Little!Tyler
Daddy!Josh
"Okay, Bumble, the cookies are in the oven," Josh announces, setting the timer on the oven.
He hears humming coming from the living room, where Tyler is currently scribbling in his Paw Patrol coloring book. Josh smiles to himself and thinks about how cute his boyfriend is. He enters the living room. Tyler is sprawled out on the floor, a pile of crayons scattered by his head.
"Did you hear me?"
Tyler looks up, his tongue captured between both of his teeth. He shakes his head no, a soft pink hue dusting across his cheekbones. Josh takes a seat next to him and presses a kiss against his forehead.
"The first batch of cookies is in the oven."
"First batch?" Tyler asks, turning his attention back to his coloring book.
"I made enough for two," Josh explains, watching Tyler color the police pup. "Since when does Chase have pink fur?"
Tyler giggles, making Josh's heart swell. "Since I gave it to 'em."
"He looks pretty," Josh compliments, making the little one smile.
"Pretty like me?"
"Not as pretty as you, but still pretty," Josh decides, watching Tyler's cheeks turn red.
"M'love you's, Daddy."
"I love you too, Bub. I'll be right back."
Tyler nods, not taking his attention off of the pink puppy. Josh heads down the hallway to the bathroom to do his business. He washes his hands with the Frozen hand soap Tyler had picked out at the store. It smells like berries and reminds Josh of the brunette. He always smells fruity.
Tyler isn't in the living room when Josh comes out. Instead, he finds the little one in the kitchen. His fingers are digging inside of the bowl that contains the rest of the cookie dough.
"Tyler!" Josh says, startling the boy.
His doe eyes look fearful as he looks at Josh, his hand frozen in mid-air with cookie dough coating his fingers. Tyler's mouth hangs open, like he was just about to put his fingers in his mouth.
"What are you doing? Don't you want cookies?"
"M'want the dough, too..."
"Bumble, you can't eat raw cookie dough. It's not good for you."
"Please, Daddy!" Tyler frowns, the sand-colored dough still sitting on his fingers.
Josh sighs. "Since it's already on your fingers, go ahead. No more though, okay?"
Tyler perks up at that, his mouth closing around his fingers as he eats the raw cookie dough. He moans at the taste.
"S'yummy! More, please?"
"I already said no. C'mon, let's go color."
Josh holds out his hand, but Tyler crosses his arms. His lower lip juts out in a pout. "Please, Daddy!"
"I said no. You're not being a good boy right now, Tyler. Stop pouting."
