Silver Dawning

Paci

Amell POV:

     As soon as I got off the phone with Andre I hurried out of my room and started on my way to Dawson's. Even though I had just met Dawson I felt drawn to him, I wanted to protect and shelter him from the world. I make my way towards the elevator and hit the down button repeatedly as if it would make it come to my floor faster.

     As soon as the door opens, I step into the elevator and click the button for the fourth floor. Arriving at the floor I get to Dawson's door and knock on it. While I am waiting for Andre to answer it, I can hear Dawson wailing inside the room. I hear his cries get closer before the doors opens revealing a flustered Andre with a very unhappy little in his arms.

     "Thank God you're here!" Andre exclaimed, stepping aside to let me in.

     "So, what happen to this poor little guy." I say as I take Dawson into my arms bouncing him gently as I try to soothe him.

     "Today at his little play class another little took his stuffie and wouldn't give it back. The teacher wasn't a help either as she thought the stuffie was a toy from the classroom even though I had told her before class that Dawson had brought his stuffie. We got it back, but he hasn't stopped crying." Andre ranted on. I nod my head at him as I cooing sweet nothings into Dawson's ear.

     "Well, I got him now I will get him calmed down in no time." I respond.

     "Well, if you got him, I am going to update Madam Layne on what is going on. But be careful with him we have to go slow on introducing little things it's a part of his Special Education Plan, he's having a hard time getting adjusted to the little life." Andre tells me as he gathers his stuff and makes his way towards the door.

     "Will do." I reply as Andre goes out the door. I make my way to the rocking chair, I sit in it and put Dawson's face into my neck. I gather my thoughts of what would be the best way to calm this little guy down. I see that he has he stuffed fawn grasped tightly into his arms.

     I start by just humming a relaxing tune hoping that it could start us on the right track. After a few minutes of the humming not working I start to try and think how he would put myself in his shoes per se. "What's your stuffies name Pumpkin?" I decided to try and get to know him and his stuffie better, thinking maybe he hadn't fully grasped that he had gotten his stuffie back hours ago.

     "Pppuddless" He sobbed back to me. I couldn't get over how cute he was or the fact that this was the first word I had ever heard him say.

     "That is a great name! Are deer's your favorite animal?" I get a nod back in response. "And who got Puddles for you?"

     "Bubba!" He exclaimed.

     "It must have been so scary losing Puddles today huh? But look he is safe and sound in your arms now so there's nothing to worry about. Why don't you give him a big hug? I bet he was probably scared today too." I watch him realize that he had Puddles in his arms, he then proceeded to give him a bear hug. His crying had died down a bit, but it was still too much crying for my liking. I decided I was going to take a gamble that would either make him stop crying or make him totally shut down and cry more.

     "Now Pumpkin this is completely up to you so you can choose if you want to or not. But I think this could help you calm down and make it, so you don't feel as icky in the morning." I say as I pull out a simple brown pacifier, holding it up gently to show him. He stares at it for a long-time tears still streaming down his face before he slowly nods his head yes.

     I carefully and gently put it into his mouth and right away he has it bobbing in his mouth. A little while later the tears finally came to a stop. "Do you want to go and change into some more comfy clothes for bed?" I ask after taking a look at the clock. He quickly nods and hops down from my lap running to his dresser to grab some pjs. He goes into the bathroom to change and comes out in a comfy looking Bambi sweater with some flowy white shorts and of course Puddles. I notice he still had the paci bobbing at a nice rhythm.

     He hurries back over to me and reaches his hand up which I assume means he wanted back up. I pick him up and he immediately puts his face back into my neck. I rock him in my arms and hum a gentle tune as I turn the night light on, and the room lights off. I sit on the bed and continue to rock him, switching between humming songs and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

     After about thirty minutes he is fast asleep. I carefully move him from my lap into his bed tucking him and Puddles in gently. He lets out a whine at the loss of contact to which I just start to run my hand along his shoulder in a rubbing motion. I decide to wait with Dawson until Andre got back from the office.

     I smile as I watch Dawson sleep peacefully with light snores coming from him once and a while and a paci bobbing away in his mouth.