Younower Imagines

Forgetful Daddy // Bryce Hall

THIS IS A BIRTHDAY IMAGINE FOR MY SIDE BITCH BRYCE, the original fuckboy.

"Daddy, daddy!" Your little boy nudged Bryce as he ran inside the bathroom, interrupting his daddy shaving his stubble.

Bryce quickly held his shaver out of Isaacs reach, knowing his son would pry on it. "Now, what did I tell you?" Bryce squinted his eyes, playfully glaring at his son's matching eyes.

"No shaving for you just yet, little man." Isaac frowned, puffing under a short breath.

"But that's unfair." He whined, unable to pronounce the r properly with his last word.

"Mommy said I could use your aftershave if I want." Isaac pleaded, placing his version of puppy dog eyes.

Bryce tittered. "When did your mom tell you that?" He asked his son as he played with Isaacs little curls.

"Todaaaaaaay." Isaac singsonged, loving his dad's gesture.

"Mummy said I could have anyyyyyyything I want." Isaac emphasized as he spread his short arms to stress how big his anything is.

"I could have any chocolate I want. And, and, I would play soccer, and, and, Mommy told me you're going to give me your aftershave, daddy!" He told his dad as his face lit up. Bryce seemed amused, but shook his head no.

Isaac cried all of a sudden and ran up to you. "What did he do to you this time, baby?" You hugged him, playfully guarding your son away from Bryce.

"Daddy. Won't. Let. Me. Have. His. Aftershaaaaaave." Isaac sobbed in between hiccups.

Bryce emerged guiltily out of the bathroom, shrugging. "Bryce! It's his birthday today" You mouthed every word silently, giving him a puzzled look.

Bryce had his jaw open for a second, and that's where you knew that he forgot Isaac's birthday.

He recovered himself from his fault when he baked three layers of chocolate cake and when he let his son have every aftershave that he wanted.