Forced little one

17.

Noahs pov

It was a week later when Daddy asked us to move in. dada started to pack the next day, and now we are settled in Daddys house, which has an upstairs unlike dadas and more rooms.
"Baby, whis my woom," Jack said, giving me an 'official house tour' while dada carried me. "Whis you woom," Jack said, opening a door to a nursery, and Daddy walked in. "You like it, little one?" He asked. It was bigger than by dada and had kinda a theme. The room was baby blue, the crib and changing table were white like the dresser, it had a light green carpet, and a rocking chair with a book shelf. And head stars at the ceiling what i later figured out. I started to squeal at the sight of the room. i loved it. Would someone have told me two weeks ago that i was going to be happy over a nursery? i would have laughed in their face. "You seem to like it very much, baby," dada said, and i made gabby hands for Daddy, wanting to also be in the middle of the room. "Baby, it's lunchtime wash your hand, and come to the dining room," dada said to Jack, who started to run down the stairs. "No running jack, or you get a time out," Daddy yelled, making me cry. "im sorry, little one. I didn't mean to yell into your ear," Daddy said and kissed my ear better, which clamed me down and made our way to the dining room. "That brings me to something. Noah doesn't have official rules," Daddy said, sitting me down in my high chair. "How about we make rules with him and remind Jack on his ?" Dada said, giving me a spoon baby food."What do you think of rules and rewards?" Dada said, which made me excited for a reward."Awd punishies," Jack said, which let my excitement burn to ashes. "Ok, then it's settled. we make some rules after lunch," Daddy said, finishing his food.