traphouse little space one-shots

storms (solby)

Little: Sam 

Daddy: Colby

The thunder crashes loudly outside the tinted window of Sam's bedroom, which automatically awakens the petite blonde. Sam hated storms when he regressed. Usually, when he was in an older headspace, he would like to get out of bed and sit in the rain. Maybe even play in the dashing water.

 But this time he slipped into a younger headspace, he was currently in the headspace of 2. As Sam flinched when he heard the lightning crash, the boy curled up his body, pulling his kneecaps to his chest, whimpering as he froze up in a ball and sobbed deeply into his pillow, hoping the somewhat quiet sobs didn't alert his caregiver in the next room. 

But to no surprise, Colby heard Sam's cries, although they were slightly muffled due to Sam pressing his face into his pillow and his blanket. Colby speed-walks to Sam's LittleSpace room, which is where he sleeps when he's being punished, or the couple decides they don't want to sleep in Colby's room. 

"D...Daddy... scary..." The only words the nonverbal blonde could mumble. Colby peeked inside Sam's room, examining the shivering and crying boy in his bed. "Aw, you poor little thing." Colby carefully scooped up the boy, placing him on his hip, along with a bunny stuffie and a light blue blanket Sam held onto. 

"D-daddy I wanna sleep with you..." Sam nuzzled his head into Colby's neck. "Of course my dear. but first, we gotta get you a bottle, sweetheart." Colby replied. Sam simply nodded, honestly way too drowsy to argue. 

Sam didn't like bottles, specifically because he thinks they're for a baby. In this case, he is said "baby".  Colby made his way downstairs with Sam still on his hip. "Dada... no milk. Want juice. please?" Sam asked. He knew Colby was going to say no, just because it was late and earlier that day, Sam had three cups of juice and was more hyper than a five-year-old in a candy store.

"I'm sorry baby, but no more juice okay?" Sam's eyes started watering, heavily. And soon enough, tears erupted from his eyes. "I want juice!" Sam argued as he kicked his feet in anger. "I know you do but it's late, Love." Colby tries to calm down the antsy boy. 

"Daddy, please... want juice..." Sam cries into Colby's neck. Of course, Colby didn't give him juice. Colby warmed up a bottle of almond milk. Once the bottle was warm enough for Sam to drink, he had already fallen half asleep. Colby slipped the bottle nipple through Sam's pink lips.

 While the storm had slowly calmed down, the couple made their way upstairs and into Sam's room. "Do you think you'll be able to sleep by yourself for a couple more hours?" Colby asked as he swayed Sam from side to side. Sam nodded slowly as he fell asleep, with the bottle still in his mouth.

Colby laid the sleeping blonde in his bed, covering him with a large, fluffy, blanket. Colby turned on the TV and put on a lullaby for him, just in case he woke up and started crying and Colby was asleep and couldn't hear him.  

Colby kissed Sam's cheek, and Sam whined due to the tickling on his cheek from Colby's facial hair. Colby walked out of the room and into his next door. As he lay in his bed, he thought to himself.

"It's always stormy nights like these he goes to sleep without a fight."

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