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Sleepy Time, C.B., DCM

Y/N = Your Name

N/N = Nick Name

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(Spelling mistakes in Y/N's speech are intentional. )

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Corbyn Besson 

4 Years Old

" -And they lived happily ever after. The end. " Corbyn yawns while sitting up and closing the fifth book he's read that night. He stretches, his body aching from being in the same position for an hour. Yeah, Y/N's bed is a little uncomfortable but who could resist the adorable puppy eyes Y/G'd given when asking for him to sit next to Y/G. 

" Anoter! " Y/N demands, still very awake, unlike Y/G's exhausted father. 

He'd forgotten just how bad he'd missed sleep when he was away on tour. " No. Sorry, kiddo. Sleepytime. Tomorrow we can read some more, alright? Daddy's tired and needs to go to sleep, so do you. " 

Y/N pouts. " But daddy! " 

" Y/N. Come on. Please? " Not wanting to fight with his bullheaded child, Corbyn racks his tired brain for something to use as leverage. " If you go to sleep now I'll buy you the Unicorn Ice Cream you wanted today at the store. " 

" For breakfast? " Y/N asks with a slight smirk. 

" Yes. Fine. For breakfast. " Corbyn knew he'd regret agreeing to this, but hey, when you're sleep deprived you can sometimes get desperate. 

" Okay! " Y/N jumps under the paw patrol covers, clutching a Chase stuffie under Y/G arm. " Na' night, daddy. " 

Corbyn tucks in Y/N, kissing the child's forehead. " Night, baby. Sleep well. " He turns off the bedside light on the nightstand next to Y/N's small bed. As soon as the main light turns off, the bright night lights Corbyn had set up for Y/N start to shine. 

Y/N flips onto her side, closing Y/G eyes with a content sigh. " Love you, daddy. " 

" Love you, honey. " Corbyn slowly leaves the room. He closes Y/N's door, leaving it a crack open in case Y/G needs him for some reason. He sighs, already dreaming of sleep in as long as he can. Not that it's likely to be any more than a dream. Knowing Y/N, it's more than likely Y/G'll wake him up before seven. 

Corbyn flips the hall light off, closing his door almost completely when entering his room. He falls onto his bed, closing his eyes happily. He starts to drift off when 

Just before Corbyn falls asleep completely, he hears a creak. The creak is followed by little patters on the hallway floor getting a little louder as they get closer to the room. Corbyn takes a breath, knowing exactly who it is. He forces himself up. " Y/N, what are you doing? I told you to go to sleep. " Corbyn narrows his eyes at his young kid. 

Y/N ignores his annoyed expression. " Why does my tongue stick to the top of my mouth? I wanna monkey! I'll name him Yoyo! " Y/N says excitedly. 

" Y/N, no. We're not getting a monkey. I don't know why tongues stick to the top of people's mouths. " Corbyn stands up. " It's time for bed, Y/N. Not talking time. Come on. Daddy needs to sleep. " Corbyn picks up Y/N, making his way down the hall. " Now go to sleep. " Corbyn turns to leave. 

" You didn't tuck me in. " Y/N protests. 

Corbyn turns around. " Fine. " He tucks in Y/N tightly, praying Y/G will go to sleep and let him get some rest. " Good night. " 

" Night. " Y/N smiles at me.

" Go to sleep. " Corbyn says in a stern tone. 

Corbyn makes it back to his room. He once again falls back onto his bed and this time finally falls asleep. 

" Daddy? " 

Corbyn groans. " Y/N! " He sits up again. " Why are you awake? Why are you here? Didn't I just tell you to go to sleep? Didn't I just tuck you into your bed? " Corbyn snaps. 

Y/N frowns. " I'm sorry, daddy. I wanted to give you a hug. " 

" Okay. " Corbyn hugs Y/G briefly before leading Y/N back to Y/G room. " This is the last time you'll come to my room, okay? I need to get some sleep. I barely got any sleep on the plane and I had to stay up all night for work. Daddy's really tired. I need to sleep. " 

Guilty, Y/N nods. " I'm sorry. " 

" Just go to bed. " Corbyn says while quickly tucking Y/N. 

" Night. " 

Corbyn nods, closing the door completely. Hopefully, that'll stop Y/G from getting out of bed. 

Corbyn lays down, closing his eyes again. 

The rest is short-lived when a loud crash wakes him up. 

" Y/N! " Corbyn shouts, not pretty angry and annoyed. Corbyn storms out of his room. " What did I tell you? " He opens his child's colorful door. " I told you-what are you doing? It's time to sleep! Not play with toys! You keep ignoring what I say! " 

" I'm sorry! " Y/N says quietly with tears in her eyes. " I was trying to grab the paper. " Y/N gestures to a stack of colorful papers now scattered on the ground. 

Corbyn sighs, feeling bad about snapping at Y/N. " I'm sorry for yelling. " He apologizes. 

" You hate me now. " Y/N whimpers. 

Corbyn shakes his head. " No. No. I don't hate you. I could never hate you, baby. I'm just really tired. I had a long day. "

Y/N sniffles. " 'M sorry. "

Corbyn nods. " It's okay. " Corbyn looks around at the messy floor. Random toys are thrown around everywhere, littering the ground. " Why won't you go to sleep? " 

Y/N looks down at Y/G feet. " I don't want you to leave again. I missed you so so much, daddy. " 

Corbyn steps towards Y/N. " Oh. I'm sorry, kiddo. It's hard for me too. I miss you a lot too. " Corbyn picks up Y/N. " I'm trying to be around more, but I've got a job, you know? I can't let your uncles down. " 

Y/N buries Y/G head in Corbyn's neck. " 'M sorry for keeping you up. " 

Corbyn hugs Y/N tightly. " I love you, kiddo. " He mumbles. 

" I love you too, daddy. " Y/N wraps Y/G arms around Corbyn's neck. " Can I sleep with you tonight? " 

Corbyn nods. " Sure, kiddo. " 

The two go back to Corbyn's room, snuggling into the bed with each other. 

" Daddy? " Y/N asks. 

" Mhm? " 

" Can I get a monkey? " Y/N asks. 

Corbyn laughs. " No. " 

" Awww! "