little love

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the next morning, when calum woke up, the poor boy could feel the pain radiating from his bum and his hips. it didn't feel too good, and it had his bottom lip trembling against the soft pillow.

"da-daddy," calum whimpers, leaning up to shake ashton awake, "daddy, wa'e up!"

"hmm," ashton groans, rolling over so he's facing calum with his eyes still closed, "yeah?"

"b-bum huwts," calum cries. the little lays back on the bed, and rubs his eyes harshly as he lets out soft little cries. that seems to wake ashton up - he's sitting up quickly and looking at his baby.

"hey, sweetheart," ashton says softly, running a hand through calums hair, "can daddy take a look?"

calum nods, and rolls onto his stomach. since they both were still naked, ashton just pulled the blanket down off his body and frowned. the bruises, in the form of handprints, on his hips were black and blue colors. that made something ting in ashtons gut - the sight was hot, and he was proud that calum was carrying around his hickeys and bruises.

ashton wanted everyone to know that calum was his.

then, ashton grabs at his red cheeks - which has calum gasping out in pain (little calum was always way over sensitive the days after).

"im sorry, sweets," ashton says, petting calums lower back for a couple seconds before grabbing his cheeks again, and he spreads them open. calum takes a deep breath, and wipes his wet eyes against the pillow as ashton looks him over.

"daddy?"

"yeah, im right here love," ashton says, laying down next to calum, "everything looks fine, sweetheart. how about daddy gets you some breakfast and some medicine to help your pain?"

"otay," calum murmurs, shoving his thumb into his mouth. ashton just smiles, and ruffles calums bed head.

"daddy will be right back, sweetheart."

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after they ate, and calum took his medicine, they got dressed in comfy clothes and decided to spend the morning watching movies while they cuddled up. ashton knew, even when the medicine kicked in, the little wouldn't want to move.

after the way ashton did him last night, ashton wasnt wanting him to move much either. he didnt want the little to accidentally hurt himself even more. so, cuddles and movies it was.

ashton was sat up, back against the headboard (with a pillow between his back and the headboard since it wasn't too comfortable). calum was laying with his head on ashtons lap. one of ashtons hands was running through calums hair, and calum was using ashtons other hand as a pillow so he could have his daddy all around him.

the little had one of his daddy's hoodies on, and he was currently chewing on the sleeve contently as his daddy played with his hair.

"sweetheart? are you awake?" ashton teased since he could feel calums breathing evening out.

"mmm...yeah, daddy," calum says, and ashton could tell that he was falling asleep since his speech was more slurred, and baby like.

"are you sure?"

"mhm."

"you know, your a silly boy."

"'m no silly."

"yeah, you're daddys silly boy," ashton says softly. calum groans at that, and after a couple  seconds of fighting sleep, he sits up and looks at ashton with half lidded eyes.

"i no silly, i callie," calum says with the most adorable, sleepy pout ashton has ever seen. ashton wanted to coo, and pull his baby into his chest and just hold him forever.

"you're callie?"

"daddys callie," calum says.

"so, daddys callie? not daddys good boy?"

calum whines, completely frustrated with ashton. ashton, who was having fun messing with his little.

"daddys joking, sweet pea," ashton says, "you're daddys good boy. well, most of the time, yeah?"

calum smiles sleepily, "yeah, daddy."

"come here, love," ashton says softly, "daddy is cold and wants some cuddles."

calum climbs onto ashtons lap, so they're completely chest to chest, and lays his head on ashtons shoulder.

"such a good, good boy," ashton says softly. one hand gently pats calums bum (it helped relax the little) and his other hand was patting the middle of calums back.

"sing, dada, p'ease," calum mumbles, and shoves his thumb into his mouth. ashton takes a deep breath, starts to rock back and forth, and then starts to sing.

the singing, the patting, and the rocking all hit calum at once, and before ashton was done singing the first song he was fast asleep.

calums soft snores echoed the room, and ashton wasn't sure what to do. the little was sleeping so peacefully, and ashton absolutely loved it when he got to hold calum like this. so, the older boy decided to keep rocking calum softly until it put himself to sleep.

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im such a sl*t for little calum seriously
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