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Little Brahms ~ Bratty

*Light mention of messy diapers*

Brahms had always been bratty, but today was different. First he wouldn't let you change his dirty diaper, then he wouldn't eat breakfast. Now he was throwing a tantrum because he didn't want to sit in time out. Eventually you got him to cooperate. You told him that if he was good, you would make him hot cocoa and give him all the cuddles! This was enough to make Brahms quiet down and sit in the time out chair.

Five minutes later, he started whining and complaining that his diaper was uncomfortable. You sigh and pick him up bringing him to the changing table in his nursery. You lay him down and start to undo his diaper. He starts complaining again, saying that he can change himself. You knew this wasn't true, and that he was far too little to do that. You grabbed one of his stuffies and tried to distract him. Luckily, it caught his attention. You quickly took off his diaper. his little butt was a mess. When Brahms noticed what was happening, he started kicking his legs. You had to force his legs apart to wipe him, and quickly put a fresh diaper on him.

Once he was all clean, you picked him up and set him in his playpen. He started playing with some blocks. while he was distracted you quickly snuck out to make him a bottle.

You finished making the bottle and were just about to go back upstairs when you heard loud screams and wails. you rush back upstairs as fast as possible. you shove Brahms's door open, but cant find him anywhere. you hear soft sniffling coming from the wall. "Brahms, sweetie, please come out!" You called out for him but he didn't answer. "I only went to get you a bottle!" Still no answer. you sat down on his bed and sighed. If Brahms didn't want to come out, you would need to make him come out. He hadn't eaten, and you were worried. So what did you do? You tried to tempt him. you unbutton your jeans and slowly pull down the zipper. You could hear Brahms moving in the wall.  You smiled and slowly pulled down your jeans. the bookshelf scooted to the side and you could see Brahms's little head poking out.

You patted your lap and he quickly rushed out, sitting on your lap. You smiled as he took off your shirt, pressing his chest against yours. you slipped the nipple of the bottle into your baby's mouth. He cooed and happily sucked on the teat.

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I hope you enjoyed this :)