Darling Dapper {QSMP} {Discontinued :( }

Dapper's First Fever

Couple things I want to say! I would of put it in the description but I know y'all be skipping out on reading those.

There is some Spanish in this, I don't know a lot of Spanish. I had to use my limited knowledge and translation websites to include the little bit that I did. If I've made a huge mistake in my Spanish, please let me know.

For all I know I could of accidently wrote "Fluffer likes weiners" in Spanish. (/j I don't think I would of messed up THAT badly.)

Also this is one of my only stories where I'm focusing on wholesome, more chill plots. If you are craving angst and chaos, I'm sure I have something else for you.

Annnd, this chapter is a test. If no one is interested in me continuing, I'm cool with just discontinuing it. :)

Okay, you can read now!

Bad walked around the kitchen, doing his typical breakfast routine. Almost every morning he made Dapper the same meal, because it was easier. Avocado toast, and a side of bacon. Dapper never complained, despite being a bit tired of the same food. He could tell his dad was trying his best.

Once the meal was ready, Bad headed to his little boy's room. He knocked lightly before opening the door. "Dapper, darling~ time to get up."

Not a sound.

Bad walked into the room and pulled open the curtains, letting the sun beam onto his kid's face. "Darling?"

Not a movement.

"Dapper?" Bad pulled the blankets back and finally Dapper rolled over. "What's wrong, Dap?"

"Me tired." Dapper whined and fought for the blankets back. He coughed a couple times before finally covering his mouth.

"You don't look so good..." Bad put a hand on the boy's forehead. "You're burning up..."

"Me warm..." Dapper leaned into Bad's hand.

"Yes, you are..." Bad stood up and went to the kitchen to find the thermometer. He came back and sat on the edge of Dapper's bed. "Open your mouth for me."

Dapper opened his mouth but shut it again before the thermometer could go into his mouth. "What that?"

"A thermometer, it doesn't hurt. I'm just going to put it under your tongue for a minute, okay?" Bad assured the child that it would be okay.

"M'kay..." Dapper opened his mouth again and let Bad take his temperature.

Bad pulled the thermometer back and cringed as he saw that his son had a fever. "Oh no, this isn't good..."

"What wrong?" Dapper sniffled and wiped his nose in his sleeve.

"Uh, nothing..." Bad stood up and ruffled Dapper's hair. "You go back to sleep, you need rest."

"I am sleepy..." Dapper curled up into a little ball and tried to get back to sleep. His throat was sore, his nose was stuffy, and his body ached.

"Hola, ¿hay alguien en casa? It's just me and Ramon!" Fit walked through the front door and announced himself.

"Oh, fudge..." Bad quickly headed to the front door to great them. "Hola! What brings you two here?"

"Ramon has been missing Dapper, so I thought maybe we could arrange a little playdate?" Fit shrugged.

"Oh, uh... unfortunately Dapper has a little fever today. I don't think that's the best idea." Bad looked down at Ramon. "I'm sorry, Ramon. Maybe in a couple days. I'd hate for you to get sick too."