What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 3|Daddy's Boyfriend (Part Two): Zarbyn- Fluff

Summary: Jack gets a new dad for Christmas

Jack's POV
" I have one more gift for you, Baby boy."

Milky brown orbs flicked over to Zach, glowing red in the soft light of their tree. The crimson shine only deepening the excited blush that bled from his round cheeks.

" Really?" Jack grinned, happily trotting over to his father. The spaceship he had been so adoringly obsessing over left to roll shortly beside the tree. His little hands warm against Zach's knees.

" Mhm, but you have to cover your eyes," Jack's pretty eyes were covered immediately, shut tight behind his tiny hands.

Zach chuckled, running a fond hand through his plush hair," no peeking. Okay, love?" The older taking a gentle hold on his son's shoulders, slowly guiding him towards the front door.

" I won't peek, Daddy," an excited giggle bubbling in his throat, biting down on his lips as he pressed back into Zach's legs.

" Corby!" Jack shrieked happily, running over to the large blonde.

" Cheater!" Zach scolded playfully," you promsied you wouldn't peek, Jack," chest rumbling with a chuckle.

Jack muzzled sweetly into Corbyn's neck. The taller having kneeled to make it much easier for him to tuck away into his chest. Giggling into his skin.

" I never promised, Dad," the answer blunt and clear. The little boy laughing when Corbyn dipped his head to give him a tender Eskimo kiss.

" Should've read the fine print," Corbyn snickered, looking past Jack to smirk at his boyfriend.

Zach shook his head with a helpless smile. His gaze lovesick as he watched his boys.

" Corby?" Jack tugging gently at his shirt. Drawing cool blue eyes back to him," do you have my other present?"

A sharp intake of breath answered him. Corbyn laying his hand across his heart while pulling away from Jack. The younger giggling at his theatrics.

" So you don't even care about me, huh? You hear your getting a present and I'm thrown out to the dogs."

" No, I love you, but I want my present," whined low, his bottom lip hanging with a pout.

A soft breath passed through Corbyn's nose. His fingers beginning to gently comb through Jack's rich brown locks. The small child leaning sweetly into his careful touch.

" How would you feel if I were your present?" Corbyn wondered, voice no more than a whisper.

Jack tilted his tiny head in response. Forehead wrinkling with confusion," I don't know what that means."

" Jack, do you... d-do you want me to be your dad?"

The much smaller body going still against his chest. Big copper eyes stretching wide as they gazed into his own ice-ridden blue," r-really?" Nothing, but a breath.

" Yeah," Corbyn's hand slipping from Jack's hair to his flushed cheek, cupping there gently as brown orbs began to glisten.

" Baby, no, don't cry," cooed low in his throat, thumb brushing away the hot tears tracing the curves of his face.

" I-I... I really want you to be my dad, Corby," his whimper broken. Corbyn able to feel the way his lip trembled when Jack's hid away against his palm.

" Please be my dad."

Corbyn held the boy close. His strong arms easily encircling his small body. Feeling little fingers grab tight at his shirt. His neck soon dripping with the moist heat of Jack's tears.

" Of course I'll be your dad, baby. Just promise me you won't cry anymore. You know how much I hate it when you cry," his head tilting awkwardly to gaze down at the sobbing child. Leaving a soft kiss against his flushed skin.

" O-okay," tipping his head into Corbyn's lips, earning him another kiss along the bridge of his nose.

" I won't cry anymore, papa. I promise."

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