Summary:
There's a terrible storm and your soaking wet. But it's ok because Papa and Daddy are here :)
Notes:
^on AO3^
When you pulled up to your home shared with your boyfriends, it was pouring. Not just a normal cry from the sky, it was buckets, each droplet big enough to subside your thirst for an hour at least. The clouds thundered angrily against each other, ramming like buck deer. You sighed, realizing you would have to face the wilderness eventually, and that home was probably safer than the hunk of metal on wheels that you were currently sitting in.
Grabbing your bag and whatever else you needed, you shoved them all into your arms, determined not to take a second gastly trip. You fumbled around to open the door due to your arms being so full. Once you could taste the elements, you rushed to the front door as fast as you could. Still, you were soaked. Water dripped from your hair and your clothes stuck to your skin. It seemed silly, but the bone-chilling cold and the desperation to get inside made you slip a little(hehe). You shivered, knocking against the door with your overflowing arms.
"Daddy! Papa! Let me in, please," You begged the door. You had keys, but they were somewhere unreachable in your pocket. Not immediately, but close enough, you heard the tell-tale audible click of the lock and the door opened revealing your caregivers.
"Oh, little one, let's get you inside, hmm?" Daddy asked you, taking your things and handed them to Papa, a bit unceremoniously.
"Oi! What am I, chopped liver?" Papa exclaimed, teasing.
Daddy told you to go change, so you did, throwing your soaking clothes in the shower and put on your warmest, comfiest pyjamas. When you walked back in, you were grossed out.
"Hmm...yes, you are. My chopped liver~" Daddy said, possessively kissing Papa.
"Eww...Daddy and Papa are K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" You said, disgusted by watching your parent-like figures(in this headspace, if you were big, you would join them) make out. They turned at you, and covered their mouths to hide their smile.
"Oh, does our baby want kisses instead?" Papa said, a glint in his eyes, so you knew what was coming. He grabbed you around the waist and (gently) set you down on the couch before attacking by blowing raspberries all along your stomach.
"No! H-ha-ha! P-pa-pa st-stop!" You said, in a laughing fit. But how could Papa stop, when you were this joyous, a genuine blinding smile on your face. Finally, Daddy told Papa to stop, allowing you to breathe, finally.
"Do you want to watch Bluey?" Daddy softly asked you. You nodded excitedly and ran to grab your stuffie and blanket.
"No running , little one!" Daddy called out, not even looking at you, he was setting up the TV. You huffed like a brat, but slowed your pace.
Once you got to your little room, you grabbed your favorite stuffie, an aqua colored penguin you so aptly named Aqua, and your weighted warm blanket. You grabbed both and speed-walked back to the couch where Daddy and Papa were waiting. You snuggled in between them, wrapped snugly in your blanket, holding Aqua and focused on the Australian show. Before you knew it, you fell asleep, warm and safe in your caregiver's arms.
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A storm won't ruin the day, not when you're here with me
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