Smile - A Tythan Fanfiction

So, How Do I Baby?

"Okay so let's talk" Mark started, humming, "How do I care for him? Does he have a high chair and a bid and a crib-"

"I mean" Tyler said, rocking Ethan. Ethan has been out of hospital for a few days now, and his hands have been recovering, "Though that stuff is cool and all- he doesn't space often. He mostly just wants cuddles and kisses- warm clothes and love. Doesn't care about all that other stuff"

"Yeah" Ethan said, staring up at Tyler, "I mean, I'd love a crib but I wouldn't use it often enough. I wouldn't want a high chair but, you know. I mean, the guy you have a crush on likes those things, right? You were saying he's a little, like a big closeted little?"

"Yeah, it's getting tough on him" he hums, "His girlfriend would dump him, that's for sure. He'd never wants that so he doesn't say anything. .   but he ao desperately wants all that little stuff. Drives him insane, sometimes he cries on Skype calls because he wants to space but she's in the other room. . . kills me, really, honestly does"

"That's awful" he frowned, "Well at least Tyler is accepting of meeee!"

"Of course, Ethan, I could never ever hate you or how you act. I think it's adorable that you're a little. Bob did warn me anyway" he giggled. "So I don't mind you acting like a big baby. You're myyy big baby"

Ethan giggled then turned back to Mark, "So he wants to be a 24/7 little?"

"Oh yeah, he sure is. I mean, he does this for innocent reasons like yourself" he said, sighing, "One time he started to cry when he was beside me, craving a paci, to be tucked up into a crib and read bedtime stories. I gave him a paci, started to read him a story but he started to whine, begging to b-be put into a crib. He kept asking and asking for a crib, to be baby, I couldn't give him that, I didn't know what to do. . . I wrapped him in his blanket and he calmed down but I knew he wasn't happy" he sighed, putting his head in his hands. But then, he uncovers his face, smiling the beat he could, "But I can take good care of you like an uncle. You like cookies?"

Ethan nodded, causing Mark to get up. The older male brought in some cookies, which Ethan happily started to eat. He still felt bad for this little, whoever he was.

Tyler just smiled, watching Ethan being pampered by Mark, who was doing his best to spoil Ethan. Though, Tyler does a good job of that anyway. So he just watched him, being spoiled.

"Ethy" Tyler said in a soft tone, "What do you say?" "Thank woo uncle Marky!"

Mark's face lit up, giggling softly. He could get used to that, "Hehe you're welcome little one. Uncle Marky wants to spoil woo and make woo a happy baby" he said, booking Ethan's nose.

Ethan gasped, his eyes going wide, "BOOPPPPP!"

"Ahaha yeah- that's right! Booppp" he giggled, kissing his nose, "Boop from Uncle Marky"

"Soo" Tyler started, "Will this mystery guy want to come over and have us care for him? We could get a crib for him, and whatever else he would want? Like high chairs, and so on"

"You. . . you guys would, be okay with that?" Mark asked, "I mean, the stuff would be yours-"

"It's fine, really. Clearly this guy needs this and it would also be good for Ethan. He gets to meet another little, and have all this little stuff if he ever really wanted to use it"

Mark smiled wide, hugging them. Then he quickly left, going to go call him and tell him the news.

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