5sos Hybrid One-Shots

9- Can't Buy Happiness//Part 5 of 5

from:ao3
by: moistmalum

The rest of the day Luke began to wonder if all that fuss about the nappy was actually necessary. Michael seemed fine, maybe a bit quiet for his usual cheery self but it was understandable, seen as the diaper was a new element for him. That's why the blonde didn't make a big deal out of it and just carried on with his day.

"Do you want breakfast, Mikey?" He hummed contently, seeing a sleepy kitten boy appear in the doorframe.
Michael shook his head no with a pout. Luke sighed.
"Mikey, baby, if it's the nappy that bothers you, it's okay. I have one, too, remember? There's nothing to be embarrassed about" Luke tried to reason with the boy. Michael nodded, then sat at the table.
"Wan' brekkie pwease" he mumbled, leaning his chin on his hands. Luke smiled to himself at the thought of his babyboy opening up to him. If he only knew...

After eating breakfast, Luke tried everything in order to cheer his babyboy up a bit. When asked what he wanted to do, Michael simply shrugged, eliciting a groan from his dominant.
The kitten boy had said no to the park, the playground and even the pool and Luke didn't know what to do anymore. He guessed that it was an indoor kind of day.
"Watch Disney, then?" He tried as a last possibility. To this Michael's eyes lit up.
"Mikey like" he grinned shyly, then suddenly flinching. Thankfully his daddy didn't see.
"Disney it is, then" Luke cheered, thankful he didn't have to think of other places to go.

He sent Michael to pick a movie from the many dvds they had, while he went retrieving blankets and a sippy cup full of juice.
When everything was set up, he put on Hercules, much to Michael's request of "huwwy up daddy, wanna see!"
They settled on the couch, Michael sprawled onto his daddy's chest clinging onto his sippy cup.
Just as the movie began, the kitten boy flinched again, this time noticeably.
"Everything okay, bub?" Luke asked unsure of what was going on with his boy.
"Ewerytin' otay, daddy" the distressed boy mumbled. Luke decided to just lean back to his previous position and keep an eye on the boy.

Now that he was paying attention, he noticed that something was clearly bothering the little.
He was squirming every now and then, an expression of discomfort on his face, and from the way he was clinging to his sippy cup, Luke could see he was holding back tears.
Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, Michael started crying rather loudly, burying his face in his daddy's chest.

"Mikey? Love? What's wrong?" Luke asked sitting up and moving the light boy so that he was sitting, too. This caused Michael to only cry harder.
"Michael, please, tell daddy what's wrong" Luke begged, rather panicked at his boy's state.
"H-huwts, daddy" Michael hiccuped, fat tears rolling down his cheeks frantically.
"Where, love?" Luke asked confused. Michael seemed fine three seconds before. He didn't even leave Luke's sight so that he could get hurt.
"N-nap-py" The poor boy answered.

Now Luke understood. Michael was probably having a rash.

Without a word, Luke picked the hiccuping kitten hybrid up and kissed his forehead, hurrying upstairs to where he had set up the changing station.
Michael had his eyes shut with tears rolling down his cheeks and his arms tight around his daddy's neck. He didn't know what was going on, but he was sure as hell that his bum was all itchy and burning.

Luke carefully laid him down onto the soft rug covering the counter, delicately removing his diaper: yep, Michael had an awful rash.
"Babyboy..." he murmured pitying him and at the same time cursing himself for not checking his diaper. Never did it cross his mind that maybe Michael was too embarrassed to admit he had gone potty in his diaper.

"Dada" Michael whined sniffling, flinching when Luke applied some cream to soothe him. The older boy rubbed his sub's bum and thighs lightly, massaging the cool cream so that the burning feeling would go away.
"This is nice, isn't it Mikey?" He tried to cheer him up with a warm, loving smile.
The little nodded, drying up his tears with his fist, then yawning cutely.

"Baby," Luke cooed, making the kitten's ear perk up, "are you tired? Do you wanna take a nap?"
Mikey beamed at the idea: crying and hiding his rash for hours had really tired him out. He nodded sheepishly as Luke dressed him back up with a comfortable and soft pj.

"Mikey, listen to me for a second, love" Luke requested softly, "Of course I'm not mad at you, but you really have to tell me when you use your nappy okay? There's nothing to be ashamed about. Otherwise, you saw what happens. Can you do that for me babyboy?"
The kitten boy looked down, thinking he disappointed his daddy, and pouted while he nodded. Luke kissed his forehead reassuring him, instantly eliciting a shy grin from the younger lad.

"Mikey nap wis Daddy, yesh?" He mumbled with hopeful eyes.
"Of course, babyboy" Luke smiled, propping him up on his waist and heading towards his room.