humiliation complete. Today was turning out to be a great day after all—at least for Jordan.

Tyler sets down his crayons and crosses his arms and says ok im done... Jordan gets up and looks at the coloring... he says great job little man and hangs it on the fridge. Jordan then looks at the time and sats oh boy lunch time with a smirk on his face... Tyler says oh no

Jordan chuckled at Tyler’s reaction, his smirk widening. “Oh yes,” he teased. “Lunch time. And I think I know just what to make for you.”

Tyler groaned, already dreading what was coming. “Come on, man. Can’t I just have a sandwich or something normal?”

Jordan shook his head as he headed to the kitchen. “Nope.

Tyler watched as Jordan rummaged through the fridge, pulling out a jar of baby food and a bottle of milk. His stomach dropped. “Dude, seriously?”

Jordan turned around, grinning. “Oh yeah. You wanna act like a baby, you get the full experience.”

Tyler slumped in his seat, regretting every decision that led to this moment. “This is so unfair.”

Jordan grabbed a spoon and sat down across from him, opening the jar with a satisfying pop. “Alright, open up, little man.”

Tyler scowled. “I can feed myself.”

Jordan shook his head. “Nah, I think I better do it. Just to make sure you finish every bite.”

Tyler huffed but knew there was no way out of it. Begrudgingly, he opened his mouth as Jordan scooped up a spoonful of mush and fed it to him. The taste made him gag, and he scrunched up his nose in disgust. “This is nasty!”

Jordan laughed. “Hey, that’s what you get for making front of jake and alex!

Tyler groaned but kept eating, knowing he had no other choice. Jordan was enjoying this way too much. And the worst part? He wasn’t even sure what else Jordan had in store for him before the others got home.

As Jordan brought the next spoonful of mushy baby food toward Tyler’s mouth, Tyler snapped, having had enough. Without thinking, he lunged forward and tried to bite Jordan’s hand.

Jordan yanked his hand back just in time, eyes widening in shock before narrowing in irritation. “Oh, you really wanna play that game, huh?” he said, setting the spoon down and crossing his arms.

Tyler glared at him, lips pressed into a firm line. “I’m not eating anymore of that crap.”

Jordan exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “Alright, that’s it.” He stood up, grabbing Tyler by the arm and pulling him out of his chair. “You wanna act like a wild animal? Then you can sit in time-out until you calm down.”

Tyler struggled against his grip. “Let me go!”

Jordan, unfazed, dragged him over to the corner of the room and set him down on the floor. “You stay right there until you’re ready to behave.”

Tyler crossed his arms, scowling at the wall. “This is so stupid.”

Jordan smirked, leaning against the counter. “Well, maybe next time you’ll think twice before trying to bite the hand that feeds you—literally.”

Tyler huffed but said nothing. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this anytime soon.

20 minutes go by Tyler still in the corner Jordan asks him had enough yet.

Tyler huffed, still sitting in the corner with his arms crossed, refusing to answer.

Jordan smirked. “C’mon, dude. Twenty minutes is a long time to be pouting. Had enough yet?”

Tyler shot him a glare but remained silent.

Jordan sighed dramatically. “Alright, guess you need more time, then.” He turned away, pretending to be uninterested.

Tyler shifted uncomfortably. His stomach growled, and he could still smell the food Jordan had left on the table. He was hungry, but his pride wouldn’t let him give in so easily.

A few more minutes passed before he finally grumbled under his breath, “Fine.”

Jordan turned back, raising an eyebrow. “What was that?”

Tyler sighed louder. “Fine. I’ve had enough.”

Jordan grinned. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Tyler muttered something inaudible but stood up anyway.

Jordan patted the chair. “Alright, back to lunch. And no more trying to bite me, got it?”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

Jordan smirked as he sat back down. “Good. Now, open up, little man.”

Tyler groaned, but with his stomach growling, he reluctantly let Jordan continue feeding him.

After lunch Tyler had to go to the bathroom again knowing it didn't work last time he just went in his diaper... peeing in it making it expand and turn yellow.

Jordan noticed Tyler shifting uncomfortably in his chair, his face turning slightly red. He smirked, knowing exactly what was happening.

“Uh-oh, looks like someone just had a little accident,” Jordan teased.

Tyler glared at him but didn’t say anything. He knew asking for the bathroom was pointless, so he had just let it happen. Now, his diaper was swollen and warm, pressing against him uncomfortably.

Jordan leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Well, since you decided to go ahead and use it, I guess it’s time for another change, huh?”

Tyler groaned. “Do we have to?”

Jordan chuckled. “Unless you wanna sit in that all day, yeah, we do.”

Tyler huffed but stood up, feeling the damp weight between his legs. Jordan stood too, patting his shoulder. “Come on, little man, let’s get you all freshened up.”

Reluctantly, Tyler followed, knowing he had no choice.

After jordan changes tyler Jordan says ok new onesie time

Tyler groaned, crossing his arms. “Do I have to wear a onesie?”

Jordan smirked. “Yup. Rules are rules, little man. Now, do you wanna pick, or should I?”

Tyler sighed, knowing there was no way out of it. “Fine... I’ll pick.”

Jordan stepped aside and gestured toward the dresser. “Go ahead, then.”

Tyler shuffled over, opening the drawer and hesitating before finally pulling out a navy blue onesie with little white stars on it.

Jordan grinned. “Good choice. Now let’s get you dressed.”

Tyler muttered under his breath as Jordan helped him into the onesie, snapping it securely in place. Jordan took a step back and gave an approving nod. “There we go! Now you’re all set.”

Tyler rolled his eyes, but Jordan just chuckled. “Alright, now that you’re all comfy, what should we do next? We’ve still got some time before everyone gets back.”

They go and sit on the couch Tyler reaches for his phone on the coffee table but jordan snatches it and babies don't have phones... Tyler getting fed up says dude give me my phone... Jordan says nope... Tyler hits him.... Jordan now mad says you like hitting ok

Tyler's eyes widened the moment he realized what he had done, but it was too late. Jordan, now visibly annoyed, grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him over his knee without hesitation.

"You wanna act like a brat? Then you get treated like one," Jordan said firmly, bringing his hand down with a loud smack!

Tyler yelped, kicking his legs. "Dude, stop!"

Jordan ignored him, delivering several more firm spanks. "You don’t get to hit people when you don’t get your way, got it?" Smack! "Maybe this’ll teach you some respect."

Tyler squirmed, his face turning red both from embarrassment and the sting of the punishment. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry!”

Jordan landed one final swat before letting him up. "Good. Now, if you try that again, you’ll be spending even more time in that corner. Understand?"

Tyler rubbed his sore backside, scowling but nodding. "Yeah… I get it."

Jordan crossed his arms. "Good. Now sit down, and maybe—maybe—if you behave, we can do something fun while we wait for the others."

Tyler grumbled under his breath but obeyed, plopping down on the couch, still fuming but knowing better than to push his luck any further.

Jordan, now satisfied that Tyler had learned his lesson, leaned back against the couch. "Alright, no more whining or hitting. Got it?"

Tyler just crossed his arms and huffed but gave a small nod.

"Good," Jordan said, standing up and stretching. "The others should be back in about thirty minutes. How about we play a board game to pass the time?"

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "A board game? Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously," Jordan said, smirking. "Unless you wanna sit there and pout like a toddler until they get back?"

Tyler rolled his eyes but knew he didn’t have many options. "Fine. What game?"

Jordan walked over to the shelf and started scanning their options. "Let’s see… Monopoly takes too long. Clue is fun, but I’m not sure you’d keep up—"

"Ha-ha," Tyler said sarcastically.

Jordan ignored him and pulled out Candy Land, wiggling the box in front of him with a smirk. "How about this one, little man?"

Tyler groaned. "Come on, man! Something normal."

Jordan chuckled and put it back. "Alright, alright. How about Sorry! or Life?"

Tyler shrugged. "Life, I guess."

"Good choice," Jordan said, grabbing the box and setting it up on the coffee table. "Let’s see if you can actually win at something today."

Tyler rolled his eyes again, but as Jordan set up the board, he felt a small sense of relief. At least it was better than another round of embarrassing punishments.

The two boys settled into the game, Jordan choosing the college route while Tyler opted for the straight-to-work path.

"Ah, smart choice, skipping college," Jordan teased. "Guess you’re afraid of a little extra work."

Tyler smirked. "Nah, I just wanna start making money right away. I’ll be rich while you’re drowning in student debt."

Jordan laughed. "We’ll see about that."

They played on, taking turns spinning the wheel and moving their pieces. Jordan racked up some debt early on but soon started making solid career choices, while Tyler got a few lucky paydays that put him ahead financially.

About halfway through the game, Tyler landed on the “Get Married” space. Jordan smirked. "Aww, congrats, buddy. Should I get you a baby bottle to celebrate?"

"Shut up," Tyler muttered, reluctantly adding the tiny pink peg to his car.

Jordan chuckled as he continued playing, slowly catching up in money despite his college debt. The game stayed competitive, both boys focused as they made their way through the milestones of life.

As they neared the end, Jordan spun the wheel and grinned. "And that, my friend, puts me in Millionaire Estates."

Tyler groaned as he landed in the less prestigious Countryside Acres, realizing Jordan had won.

Jordan leaned back, arms behind his head. "And that, little man, is why education pays off."

Tyler rolled his eyes but smirked. "Yeah, yeah. I’ll get you next time."

Jordan checked the time. "Looks like we killed just enough time. The others should be back soon."

Tyler stretched and yawned. "Good. I’m starving."

Jordan grinned. "Hope you’re in the mood for whatever Mrs. Faulkner decides. You know you don’t get a choice."

Tyler groaned. "Don’t remind me."

Jordan just laughed, satisfied that the afternoon had gone just as he planned.

Tyler’s face paled as he heard the car doors open outside. He turned to Jordan, desperation in his eyes. “Please, man, don’t tell on me. I’ll do anything.”

Jordan crossed his arms, shaking his head. “Sorry, bud, I have to. Actions have consequences, remember?”

Tyler groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You suck.”

Jordan smirked. “Hey, maybe next time you won’t try to bite me, hit me, or fight every little thing.”

The front door opened, and in walked Mrs. Faulkner, Miss Harper, Alex, and Jake. The boys were still holding their cups of ice cream, looking cheerful. Mrs. Faulkner, however, immediately narrowed her eyes at the guilty look on Tyler’s face.

“What happened?” she asked, setting her purse down.

Jordan stood up, arms crossed. “Well, let’s see. He tried to bite me, threw a tantrum, hit me, and had to spend some time in the corner.”

Mrs. Faulkner’s gaze hardened. “Is that so?” She turned to Tyler, who looked at the ground, shifting uncomfortably.

Miss Harper sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Tyler, you just can’t help yourself, can you?”

Tyler swallowed hard. “I-I was just mad…”

Mrs. Faulkner crossed her arms. “And what do we say about handling anger, young man?”

Tyler muttered under his breath, barely audible.

Mrs. Faulkner raised an eyebrow. “Louder.”

“Use my words and not my hands…” Tyler said reluctantly.

Mrs. Faulkner nodded. “That’s right. And since you clearly didn’t follow that rule, I think you already know what’s coming next.”

Tyler gulped. “B-But—”

“No buts,” she said firmly. “Go to your room. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

Tyler glanced at Jordan, who simply shrugged as if to say told you so. Defeated, Tyler turned and shuffled upstairs.

As soon as he was gone, Miss Harper turned to Jordan. “Thank you for handling things while we were out.”

Jordan smirked. “No problem. He made it way too easy.”

Alex and Jake giggled, still enjoying their ice cream.

Mrs. Faulkner sighed. “Well, I suppose I better go deal with him.” She started toward the stairs, shaking her head.

Jordan flopped back onto the couch, stretching. “Man, what a day.”

Miss Harper chuckled. “And it’s not even over yet.”

After the boys finished their ice cream, Jordan grabbed a pack of baby wipes from the counter. “Alright, you two, let’s get cleaned up,” he said, pulling out a couple of wipes.

Jake giggled as Jordan gently wiped his mouth and hands. “That tickles!”

Alex squirmed slightly but let Jordan clean him up as well. “Thanks,” he mumbled, still savoring the last bit of chocolate lingering on his tongue.

Jordan smirked. “No problem, little dudes.” He balled up the used wipes and tossed them into the trash before gathering the empty ice cream cups and tossing them as well.

As Jordan wiped Jake and Alex’s mouths, the sound of Tyler’s wailing echoed through the house, accompanied by the sharp, unmistakable smacks of Mrs. Faulkner’s hand meeting his bare bottom. Each swat was punctuated by her firm, scolding voice.

“I have had enough of your attitude, young man!” SMACK! “Hitting Jordan? Trying to bite him?” SMACK! “You will learn to behave!” SMACK!

Tyler’s sobs grew louder as he blubbered out apologies between gasps. “I—I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

Jordan exchanged a glance with Miss Harper, who simply shook her head, sipping her coffee as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Jake and Alex, meanwhile, sat wide-eyed, kicking their legs nervously.

Jordan dusted off his hands. “Well,” he muttered, “guess he’s learning the hard way.”

Jake swallowed. “He’s in big trouble.”

Alex nodded quickly. “Bigger than big.”

Miss Harper sighed. “Maybe this time, it’ll stick.”

Another loud SMACK! rang out, followed by Tyler’s broken sobs. Jordan shook his head with a smirk and turned back to the boys.

Jake and Alex eagerly turned their attention to the TV, clearly not wanting to be the next in line for trouble.

Jake and Alex both looked up at Jordan, their wide eyes still filled with nervousness. Jordan knelt down in front of them and ruffled their hair reassuringly.

"Don't worry, you two," he said in a calm voice. "You’ll never be getting Tyler’s treatment. He was very bad today, and he’s getting what he deserves. But you two? You're good boys. You listen, you behave, and you don’t cause trouble like he does."

Alex bit his lip. "So... we’re not in trouble?"

Jordan smiled. "Nope. Not at all. In fact, you guys did awesome today. You ate your ice cream, played nicely, and even sat through therapy like champs."

Jake let out a breath of relief and leaned against Jordan. "Okay… I was kinda scared for a second."

Jordan chuckled. "Nah, you don’t have to be. Now, let’s pick a movie, yeah?"

Something fun while we relax.”

Jake’s eyes lit up. “Can we watch a superhero movie?”

Alex nodded eagerly. “Yeah! Like the one with the big green guy!”

The boys eagerly nodded, turning back to the TV. Meanwhile, the sounds of Tyler's punishment continued in the background, but Jordan kept the boys' focus on the screen, making sure they didn’t have to dwell on what was happening upstairs.

Mrs. Faulkner soon came back downstairs after dealing with Tyler. She sighed, rubbing her temples. “Alright, I think I need a coffee after that.”

Miss Harper chuckled. “Rough?”

Mrs. Faulkner shook her head. “You have no idea.”

Jordan smirked. “Oh, I think I do.”

Jordan says we are about to watch a movie if you'd like to join us.

Mrs. Faulkner smiled. “That sounds like a great idea. Pick something while I grab my coffee.”

With that, Jordan grabbed the remote and started flipping through the options, settling in for what he hoped would be a peaceful rest of the afternoon.

Jordan smiled "Iron Man? Solid choice, boys."

Alex and Jake grinned as they snuggled up on the couch, getting comfortable while Jordan started the movie. The familiar Marvel intro played, and soon the living room was filled with the sounds of action and adventure.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Tyler's cries had quieted down, and the house was settling back into a more peaceful atmosphere. Jordan glanced at the staircase for a brief moment but quickly turned his attention back to the boys.

"You guys comfy?" he asked.

Jake nodded, munching on a few leftover crackers. "Yeah!"

Alex yawned, already getting cozy under a blanket. "This is way better than therapy."

Jordan chuckled. "Yeah, well, enjoy it while you can. No more worries for the rest of the night, alright?"

The boys nodded, their eyes glued to the screen as Iron Man took flight. Jordan leaned back with a satisfied smile—at least for now, things were calm.