"delilah?" king catches delilah off guard with his deepened voice as he walks down the stairs. "i'm starving" he chuckles as he makes eye contact with the older woman.
she hadn't yet met him big, and he was different, to say the least. "y-yes, king, eggs and pancakes" she unknowingly stutters, the confusion that laced her voice made king giggle.
king walks towards the dish cupboard as he sees that delilah dished his food up in a sectioned PAW patrol dish, and he pulls out a white ceramic plate, placing it on the dining table and transferring the contents to it.
"i love your cooking" he compliments as he shoves a piece of sausage in his mouth. she smiles and nods in reply to the teenage boy, moving to sit down at the table with her food.
"you're big" delilah smiles, and king blushes and nods.
"for the first time in a while." he starts, "everyone has the same reaction to you, when they meet big-me" he giggles.
delilah noticed somethings about big king. he wore long sleeved black clothes, all loose. he wore his hair down scruffy, not bothering to brush it as someone did for him in littlespace.
"i don't really understand why my head does it- the big and little thing- i mean" he finishes his food before continuing. "dad thinks i don't know what it is, but i have a laptop, and google, so-" delilah laughs at that and takes a sip of her orange juice, eyes still trained on the boy in front of her.
"he told me there wasn't really a clear difference between big and little you, he was wrong" delilah says to king, and he nods at her. "talking about your father, he asked us to ring him this morning. are you going to tell him you're big?"
"hell no" king starts, walking to the dishwasher and putting his plate inside. "he worries too much, ill fake being small, the calls aren't that long."
delilah nods and walks to the living area, her ipad thrown on the couch. king sits in the room as she sets it up, but he sits on the far couch from her.
clicking 'facetime' she waits.
...beep
...beep
"delilah!" marcus smiles at the black haired woman through his screen.
"hello marcus!" delilah laughs.
"how have you and king been?"
"we've been okay, he's had his fair share of temper tantrums, but it's clear he's just frustrated as he misses you." she looks in kings direction, he's looking at her frowning. he looked so cute.
"king, baby boy, come here" delilah taps the couch beside her and king blushes red, taking his time to walk over to her.
to delilah's surprise, instead of sitting beside her he sits in her lap, laying his head on her shoulder as she places the ipad on the coffee table to stand it up.
"someone's tired, king!" marcus chuckles on the other end.
"he had a busy day yesterday, so i can't blame him." she starts. "i thought i should mention i got him pacifiers, if that's okay with you? it soothed him right away from his tantrum."
marcus nods. "don't ask me something like that, just treat him as if he was your little, what you think is best goes."
"i would die for a little like you" delilah whispers into king's ear, stroking his hair.
"okay, thank you marcus." she smiles at the man.
"ill be home in 3 days, delilah." marcus said, "i've got to go now, work is busy!" he finishes before ending the call.
"did you really mean that?" king asks, "t-that you wanted a little like me?" king seemed more docile since the call, not small at all, but quieter.
"yes, darling, i did! you're a really good little" she smiles at him and pushes one of his curls behind his ear.
king stares at her for a minute, before pulling her in for a hug, he'd never been told that he was wanted before.
"movie?" king smiles and grabs the tv remote, turning on netflix.
"horror!" "horror!" the both say in unison, laughing at that.
[okay but dudes they have chemistry right?]
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little king | agere
Teen Fiction"little king.. don't ever let your crown fall." his father whispers to him as his heavy eyes fall. [ ageregression ]
