little love

5

calum woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. the little had a headache, he was still tired, and he was just completely cranky. so, when his daddy woke him up...he knew from the start that it would be a bad day.

"calum hood, i will not repeat myself," ashton growls as he lays the littles outfit down on the bed. calum, of course, was refusing to get dressed. he just wanted to get back into his pajamas, get back under his blankets, and go back to bed.

the problem with that, was it was almost noon and ashton had already let the little sleep in. but, he couldn't let calum sleep all day. especially when the little has a nap time around two in the afternoon.

"no, daddy. wanna sweep," calum says with another stomp of his foot. ashton bites his lip as he thinks about how he's going to handle this - the last thing he wants to do was punish the little, but he couldnt let calum go all day with his bratty attitude.

"calum hood. i will not repeat myself," ashton says, speaking slowly and loudly that way calum understood him, "clothes on, now. we have things to do today."

"no!"

"one..."

"'oo," calum adds on, crossing his arms over his chest, making more anger burn in ashtons chest.

ashton didn't want to spank him. he didn't want to punish the little at all. yet, calum was just testing him. so, an idea came into ashtons head, along with a smirk to his face.

"fine. get back in pajamas and go to bed," ashton says, not giving calum another look as he leaves the littles room, and goes down to the kitchen. if calum wasn't gonna listen, that wasnt gonna stop ashton from doing what he needed to do.

calum just stood there, mouth hung open like a fish as he watches ashton leave the room. of course he was cranky and all, but his daddy was suppose to guide him. his daddy was suppose to keep him in line, and keep his steady.

yet, his daddy just...left him. the little had no idea what to do. should he just go back to bed? should he get dressed and go to his daddy? the little was so unsure, and all he wanted was his daddys big hand on his back, guiding him.

in the end, calum ended up dressing himself...sort of. the little one had one side of his shortal clipped...and it was clipped on the wrong side. his shirt was backwards, and his socks were in his hands because his daddy always helped him with his socks and shoes.

"daddy?" calum asks as he pads into the kitchen. ashton is sat at the table, eating a bowl of cereal as he reads the newspaper. as he hears calums arrival to the kitchen, he turns around.

"so, you decided to get up and not be lazy, hmm?"

"i...uh," calum stammers, unsure about everything now because of the tone ashton had, "h-hewlp? p'ease?"

"now why would i help you after you already pushed my buttons? you had my help, but you lost it for the day. dress yourself," ashton says, turning back to his newspaper. calums bottom lip trembles as he stares at the back of ashtons head.

a sad feeling overcame him. the little let's out a loud sob, and then turns around and runs to his own room. he throws the socks in a random direction, and curls up on his bed. his daddy had every right to be upset with him...if only he would've listened to his daddy, then maybe his daddy wouldn't be upset with him.

maybe he could be sitting at the table with his daddy, and they could be eating happily.

all of the littles thinking tires him out, and he's fast asleep in no time.

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poor baby ):
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