Silver Dawning

Dilemma

After dropping Dawson off at his first class of the day I made my way to my dragon ancestry class. Seeing as there were no new faces in our class, which wasn't very surprising as the dragon population continued to dwindle every day, Mr. Pendleton just continued from where we left off before the break. I finished my work about halfway through the class when my phone started to vibrate.

Picking it up I checked who it was and to my surprise it was Dawson. To be honest, I wasn't expecting Dawson to call me at all. He seemed like a reserved kid and whether he and his family wanted to deny it or not, he was already starting to slip into his little space. I signal to Mr. Pendleton that I needed to step out. Once I was out of the class, I answered his call.

"Hey Dawson, what's up hmm?" I answered while waiting for his response, in the silence of waiting I could swear I heard sniffling, and when he answered I got confirmation of him crying.

"Aaaandrreee!" He cried into the phone. As soon as I heard that I was already starting to make my way to his class, which inconveniently was on the other side of the school.

"What's the matter Dawson?" I ask trying to gage the situation, not wanting to go in blind.

"Theseee kiidss took Puddlesss from mee." He sobs into the phone barely getting the words out.

"Did you tell a teacher?" I respond checking to see if he had covered all the bases.

"Yess but sheee didn't underssstand that Puddless issss minee and that he doessn't belong tooo the classsroom. And when she didn't lissten she put meee in timeeoouut." He started sobbing even harder, making me scared that he was going to be sick.

"Okay Dawson I will be there in one minute, okay I'm almost there."

"Okkaayyy" He replies before hanging up. I was not happy with this teacher; first, I told her that Dawson brought his personal stuffie with him and that he needed it to comfort him as he was processing a lot right now. And second, she knows about Dawson Special Education Plan and how he needed more time to get used to the little life and time out was something we were definitely not introducing to him yet.

I really hoped that this experience didn't set us even further back in getting Dawson getting used to being a little and I also really hoped that he didn't start associating being little with bad experiences.

Once I stepped into the classroom, I could see Dawson all alone in the corner of the room just sobbing to himself. As soon as he sees me, he comes running over with his arms stretched up. I pick him up and wipe off the snot running down his face. I shush and hum to him as I walk over to the teacher. As I approach his teacher, I clear my throat.

"Mrs. Pierson a word please." I call over to her.

"Oh, Andre there really wasn't a need for you to come down here I had the situation under control." Mrs. Pierson started to rant.

"Well clearly you didn't, because I have a little here who is sobbing his eyes out. He came to class with his special stuffie, which I do recall telling you he had and if I do remember correctly littles are encouraged to bring with them to classes."

"Yes well, I was informed that the stuffie he had was one that belonged to the classroom and that he wasn't sharing." She said, starting to get defensive.

"Obviously you have some liars and bullies in this class, I am going to have to report you and the students involved in this situation. Now if you will excuse us, we are going to get Puddles back." With that I carry Dawson over to the little group of kids I see playing with his stuffie.

"Excuse me I need that stuffie back right now." I start by being polite as possible to the little girl in front of me.

"No this is my stuffie!" The girl screams, she sounded so much like an entitled little brat. Dawson sobs even more into my ear.

"We both know that is not true, give it back now before get into more trouble than you already are." I say letting some of my dom voice out, my eyes turning into slits. The girl shakily gives me the deer before running off with her group of minions.  

I give Puddles back to Dawson as we leave the classroom. I start up to Dawson's bedroom knowing that it was probably best for him not to go to the rest of his classes. He was already having a hard time adjusting to everything and this incident just made it even harder.

When we get to his bedroom I try setting him down on his bed, but he refuses to be put down. The poor guy was still bawling his eyes out even though he had gotten his stuffie back. I tried talking to him, but I don't think I even got through to him. I try everything in the book that I could without pushing past his boundaries.

An hour later I am bouncing Dawson in my arms, and he is still crying. I was surprised that he even had tears left at this point. It was time to call in reinforcements. I was definitely not a daddy by any means, and I really needed one right now to help deescalate this situation.

I dial up the first caregiver I could think of. "Hey Andre, what's up?" I hear Amell answer the phone.

"Bro thank God you answered. You know the little I have been assigned to look after?" I reply.

"Yeah, the cute little guy you introduced today during breakfast?" I can hear a smile in his voice.

"Yep, that's the one. The poor thing has been bawling his eyes out for hours and I don't know what to do anymore. Most of the things that come in the training I took; I can't use because of his Special Education Plan. I could really use the help of a daddy right about now." I explain my situation to him.

"I'll be right over, what's his room number." He asks.

"403." 

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Hey you guys I know this is kind of short but it has been a while since I updated and wanted to post for you guys. This is chapter is more of a filler and hopefully we will get somewhere in the next chapter. Thank you all for your patience, I know my updating schedule is funky, but just know this book will get finished it might just take a while.

Love you and thanks for all the support

~PhoenixBird