୨୧ ~ 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐵𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 ~ ୨୧ {bxb}

🥐✉️ ~ chapter 38 ~ ✉️🥐

"Paaa-baaa!" His little mouth opens wide, drool dibbling around his pacifier as his little padded feet plod towards me. His podgy hand held out and his other arm wrapped around the soft bunny toy, squishing it to his tear smothered face.

"Whats wrong baby, whats wrong?" I kneel down as he waddles towards me, his diaper drooping.

"Oh sugar, come on lets get you all cleaned up hm?" I scoop up my little one and he tucks himself under my chin, sniffling softly as he gently calls out my name.

I hush him and pat his little droopy diaper, taking him over to the changing table and attempting to put him down. He clings to me with his little sweaty hands, I pull him back up and jog him on my hip, soothing him by humming softly and pinching his chubby cheeks till he becomes sleepy. I lay him back down and he only refuses through a sweet whimper in which i return a short nose rub.

I peel back the straps on his diaper and slide it off, using some wipes to clean him up before adding some anti-rash cream and patting his privates in powder.

"All done darling" I pull on another clean diaper before patting his bum.

I catch his big doe eyes blinking adoringly up at me, a smirk forms on my face and i lean down and press a kiss onto my baby's belly button. That little kiss soon turns into me tickling his sides and blowing raspberries over his rounded tummy. He squeals and kicks his podgy legs around as he giggles uncontrollably, wriggling left to right trying to flee from my tickles.

I lean back and smile down at my panting baby, watching his little chest rise and fall quickly as he relaxes into the changing mat.

"How about we meet up with Alex and his Dom today baby? But first we need to feed your little hammy and clean out his enclosure." I hum out.

"O-otay.." he whispers as i lift him up by his armpits.

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I sit down on daddy's lap as I wake up my dough ball, stroking down his rounded back after gently and slowly lifting his bedding from above him. He lifts his little head up and twitches his whiskers making me giggle.

"Come on baby, i know he's cute but we need to clean his enclosure, or he might get sick." Daddy reaches for dough ball but i pull him to me, frowning at him and whispering 'no!' Just so he could hear it.

"Baby.." dada starts to use a warning tone but i don't budge! My hammy!

"Come on sweetie, give him to me and clean out his cage. Ill put him in his ball." I shuffle out of his lap and place a kiss on hammy nose, then hand hammy to him with my head held down. I sniffle and bum shuffle over to the cage and lifting out the bedding and putting it into the bin.

Next i wipe down the bottom of the enclosure, using some spray to get rid of the stuck yucky bits at the bottom before adding back some sawdust on the bottom and bedding in his small wooden house. I add back in his toys and fill up his food bowl with some chopped up grapes and a mix of nuts and seeds. Next i clean out his water bottle and hook it back on, all whilst daddy cuddles me to his side.

"All done darling?" Daddy's hand stokes my head and I feel little whiskers poking at my round cheeks. I peek my eyes open to see dough ball sniffling around on daddy's hand, his sweet big black eyes staring at me as his tiny hands reach up onto my nose. I giggle and blow kisses onto hammy's fluffy tummy, little Doughball wriggles around before i lower him down into his clean cage.

"Well done baby~" daddy coos and i feel myself slipping again. I climb onto his lap and tuck my head under his chin, rubbing my cheek on his collarbone so my scent gets stuck on him.

"What should you wear today? Hmm..." daddy pats his chin and peeks down out me, letting out a chuckle as i copy his actions and also put a finger on my chin.

"M-matsing oufiss!" I babble out and jump up and down in his strong arms.

"Matching outfits sounds so sweet baby boy, lets do that~" he leans down and nuzzles my nose.

He walks us out of the conservatory from which hammy  stays in and up the grand stairs, i trace my fingers along the mahogany railings, feeling the smooth varnish gloss over my fingertips. Daddy lifts my hand cautiously, probably worried im reaching too far out if his hold and tucks my arm to my body. 

"What kinda thing are you thinking sugar?" He pats my diaper and i babble to him, resting my head on the side of his chest as his hand runs through my hair.