Baby Boy [DISCONTINUED]

58.

Dallon just reads to Brendon for a while before the little decides he wants to go draw some pictures and Dallon just lies down on the couch, watching his little for a while before he falls asleep.

Brendon just draws some pictures for a while before he looks at his daddy and sees that Dallon is sleeping. He pouts a little because he didn't want to draw pictures anymore, he just wanted to watch cartoons now. No, actually. He didn't wanna watch cartoons, he wanted to make his daddy some cookies because he knew that his daddy loved cookies!

Brendon runs into the kitchen and he grabs all the things he thinks he's gonna need for the cookies and he puts everything on the kitchen counter. He just mixes some flour with salt and water and an egg with eggshell and all and then he stirs everything.

After that, he puts on the oven and puts the bowl into the oven before he goes to watch cartoons.

After a while, he goes into the kitchen again and opens the oven door. He reaches for the bowl, but before he can take the bowl of out the oven, he's being pulled away from the oven and put onto the kitchen counter.

"Don't do that, Brendon," Dallon says, apparently having woken up from his nap and he looks at Brendon with a strict look on his face.

Brendon pouts and nods.

"But I was making yous cookies, daddy..." He mumbles and Dallon nods.

"I know, baby. But you know that you're not allowed to make cookies on your own. You could've seriously hurt yourself, baby," Dallon says, reprimanding Brendon, who just nods.

"I's sorry, daddy..." He answers and Dallon nods, just putting the oven off and grabbing the bowl out of the oven while holding a towel.

"You've made such a mess," he says, looking at the bowl and Brendon just frowns, crossing his arms.

"You's mean, daddy!" He says and Dallon looks up at him.

"I wants to make cookies for yous because I's missed you!" He adds, crying and Dallon pulls Brendon into a hug.

"I'm sorry, baby. I was just worried about you because you could've burned yourself," Dallon explains, rubbing Brendon's back softly.

"Hey, please stop crying. Do you wanna go to the store, so we can buy some cookie dough?"

Brendon nods and smiles widely.

"Yeah, so we can still make cookies, daddy!"