Teddy Bear (boyxboy)

Chapter 33

(Originally in this book i had teddy talking like a baby when he regresses, but thats just hard to write and confusing for people to read so I'm just making him talk more like.. a caveman??? In a way?? Less words, but still normal english. Y'know? You'll see next chapter.)

Damien's POV

Imagine how alarming it was to me when one minute I was lounging peacefully on my couch, and the next minute, theres a small sobbing in my arms, mumbling incoherent words of explanation towards me. What would my reaction be?

Well, initially I was startled, and then when I saw his expression I was confused, and finally when I saw the tears, I was alarmed, going into what Teddy likes to call, 'complete-daddy-mode'

"Darling whats wrong? What happened baby boy?" I cooed, pulling his shaking figure further into my chest, trying to ignore the odd feeling of his tears soaking my shirt, causing it to stick to my chest. Is this amount of tears coming out of his body healthy for such a small boy like him?

When he continued sobbing without responding, I knew something was really wrong. Teddy had always been one to answer to me, even if he wasn't in a good mood. So the fact that he wasn't doing the same right now was highly concerning to me.

"Baby c'mon. Talk to daddy. Tell me whats wrong so I can fix it."

"I-I-" he stuttered over his words, wiping furiously at his eyes which continued to water. "I Just- It's.. I-its not something you... you can— can fix"

I nodded along, paying close attention, "Ok well then tell me so I can help you feel better. You know I hate seeing you sad."

I didn't bother pressing the issue too much when he didn't respond, only nuzzling his face further into my neck, small hiccups coming from his mouth as he cried. He would tell me when he was ready. I was sure of that. I had to let him tell me on his own time. Forcing him to talk about it would only do more harm than good.

And my prediction was correct when around ten minutes later, he lifted his head from my neck, looking at me in the eyes with flushed cheeks, and an occasional sniffle.

"What can I do to help little bear?" I asked, soothingly rubbing his back in circular motions.

"I-I failed my test" he hiccuped, not answering my question, but thankfully finally telling me what was wrong.

"Oh baby c'mere" i cooed when i saw another round of tears filling his eyes. "You're ok darling. You're fine its just one test." I put my hand on the back of his head, playing with the strands of his hair, knowing that has always helped calm him down before. I continued to rock us back and forth, hating how upset he was over a single grade.

"Y-yeah b-but i told my mom I- I would do good in school" he cried, his lip trembling slightly.

"And you are doing well in school. Baby, one bad grade doesn't make you a bad student. You're doing amazing"

"She already doesn't like me. I-I just gave her another reason to hate me. She's going t-to be so— so disappointed in me daddy" his shoulders slump as his tears finally cease, almost as if theres none left to cry.

Now is not the time to quote Ariana Grande, Damien.

"Baby. I'm going to say this respectfully— but your mother can go fuck herself. If she isn't proud of you then who cares. You are the only one who needs to be proud of you. You're amazing teddy. And your mother's opinion on your choices doesn't change that. It never will. Don't hang onto the words she says to you. If she doesn't see how amazing and smart and wonderful you are, then her opinion doesn't matter. You hear me? You have people who love you, even if she doesn't" I ranted, pouring out every last word I had for him. It was all the truth.

I almost wanted to add in on the end, 'I love you', but I knew it wasn't the time to drop that kind of bomb on him. That would be for another day in the future.

"I have an idea" I spoke after a few moments of silence.

"What?" He asked, with an adorable tilt of his head.

"Why don't we invite everyone over for a movie night to cheer you up? I'll even make popcorn. Yeah?" I asked, giving him a small smile. An excited grin grew on his face at my suggestion and he rapidly nodded his head, 'yes'.

"Ok. Why don't you go change into your pajamas and I'll text them to come over?"

He hopped off my lap like a freaking bunny, his face, void of any negative emotions that were once there, now replaced with pure excitement and happiness, which made me feel like I did my job. All I ever wanted was for him to be happy. If that was the only thing I could do for the rest of my life—make him happy— then I honest to god wouldn't mind. I would take that job in a heartbeat, and I'd do it with more pride than gays do in June.

Because Teddy is just like that.

When he's happy, you're happy. And when he's sad, you're sad. You can't help it. He's contagious. He controls everyone around him without even knowing the power he holds over them.

Its adorable and yet completely scary at the same time.

(Shorter chapter but whateva. Shits going down in the next chapter hehe get ready for dramaaaaaaa 😏😏😏😏)