Age: 7
James was in the kitchen attempting to cook pasta, he was at the stove when you came over
"Jim jams.. cans I have a cookie?"
You ask whist smiling
"No can do little one, not before your dinner, maybe after"
He states
"Pleaseeeee"
You whine
"No"
He simply responds, he then felt something wrap around his leg, he would have been calm about this if it was for a shoot of pain that came from his ankle, he shouts.
"AH QUE MIERDA"
He shouts in Spanish as he looks down to see you latched on with not only your hands but teeth aswell dug into his ankle
"TU NIÑO SALVAJE"
He shouts again and picks you up, detaching you
"Fine you can get a fucking cookie...my lord"
He curses under his breath as he hands you a cookie and you run off
1476 words! I'm getting as many chapters as I can out since school is starting again so I'll be busy NOOOO
Also...could we maybe get in the top 5? :3
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Small and big minds (James marriott)
HumorSome lil storys about a child and James marriott:D NO: •smut (ew.) •dating (literally a child) •anything seggual YES: •fluff •comfort TWs: •mentions of panic attacks and some other stuff which I will mention! :)
