dan had calmed down immensely after phil took the role as his daddy, obeying all the rules the rest of the day, including sleeping all night long without any spontaneous snack-sessions like a good boy.
phil was now sat on the couch watching tv after setting the brunette boy down for a nap. he began to think about how different things would be now that dan was his very own little, and then realized it would be pretty much the same.
as if on cue, dan skipped into the living room to join phil, pooh bear in one hand and a baby blue pacifier in the other.
"daddy!" he squealed, struggling at first, but then succeeding to climb onto phil's lap.
phil pulled the boys curly head to his chest, "hey honeybear," he spoke softly, and dan's eyes lit up at the petname.
"i so happy you's my daddy." daniel began. "i wanted you's to be my daddy for a big time." he continued, but now he was mumbling into the material of phil's black t-shirt.
phil cooed, lifting his hand to rub circles in his baby's hips innocently where his light yellow jumper was riding up. dan giggled against phil's t-shirt, and phil's lips curled into a smile because his baby had the cutest giggle in the world.
the boy then slipped out of phil's grasp, sliding off his lap and pulling him into the hallway by his hand. although dan enjoyed cuddles, littlespace made him very impatient. now it was phils turn to make a face of confusion. he followed him regardless, not asking questions because he did not wanting to make the small boy upset. his heart couldn't take it.
"bubba bath daddy!" dan said excitedly once they reached phil's bathroom. they had separate bathrooms, so none of dan's 'little' supplies were in the older mans, which lead phil to wonder why dan had chosen this one. dan grabbed the large bar of soap that was placed neatly on its dish, climbing into phil's tub with all his clothing still on. "turn on water?" dan asked phil shyly once he was situated in the tub.
phil was still stood at the doorway, watching curiously as dan attempted to work the valve of the tub. suddenly the showerhead bursted with water, spraying dan in his little face and all of his clothes.
"oh no!" dan said, quickly using his small palm in attempt to stop the water, turning his head to face phil. his eyes were squeezed shut tightly so water wouldn't get into his eyes, and phil immediately jumped into action. he bent down and quickly turned the valve, which caused the water to eventually come to a stop.
dan was soaked, and he looked up at phil beneath dripping eyelashes. his clothes were now wet, heavy and soggy, and phil knew if he didn't get dan out of them soon he would start to cry from discomfort. it was instinct.
phil helped dan up by lifting him from beneath his arms, and then leaving dans arms above his head so phil could pull the yellow jumper off. once he pulled it off he looked at dan to make sure all this was okay, and to his surprise he saw dan cheeks flushed pink, lips sealed in a tight line.
"what are you so flustered about baby?"
dan giggled in response. "i naked." the boy turned impossibly pinker at his own words.
"not quite yet, still need to get those cute little shorts off of you. care to help daddy?" phil spoke softly.
dan nodded submissively, managing to slide his little white shorts down his plump thighs, and was fast to bring his hands over his purple panties when he realized he was wearing them. phil didn't look, for it would be too obvious and he didn't want to make his baby uncomfortable. instead he helped guide dan out of the tub and carefully wrapped him in a very soft towel. once he had done that dan wriggled out of his panties, and then they walked hand in hand into dan's room, phil asking dan to sit on the mattress while phil picked out his clothes. dan occupied himself with the stuffies that were kept around his bed.
as phil searched for clothes he found another one of the t-shirts he assumed dan had stolen from him at one point, and all his mind went to was how adorable and small dan would look wearing his shirt. so innocent and so, his.
"baby, where do you keep your panties?" phil asked.
dan's eyes widened, and he brought a small finger to his lips. "shh, secret." he whispered.
he moved so his legs were swinging off the side of the bed, and opened a drawer on his nighstand to reveal an assortment of different colors and styles of panties.
"picks one daddy!" dan squealed.
phil selected a generic pink pair, and he noted how excited daniel was to finally be sharing this with someone. phil helped dress dan, panties first, and when he slipped phil's oversized tee onto him the boy squealed some more.
dan clumsily brought some of the bunched up fabric of phil's shirt to his cheek, rubbing it against the shirt because anything that belonged to his daddy was very important to him.
