Show Me Your Love//DISCONTINUED

Little Ryan

~~Bren Pov~~

I woke up expecting to be in between my two favourite people, not needing a blanket because they would keep me warm, but instead, I woke up on the edge of the bed, and instead of me being in the middle, Ryan was. Him and Dallon were wrapped in a warm embrace, still sleeping. I got out of bed carefully, not wanting to ruin their 'special moment'. Yes, I was jealous, because I was usually the one who was getting all the attention, the one in the middle, and it wasn't fair that Ryan was getting that now.

I realised that this was little me thinking not big me, as I'd begun to slip into little space from jealousy. Dallon had one hell of a day in store for him, having two littles to look after couldn't be easy. I was bored and wanted to do something but since I was in little space, there wasn't much I could do without Dallon being there, so me, being the annoying little shit that I was, decided to wake them up.

"Daddyy." I whined as I sat on top of Dallon, who awoke with a start. He moved his arms out from under Ryan and wrapped them around me, pulling me into his chest.

"You're little today?" He asked, already sounding exhausted.

"Yeah." I giggled. Just then, Ryan woke up too. Dallon leaned over and kissed him on the nose, moving one of his long, lanky arms so that he could put it around Ryan again. I pouted and crossed my arms.

~~Dal's Pov~~

So Brendon and Ryan are both little today. Great.

"Bren, can you get off of me please baby? Daddy needs to get up." I said sweetly.

"Nuh uh. I wanna cuddle with daddy!" He whined, leaning in to hug me. I already needed to pee and him putting pressure on my bladder like that wasn't helping.

"Brendon, get off of my lap please." I said again, more sternly this time. Still, he didn't move. "Now." I snapped. He quickly got off of my lap and sat down near the end of the bed. I got up and went to the bathroom, rushing slightly because I was literally about to piss myself. I dried my hands off and came back into the bedroom, not at all looking forward to the day ahead.

~~about 3 hours later~~

Four tantrums, two timeouts and one torn stuffie later, I was finally able to get Ryan and Brendon to the car. Carrying Ryan on my hip and holding Brendon's hand, we walked to the car. Ryan was still crying into my shoulder because of the stuffie that Brendon ripped. I strapped Brendon and Ryan into the backseats and got into the front, resting my head on the steering wheel before starting the car. We arrived at the grocery store and I was praying for (The wicked) two things.
1. That Ryan nor Brendon would throw a tantrum while we were there
2. If they did, no one would be rude about it
Was that too much to ask for? Apparently so.

I was getting some more cereal when Ryan pointed out some sugary cereal that he wanted. I said no, obviously, little Ryan apparently lives for sugary and fattening foods whereas big Ryan avoids them at all costs. He kept bugging me about it until I'd had enough. There was no one else in the aisle so I could've gone full on rage at him, but I didn't.

"Ryan, If you don't stop bugging me about the stupid cereal, you're going to be over my lap first thing when we get home." I whispered angrily. This caused Ryan to tear up. Shit. I quickly pulled him into a hug. He sobbed into my shoulder and I patted his back softly, trying to figure out what to do. I decided that the best way to handle this was to just get the rest of what we needed and go. I picked Ryan up and grabbed some Shreddies, throwing them into the trolley before grabbing Brendon's hand and pushing the trolley to the nearest checkout. Our server was a guy who must've been only 17 or something and luckily, he didn't seem to notice the fact that I was holding a fully grown man or that I was buying pacifiers, stuffies and baby wipes. Ryan was now only sniffling a bit as we walked back to the car. Brendon had been quiet this entire time, which I will reward him for later. I strapped Brendon into the backseat and tried to strap Ryan in but he refused to let go of me. Brendon noticed that I was struggling and tried to help.

"Ryry! c'mere! I wanna tell you something!" Brendon said. Ryan looked over at Brendon and let go of me, sitting next to Brendon and leaning over. "I 'oves you Ryry." Brendon giggled, kissing Ryan on the nose.

"I 'ove 'ou too, Brenny!" Ryan said back. I silently awed at the two and got into the driver's seat, maybe it wasn't that bad having two little's.