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Hey guys, I know it's been over a mon since I've last updated, and I possibly broke a promise with saying I'd update in 2 weeks if I got 30 comments, and I'm sorry about that. I've had a lot on my plate recently, from coursework, exams, changing jobs and my general mental health, it's been pretty hectic.

But Christmas is approaching and therefore, winter break is just around the corner. During this time, I will have this finished and book 2 will be published very very shortly. Christmas is in like 4 fucking days and I'm not even in the Christmas mood wtf is wrong me with.

For now, let's get this book finished, shall we? And what's better than some little Brendon (;

Waking up to the sound of giggling, no matter what time of day that is it, is never a good sign when you're a Daddy and you have a little living in your house. It's as bad as quietness, when you're cooking food in the kitchen and one second there's chattering from the living room and the next there's a dead silence, only to find out that you know how have a mural of a purple dog in the hand of 3 year old on your freshly painted walls.

Giggling is just as bad, because giggling can mean anything from straight up torture to destruction that honestly, Dallon wouldn't be surprised to wake up to. Brendon is so boisterous, snarky, sassy, up to do anything as long as he gains the attention that he wants. It wouldn't be the first time for Dallon to wake up to a flooded bathroom or a broken vase all because Brendon was craving the need for a cry and a cuddle.

But, dallon can't deny the fact that Brendon's laugh is Dallons favourite sound in the world. And it's not just the laugh, but the way his whole face seems to laugh with him, mouth open, lips turned up, cheeks lifted and the corner of his eyes crinkling and it's just so beautiful for it all to unfold before his eyes. He's never seen anyone to laugh so beautifully as Brendon, he's never seen anymore as beautiful as Brendon.

"What are you doing?"Half of Dallons face is still pressed into the cold side of his pillow, without a blanket covering him because Brendon is a blanket hog and dallon has just learned to deal with the coldness that is not having a blanket to sleep with at night.

"Daddy shhhh!"Brendon is bouncing on the bed, cladded in just his boxers and nothing more, the thick bed covers that had once been wrapped tightly around the hybrid now pooled at his waist, fully exposed. There was nothing to really expose in the first place, Dallon has seen Brendon naked more times than he can count and just for the little to be wearing at least boxers, seems to be some type of godly blessing.

"Brendon-?"Dallon grumbles in confusion, sitting up onto his elbow and prying his eyes open, stuck together with sleep and tempted to close again. It can't be that late into the day and Dallon wouldn't be surprised if it happened to be close to 9 in the morning seeing as Brendon has a habit of waking up early no matter how long he has had to sleep.

"Daddy, go back to sleep! I'm trying to watch!"Brendon's voice comes out high when annoyed, hands batting in his Daddy's direction to try and shut the man up, followed by a strung out shhhhhhh! sound when Dallon goes to open his mouth to speak.

The bedroom television has been switched onto one of the music channels, a throwback hour and it takes a couple of moments for Dallon to recognise the music video, bad hair, bad style and garage band style production and he can practically feel his entire body cringe. Not only does the video quality look so bad but Dallon himself looks so fucking bad and he can't believe that MTV dug this disastrous video up out of its grave.

"Get it off now!"

"Noo! Daddy don't turn it off!"Brendon jumps to try a grab the television remote off of his Daddy, landing on top of the man just as the television is switched off and the remote is chucked across the room."Why did you do that?"

"Because I don't want you to see that."Dallon stresses because as much as he should be proud of his The Brobecks moments, because it is after all what got him so noticeable in the first place, he can't deny the fact that those moments were very very cringy. It's like looking back on old Facebook or MySpace posts and photographs from your 2007 emu years and every single fibre in your body just flares up in cringe.

"I was enjoying it, I like seeing you sing. You looked happy!"Brendon argues, his lips turned down into a frown and kitten ears pressed into his hair.

"Who needs to look at old me when you can look at current me?"Dallon tries a completely different approach instead, hooking his arms around the hybrid that's plastered on top of him and rolling them over so that Brendon is trapped below him and Dallon is hovering above, earning a sound of surprise from the little.

"You've aged terribly."

"I look the same."Dallon rolls his eyes at the hybrids bluntness because not much has changed of Dallons appearance, of his life, yes, a massive change but in retrospect he still looks the same. Not like he's tooting his own horn of anything but Dallon would like to say that he's aged the best, especially when seeing the likes of his old High School classmates.

"You have wrinkles now."Brendon makes a show by tracing his index finger across one of Dallons so called 'wrinkles' giggling into himself whenever Dallon scowls at the little, an action that only makes Brendon laugher harder and poke at the corner of his frowned lips.

"I didn't until I met you."The daddy comments, making an over-dramatic eating sound as he pretends to go and eat Brendon's wondering finger, making the little squeal.

"Daddy no! Don't eat me!"Brendon only gets louder when Dallon 'eats' the rest of Brendon's hand, down his arm and reaches the area just between his neck and jaw.

"But you taste so nice!"Dallon successfully makes nom nom sounds as he mouths at all of Brendon's ticklish spots at his neck, jaw and under his chin which makes the little squirm and squeal in hysterics."Like pancakes and chocolate!"

"Daddy stop! Please!"

"Well only because you used your manners,"There's a grin plastered onto Dallons face, bright and almost cheeky as he looks down at the little beneath him, all red faced and out of breath from all of his loud laughing and squirming to get away from Dallons tickling."And because I'm getting hungry and I know that you are too."

"How did you know that?"The little gasps, his kitten ears twitching in his hair and mouth fallen open just as his stomach does this weird gurgle and grumble.

"Because you're always hungry."Dallon can't help but to chuckle, pecking Brendon sweetly on the lips before rolling off of the hybrid and out of bed, grabbing two hoodies that lay on the floor from the day before. He pulls one on to his own frame before he's helping he squirming hybrid into another, thankful that it's actually one of Dallons because Dallon didn't want to handle a temper tantrum this early in the morning about what hoodie that Brendon was wearing.

"We'll have a small breakfast, watch some cartoons and then we'll get ready for the day. Ryan is coming over for lunch and you can help me with some chores this afternoon."Because Brendon might be in his little space ( whether that was intentional or not is up for debate ) but Dallon has not forgotten Brendon's punishment for this attitude last night.

"But Daddy, that's boring! I want to colour!"

"The more help you give me, the quicker we'll finish and the longer we'll be able to colour."Dallon knows that Brendon is more a hindrance than a help when it comes to chores, even when he's not in little space, but a punishment is a punishment.

In a way, Dallon is guilty glad that Brendon had fallen into little space by the morning, mostly for the fact that he knew that the grudge that Brendon would hold against him would've still been large and as a little, as much as Brendon is moody and huffy, he doesn't hold grudges or have the best of memories. For now, little Brendon is his sweet baby, later that's a different story for later Dallon to handle.

"Take your sippy and I'll meet you in the living room for morning cartoons."Without hesitation, Brendon is giddily taking his sippy of milk from the kitchen counter before running into the living room, kitten tail swaying behind him and hoodie rode up and stuck in the back of his boxers which makes Dallon laugh in to himself.

Brendon has made himself comfortable on his usual spot on the sofa, television remote in his hand and their usual morning cartoons on the television. Dallon loves this, their routine of eating breakfast while watching cartoons or a film before bed or a picnic lunch out in the backyard if the weather is nice.

"What are we watching?"Dallon asks as he sis down on the sofa beside Brendon, haven handed over Brendon's bowl of cereal to the little and a mug of coffee cradled in his own hands.if they're going to have a big lunch later, there's no point in a breakfast now.

"'Toons."

"What type of cartoons?"The Daddy continues to ask, watching as Brendon groans and sends him a glare over his shoulder, mouth full of chocolate flavoured cereal as he annoyingly grumbles.

"Animated ones."

"Just because you have a cute ass, doesn't mean you have to be a smart ass."Dallon playfully pats Brendon's butt before snaking his free arm around the littles waist and pulling him into his side on the sofa.

"But that's boring, Daddy."Brendon mumbles around a mouthful of cereal, eyes still trained on the colourful cartoon that plays on the television, kitten tail curled around Dallons arm.

"You think everything is boring."Dallon deadpans, taking a gulp from his coffee as his eyes flicker from the television to the little that is cosied up next to him on the sofa, squinting at the television as he tries to distinguish himself what the cartoon programme is.

"That's 'cus all you wanna do is boring stuff, Daddy. I jus' wanna watch 'toons and colour but you wanna talk about the weather and do chores. Ew."He scrunches up his nose and shakes his head in a true little sort of manner that seems to have the whole of Dallons body beaming with awe.

"I'm so cruel to you, aren't I?"A laugh escapes his lips at how dramatic that his little always is, voice full of mockery and fondness. Brendon looks so content under his arm, body pressed close and hands cradling his bowl of cereal as if it's a treasure, soft purrs heard every so often whenever Dallon rubs his hands up and down his arm.

"Yep."Brendon makes a show by popping his P. Shaking his head, Dallon already decides to give up on the petty excuse of an argument and let's himself get comfortable into the sofa, bringing his mug of coffee up to his lips and keeping his arm around Brendon as he watches cartoons with his little.

They end up watching cartoons for a good part of an hour before Dallon decides that enough is enough and they're both in need of a good wash and fresh set of underwear. They've gotten better at washing, even with their set backs, but they've gotten to the stage that Dallon can coax Brendon into the shower as long as Dallon himself is also in the shower which is as good as progress as they are ever going to get.

It takes around an hour to get them both washed, with most of that being Dallon coaxing Brendon to get in the shower with him and the other half of Brendon jumping out of the shower because he got scared but luckily enough, Dallon Weekes was blessed with good patience because god knows that he needs it.

"Brendon, put on clothes."

"But I don't want to!"The hybrid looks at the clothes that sit beside him on the bed as if they are withered with the plague, picking up the t-shirt with his thumb and index finger before dropping it back down onto the pile. It's not like he doesn't like clothes, it's just that Brendon prefers not to.

"We have a guest coming over, put on some damn pants."

"It's Ryan! He's seen me naked lots of times!"Brendon protests, bouncing unhappily on the bed as he glares and pouts simultaneously, wrapped up in a towel and his hair a sticky up mess from Dallon rubbing a towel through his hair to dry it off quicker. The man himself is hopping around the bedroom as he tries to tug a pair of jeans up his long legs, noticing the time on his phone.

"Yes, well not this time. Please just put on the clothes, peanut."Dallon sighs, feeling guilty that he's lying to Brendon because as much as there's a Ryan coming over for lunch, it isn't Ryan Ross. Dallon is hoping that by the time that Ryan-not-Ryan comes over, Brendon has been edged out of his little space just a bit more than he is now and the longer he stays without clothes on, the longer he's going to feel little.

Pulling a long sleeved t-shirt on over his head, Dallon is picking up a pair of underwear and holding them out."Go on, get dressed."

"Help?"Brendon pulls out the big brown eyes and pouty bottom lip and Dallon swears that if there was a bat of the eyelashes or grabby hands to accompany, he would've snapped in that moment and helped. But h has a game plan, and he's going to stick with it, as much as he does love Brendon being his little boy.

"You're perfectly capable of dressing yourself. C'mon, then you can help me prepare lunch."

"What are we having?"Brendon asks, pulling on the underwear and dropping the wet towel to the ground which Dallon picks up.

"Food."

"What type of food?"He continues to ask, head tilted in wonder and kitten ears twitching in his hair, skinny jeans half way up his legs and caught at his thighs. It's a pretty adorable sight, especially with how little that Brendon is in the moment and Dallon has to fight away the smile that is threatening to break out on his face.

"Edible one."Dallon smirks, snorting in the exact moment that Brendon's head snaps up to glare at him, a scowl across his features.

"You're not very funny, Daddy."

Hey guys, look who finally fucking updated! I am currently on winter break and I have no homework or coursework and I am so fucking happy with that, and as much as I do have a job now, that means I will be able to update!

Please tell me what you thought of this chapter? I have this chapter, one other and then the epilogue to do and then it will be moving onto book 2!

How do you think Brendon will react in the next chapter to Ryan-Not-Ryan?

Why do you think Brendon doesn't like Ryan that much?

What's your favourite cartoon?

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