Roadtrip and Mikey Cobban oneshots bxb

"Whats wrong wye wye?"-randy (ddlb)

Third person pov

Rye sighed as he walking into the apartment, it was quiet but he knew that was because Jack, Brook, and Sonny were out. He had no idea about Andy though, just assuming he was in his room.

His boyfriend-well ex- just broke up with him cause apparently he "wasn't a good enough daddy" which was bull cause he was only using Rye.

He flopped down on the couch, closing his eyes, running a hand down his face, before hearing soft footsteps.

Opening his eyes he saw Andy standing there, paci in his mouth, holding lili-his stuffie-.

Sitting up and opening his arms he said, "come here baby."

Andy climbed into his lap, and pulled his paci out of his mouth.

"What's wrong wye wye?" He asked cutely.

Rye softly smiled, running a hand through Andy's hair.

"You don't need to worry about it baby boy, I'm okay."

He knew he'd end up telling him later, but not while he was little, -never when he was little- cause he knew Andy was only little when everything got too much, when he needed the safety.

"What about you baby boy, you okay? And don't lie to me." He asked concerned.

Andy mumbles something incoherent.

"Speak up hunny, I couldn't hear you." Rye said sternly.

"Too much," the smaller boy whimpered, starting to cry.

Rye pov

"Hey you're okay baby, you're okay. I've got you now. Are you wearing a diaper right now baby?" I asked gently.

Going red in the face, he whispered, "uh uh is can't do it mysewf..."

"That's okay hunny. Do you need one?"

He blushed, pushing his face into my neck to hide.

"It's okay baby boy. Let's get you a diaper on babe." I said, softly.

-time skip cause how the heck do you write that-

Once I had it on him and had his paci back in between his lips, I gave him lili, and just stood and watched him for a little while.

Until he whimpered, doing grabby hands at me, and started to cry.

I picked him up, rocking him, realizing he'd slipped further.

"What's wrong baby?" I cooed.

"Hungwy wann baba pwease pwease gimme baba is sweepy pwease," he whimpered.

"Hey it's okay, my sweet little baby," I cooed, "I'll get you a baba baby."

Walking to the kitchen, I made him a bottle, he started to get more fussy so I continued to rock him until it was done, and then I put the bottle between the sweet little baby's mouth. Watching as his innocent blue eyes stared up at me, blinking slowly cause he was tired.

By the time he was done he was falling asleep in my arms.