Daddy's Boy |Kellic| {DD/lb}

Chapter 1

Kellin couldn't contain the excited giggles that escaped his lips as his nanny helped him into his tutu.

"Kellin, sweetie, calm down," His nanny, Sophia, said with an exasperated sigh as she pulled Kellin's mint green t-shirt over his head, careful of the little piggy tails he had sitting on the top of his wild mop of black hair.

"I can't Soph! I'm getting' a daddy!" Kellin squealed. He was trying his very best to stay out of little mode, but it was hard when he was just so excited.

"I know you are," Sophia sighed. "But do you know what this means?" She asked once she got Kellin's clothes on him and sat him on his bed to get his ballet flats that he wore everywhere on.

"What?" Kellin hummed, swinging his feet, making it difficult for Sophia to catch his foot.

"I means that I won't be there to give you your medicine anymore," she said cautiously. Sophia knew how Kellin was with his medicine, how much he loathed taking them, how much he hated himself for having to take them.

Kellin frowned at the mention of his medication. He stood up, pulling his foot away from Sophia who had just caught it.

"What if this guy finds out about the... you know? What if he doesn't want me as much? Sophia, do you think he won't want me as his little if he finds out? People have done it to me before," Kellin said, no longer in his little space as he crossed his arms over his chest insecurely. His last daddy had sent him back to the company after he had found out about Kellin's... mental disabilities.

Being diagnosed with schizophrenia was something Kellin kept a secret from everyone but his nanny and the workers of the little company. He was always frightened about how someone would react to it. Kellin of course, hated that he dealt with the stupid disability but knew that there was nothing he could really do about it aside from take his medicine like Sophia wanted.

"I believe Mrs. Pettigrew is speaking with your new daddy at this moment about all the things he'll need to know before he takes you to your new—hopefully—forever home." Sophia told Kellin.

The little nodded, no longer in the mood to stay in his little space as he sat on the bed.

"I don't wanna wear shoes until I know for sure that he wants me, I don't wanna get my hopes up again," he choked out, a single tear running down his cheek.

...

"So, you want Kellin," the boss of the entire corporation that helped littles get adopted by daddies and mommies said, leaning back in her seat.

Vic nodded, crossing his legs as he looked at the older woman on the other side of the large, mahogany desk. "That's correct. I think he's perfect for me."

"Before we get through with having the two of you meet, there are a few things you need to know about Kellin," she said, a small sneer falling across her face as she said it.

Vic frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Kellin's not like normal littles, you see, he has a few... flaws that may be enough to keep you from wanting him."

"Such as?"

"His mental disabilities for one," she said. Vic arched an eyebrow, curious as to what she had to say about the adorable little he had seen through the window.

"Such as?"

"He suffers from schizophrenia," Mrs. Pettigrew said bluntly.

"Okay, is that it?" Vic asked, not understanding what the big deal was.

The woman's eyes widened. "That's usually a deal breaker for most people."

Vic smiled at her. "Mrs. Pettigrew, I'm not most people. Now, if that's it, I'd really like to meet my new little."

The woman nodded her head and stood up. "Very well, let's go then."

Vic smiled and followed the woman back to the room where his little sat on a bed, hugging a small, stuffed hedgehog to his chest.

"He's adorable," Vic murmured.

"He's not packed."

"I'll help him," Vic said, his hand going to the door handle. "May I?" He asked, going to open the door.

"Of course, go on, go on," she said. Vic smiled and did just that, walking into the room cautiously and smiled at the little, kindly.

"Hi, Kellin," Vic said, squatting down to look Kellin in the eye. The little gave him a frightened look, hugging his stuffed animal to his chest tight. Vic couldn't help but coo ever so slightly. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, I was thinking that maybe, you'd like to come home with me? What do you think about that?"

"Mrs. Pettigrew told you I'm broken didn't she?" Kellin asked quietly.

"She told me you have schizophrenia but, I don't think that makes you broken," Vic said, carefully brushing a strand of hair out of Kellin's face. "I think that just makes you even cuter."

"I think, you're going to be an amazing daddy," Kellin whispered quietly.

Vic smiled at the little brilliantly. "Well, how about we go home and see if you're right."