Show Me Your Love//DISCONTINUED

Babysitter

~~Dallon's Pov~~

"Brendon!" I called out. Today was the day that Ryan and I were going to his parents place, we needed to drop Brendon off at Spencer's before we could do so, though. Ryan was putting our bags into the car while I speed walked around the house, looking for our mischievous little. I huffed as I had looked everywhere and I still couldn't find him. Ryan walked up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Dal, all you gotta do is count to three, watch." He said with a chuckle.

"Brendon! I'm going to count to three." He called out.

"One!"

"Two!" Just then, fast footsteps could be heard. Brendon peeked around the corner, the shirt I had put on him earlier discarded on the floor somewhere. Ryan nodded at me, signalling that I should handle the situation, and walked off.

"Brendon I swear to god, Ryan and I have to go soon and if you don't get ready right now, you're gonna be over my lap." I warned. His eyes widened and he walked up to me, his head bowed. I took his hand and practically dragged him back to the bedroom. I found his shirt and slid it on him roughly. His bags were already in the car so I picked him up and put him on my hip. Tears were brimming in his eyes, maybe I had been too harsh.

"Oh no no no. Hey baby don't cry. Sh sh shh, it's ok, daddy didn't mean to snap at you, I'm so sorry my love." I cooed. Brendon blushed and buried his face in my neck. I smiled and carried him to the car. I strapped him in in the back and shut the door, getting into the driver's seat. I started the car and we were off. I noticed Brendon was being very quiet in the back, usually he was quite loud. Ryan must've noticed too.

"Bren, are you ok baby, you're being kind of quiet back there." Ryan said. Brendon mumbled something under his breath that neither of us could hear.

"You'll have to speak up, bub, Dallon and I can't hear you." Ryan coaxed.

"I don' wan' Spence to have to take care of me. What if he thinks I'm gross or w-weird." He whined. Ryan reached his arm into the back and rested his hand on Brendon's knee.

"Bren, it's Spencers job to look after you. He's done it before, he won't think you're gross or weird, trust me." Ryan comforted. Brendon nodded but was still very quiet. I reached into the glove box and took out a spare pacifier that we always keep in there. I reached back and handed him the pacifier. I felt him take it from my hand and I assumed he put it in his mouth, I couldn't take my eyes off the road. Eventually we arrived at Spencer's. Ryan offered to take Brendon's bags in while I took Brendon inside. I took Brendon out of the back seat, picked him up and walked to the front door, Ryan trailing behind us. I knocked on the door and waited. A few seconds later, Spencer opened the door. Brendon was getting flustered, trying to hide himself in my jacket, I should really stop wearing over clothes.

"Bren, you don't need to be flustered, Spencer's seen you little before. You got along so well with him when you were little last time." I said as I gently stroked his back. Ryan gave Spencer an apologetic look, Spencer just smiled and shook his head, signalling that he was fine with what was happening.

"D-Dada, 'm wet." Brendon whispered in my ear.

"Alright baby, when Ryan and I leave, you can ask Spencer to change you, ok?" I whispered back as I bounced him a little bit. He groaned and buried his face in my neck. I put him down while Ryan handed Spencer Brendon's bags and a piece of paper that was his rules and punishments. When the time came to say goodbye, Brendon refused to let go of Ryan and I so we had to pretty much pry him off of us. We each gave him a kiss and said bye to Spencer as well.

~~Brendon's Pov~~

I didn't want to say goodbye to my daddies. Not just because I'd miss them but also because I was still embarrassed about Spencer taking care of me, I hated being little around other people. I watched Dallon and Ryan pull out of the driveway and take off down the road. I wanted to be big so badly but I was upset, which would make it extremely difficult to age up.

"You wanna go inside, Bren?" Spencer asked. I looked at him and nodded. He bought my bags in and took them up to the room that I would be staying in. I sat down on the couch and fiddled with my fingers. I forgot that I had the pacifier in my mouth so I hastily took it out and placed it on the table. I started crying. I don't know why, actually, I probably do, but suddenly I was just crying and I couldn't control it. When Spencer walked back into the room and saw me crying, a look of worry washed over his face and he rushed over to me, sitting on the couch and pulling me into his lap. I tried to get out but he didn't let me.

"Hey hey hey, Bren, why are you crying? What's wrong?" Spencer asked. I decided that since he wasn't going to let me go, I should make the most of the situation. I buried my face and cried into Spencer's shirt. He shushed me and bounced me a bit in an attempt to calm me down.

~~Spencer's Pov~~

I think I knew why Brendon was upset, but I didn't want to assume anything incase I was wrong. Brendon's hands gripped the back of my shirt like his life depended on it while he cried into my shirt. I continued to shush and bounce him until he calmed down. His face was still buried in my shirt but he was just sniffling now. I lifted his face so that he was looking at me.

"Bren, can you tell me what's wrong please?" I asked softly.

"I-I miss my d-daddies." He said. He mumbled something after that though. Something that I didn't hear.

"I know B, I know. And what was that? After you said you missed your daddies? I didn't hear." I said. Brendon blushed like mad and buried his face in my shirt again. I lifted his face up again, this time gripping his chin a little bit so that he couldn't look away.

"Brendon? You know one of your rules is that you always have to tell me what's wrong." I told him sternly. He squirmed uncomfortably. He mumbled something under his breath again, this time a little bit louder. I still couldn't hear him.

"I'm going to count to three. If you don't tell me what's wrong, you're going straight to timeout." I warned.

"'m wet." Brendon said suddenly. Shit, that's why he didn't want to tell me. I felt so bad that I pressured Brendon. But then again, if he'd kept it on he would've gotten a rash.

"Oh Bren, I'm so sorry I pressured you, but if you'd kept it on, you would've gotten a yucky rash. We'll get you changed now, ok?" I said. Brendon whined and buried his face in my neck, once again (Ok wow Brendon buries his face in things a lot, it's cute though, right?). I sighed and stood up with Brendon in my arms. I carried him to his temporary bedroom and sat him on the bed while I scavenged through the bags looking for what I'll need. I took out a pacifier as well, the one I got him, and handed it to Brendon, because I knew he'd probably be really embarrassed, and Ryan warned me that when he was embarrassed, Brendon cried. A lot. He put the pacifier in his mouth and sat there, nervously waiting for the ordeal to begin.

"Can you lay down for me Bren?" I asked. He did so and covered his eyes. I took off his jeans and his wet diaper, replacing it with a clean one. I put the dirty one in the bin and packed away all of the supplies.

"All done B. Now, could you tell me how old you're feeling?" I said. He cautiously held up two fingers. I decided to leave him in just a shirt and a diaper for now. I picked him up and carried him back into the living room, the next few days were going to be long.