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Ashton's point of view:
After putting Luke to bed last night in his adult sized crib, thankfully I think he had passed out by the time he realised what he was laying in, I melted into my own bed, tightly wrapped in my duvet and a soft fleece, secured around my legs.
I was out like a light, the whole day taking its toll on me like it does to any other parent. That's weird, referring to myself as a parent, but I guess I am now.
I was awoken from my blissful sleep by Luke wailing at the top of his lungs. I quickly grabbed a pair of tracksuit bottoms laying on the chair near to my bed, I couldn't go and see my baby naked, after all that would be wrong considering he's now my 'baby boy'.
I stepped out of my room and headed across the hallway, ready to ease my baby's distress. I swiftly walked over to him and cooed at what I saw; Luke in a nappy, wearing a onesie and a dummy slotted in his mouth. I suppose I did change him last night but I was too busy calming my 'baby' down, that I didn't fully admire him in his attire.
After my cooing, Luke went bright red, embarrassment clearly etched on his face. I easily lifted him out of his crib, settling him on my hip, ready to go downstairs and make him a lovely breakfast.
I gingerly stepped down the stairs, not wanting to drop Luke. After the ordeal he went through yesterday, I decided to ease him into his food choices, so I made him some porridge and added a generous amount of maple syrup to it, just to make it even nicer for my little guy.
The next part was even harder, after I had successfully managed to get Luke in his high chair and his straps connected, he sat there and watched me make the food. This was bad enough for him, but then as soon as I sat down in a chair opposite him and said "Open up baby", Luke came to realise that I was about to spoon feed him and started wriggling around horribly, shrieking "No, no, no" repetitively.
I pinned his flailing limbs down, ultimately stopping him from thrashing around further and calmly said to him, "Stop this right now or you will be sat in the naughty corner for 30 minutes, understood?" Luke just groaned and nodded in response, I wasn't being too harsh since it's only his second day of this whole arrangement.
I then proceeded to feed him his food, even making cute train noises which made adorable little giggles escape out of Lukey's mouth.
After that, I placed the bowl and the other cooking equipment up on the kitchen work tops, reminding myself to clean up once I had Luke settled.
I picked Luke up and sat him down on the living room floor, passing some toys which included an array of plastic keys and blocks to him, to play with. He looked so bewildered, I think he expected to play FIFA or Call of Duty on the Xbox or Playstation but no, baby games for my baby.
I zoned out for a while then, staring into space and it was only when Luke managed to climb on to the sofa and sit on my lap, that I came to remember what had happened to the blond haired boy with the quiff and bright blue eyes, in front of me.
He might hate me for what I did but I know that it was the best decision. He looks so happy and carefree and even though he won't admit it, I'm pretty sure he's enjoying just as much as I am.
Let's hope it continues like it is.