Show Me Your Love//DISCONTINUED

Difficult little

-Ryans Pov-

I woke up to a loud crash coming from somewhere in the house, presumably the kitchen. I've told Brendon before that he can't cook without me or Dallon when he's in headspace, but this week he's been misbehaving a lot. I don't know what's gotten into him. Dallon had left to go visit his parents for a couple of days because it's his mothers birthday so he wasn't here. It was just me and Bren. His parents are sadly very homophobic so Dallon didn't want me or Brendon going along. I got up and stumbled into the kitchen to find Brendon standing behind the bench, a broken cup on the floor and juice everywhere. I sighed and rubbed my temples.

"B, you know you're not allowed to be in the kitchen without Dallon or me."

"I-I'm sorry daddy I didn't mean to." I shook my head and walked over to where he was standing. I lifted him up, careful not to step on any broken glass, and carried him to the timeout corner. He whined and tried to wiggle out of my arms, but I just held him closer to my chest. I sat him down in his timeout chair and kneeled down in front of him.

"10 minutes in the timeout corner, for disobeying daddy's rules and making a mess." He just pouted at me so I got up and went to clean up his mess. I had finished sweeping up the broken glass and was halfway through mopping up the juice before I heard footsteps behind me. It hadn't been ten minutes but Brendon could never sit still for more than five, so I put the mop down and went to go find him. I eventually found him in our bedroom getting out his colouring pages and crayons. He gasped when he saw me tried to run but I wrapped my arms around him and picked him up yet again.

"C'mon Brendon, you have to cooperate with me, baby. I know you don't like timeout but there are only 2 minutes left. Can you please be good for daddy? You can colour after." I pleaded. Brendon pouted but eventually nodded his head. I took him back out into the lounge room and put him back down in the timeout chair. I took his colouring things and put them on the couch. I finished mopping up the juice just as I heard Brendon calling out for me.

"Daddy! Daddy!" I walked into the lounge room and Brendon turned around to face me.

"Your timeout is finished but I think there's something you need to say to daddy."

"I'm sorry for making a mess and breaking daddy's rules."

"Good boy. Do you want to go colour now while I make you some breakfast?"

"Okay, daddy!" He pecked my cheek before rushing into the lounge room to get his colouring things. I chuckled as he began to colour. You just couldn't stay mad at him, he was so goddamned cute. I made him some waffles and called his name. I put the plates on the table and we both sat down to eat. When Brendon was finished with his waffles he grabbed his sippy cup filled with juice and walked into the lounge room.

"Brendon! No! Finish your juice in here please!" I called out. But he just sat down on the couch and continued colouring. I groaned because I knew that it would be difficult to get him to drink it out here.

"Brendon," I said warningly, standing up and walking over to the couch. He hesitated but kept colouring. When he was confident, well, no one could tell him what to do.

"One," I started. His breaths got shallow for a second.

"Two," I continued he took a sip of his juice, purposely trying to annoy me.

"Three. That's it, give me the juice."

"No."

"Brendon, don't you dare disobey me for the second time today." I reached down and grabbed his juice.

"FUCK OFF!" My eyes widened as he stood up and stormed off to the bedroom. Brendon hardly ever swore when he was in little space. He knew it came with the worst punishment. Spanking. I was horrified at him. I didn't know if he just wanted attention or if something else was going on, but I did know that he would regret acting up all week. I was infuriated. I slammed open the door to the bedroom and saw Brendon watching a cartoon while laying on the bed. A look of terror washed over him when he saw me.