Nobody understands how much I enjoyed writing this little chapter, especially after all the drama and the emotions in the other chapters, I think this is really cute at most points and I hope you all agree and enjoy it.

Somebody needs to slap me so I can get my shit together on my updates ohmygod

I have a feeling that I won't be ending this fic any time soon so nobody get bored okay 😂

"Brendon, wash your hands if you want to make cookies."

"I did!"

"When?"

"This morning!"Brendon is stomping his foot against the kitchen tiles, an apron that Dallon had bought especially for the hybrid - light blue and decorated with silhouette Disney figures - already wrapped around Brendon's body in order not to ruin his clothing. Dallon is dressed very much the same, although his apron isn't as 'cool' as Brendon's - as Brendon has put it.

After the kissing in the living rooms, things on that side of the things were going normal. Neither Brendon or Dallon had brought it up again after it had happened, and it didn't change anything between them at all, because little or not, Brendon had still allowed Dallon to draw him a bath that night and they had both cuddled in the sand bed until they had both fallen asleep.

Although, Dallon was noticing the slight, subtle changes in Brendon since the reveal of Dallons own past. It wasn't noticeably big, but it was things that Dallon was obviously noticing, such as constantly checking how much that Dallon has ate at dinner, or going as far as mewling at the bathroom door until Dallon has to pee and shower with the bathroom door open just to stop Brendon's mewls.

As much as it warmed Dallon that the hybrid was making a massive effort to care for him, it aches because he knows that it's Dallons position to be worrying and caring for Brendon, not the other way round. It had happened years ago, and despite that, he still struggled with eating on a day to day basis but he's getting better, and he has to admit that Brendon has a lot to do with that.

"Brendon, I watched you wipe your ass an hour ago, you're not baking cookies until I watch you wash your hands."

"I'm not even little, stop watching me in the bathroom."Brendon grumbles grumpily, his kitten eats lowering into his hair as he stomps his way back over to the kitchen sink, sulkily grabbing the bottle of hand soap as he starts to wash his hands to prove to Dallon. He keeps looking over his shoulder, making sure that the man is watching him wash his hands so that he doesn't have to repeat it for the third time.

"You're the one that's scared of the toilet."

"I'm not scared of the toilet!"Brendon flares up in embarrassment, his cheeks roaring red because he's not. Sure when he's little, he doesn't like to be left alone in the bathroom  - and even when he's big he's not that much of a fan of the shower or the hairdryer - but that doesn't mean he's scared of everything in the bathroom.

Okay but maybe the shower.

And the bath.

And the hairdryer.

But not everything.

"You're so mean to me."Brendon grumbles, using the kitchen towel to dry his hands whenever he has finished washing his hands and has gotten the Dallon nod of approval.

"The cruelest."Dallon is rolling his eyes in amusement because as much as Brendon's smart mouth and attitude does his head in most of the time, he loves moments like this where they can just banter back and forth."Cookies?"

"Finally!"Brendon is cheering, throwing the kitchen towel to the side as he rushes over to where dallon is standing next to all of the ingredients. Dallon had gotten out of work early, deciding that today was a good day to treat the hybrid with baking sugar cookies after being so well behaved over the last week.

Dallon also hopes that by baking and decorating cookies together that it'll ease Brendon into his headspace since he's been too preoccupied with looking out on what Dallon is doing and how Dallon is feeling to actually let himself go and slip into his headspace. As much as he loves to spend time with big Brendon, he misses his little boy and being a proper Daddy.

Baking cookies together is as eventful as Dallon thought it out to be, which ends up with the pair of them in hysterics as Dallon aids brendon on blending up the cookie mixture and watches as it messily starts to splatter over the littles face and kitten ears, as well as his apron and hands. He sighs at the mess but nevertheless says nothing of it, he doesn't expect anything less from the messy kitten hybrid.

"I wanna cut out the cookies!"Brendon declares as Dallon rolls out the sugar cookie dough on the sprinkled surface. Brendon's tail is swaying behind him as he eagerly tries to reach for the box of cookie cutters that Dallon had bought on his way home from work. It contained a variety of different shapes, from animals to starts and to music notes.

"Once second, Brendon."Dallon gently tells him, trying to keep an eye on Brendon and on rolling the dough. He catches a curious hand try and reach for the box, one that Dallon lightly slaps away which makes the kitten hybrid mewl at the assault."I said in a second, Brendon. If I see you reaching for it again, I'll put the cookie dough in the bin."

"They're mine cookies."

"They're our cookies."Dallon corrects, setting the rolling pin down as he turns to look at Brendon with a threatening raised eyebrow."And if you keep this attitude up, they're going to be my cookies, and I'll eat them all up in front of you."

"Daddy noooooooo!"Brendon gasps wounded, naming a pained sound in the back of his theist at the mer thought of all of his cookies being ate in front of him by his Daddy. The little rushes over, throwing his arms around the Daddy as he mourns."I'll share my cookies with you, Daddy, jus' don' eat them all on me."

"As long as you behave, I won't."Dallon smirks against the top of Brendon's forehead whenever he leans down to press a kiss there. He twitches his nose whenever one of Brendon's soft kitten ears twitch."Now, how about we cut out some cookies, wait for them to bake and then when Pete and Ryan come over, we can decorate them?"

"I get to pick the shapes though."Brendon declares, wiggling out of the hug so that he can let his Daddy open the box of cookie cutters.

"Of course."He smiles, opening the box and dumping them on the counter carefully."But some of the cookie shapes you'll need to let Daddy cut out because they're very sharp."He tells the little, holding up one of the heart shaped cookie cutters as an example, metal and sharp.

Brendon is agreeing to that, picking out the ones he wants to be cut out into shapes and taking the child safety cookie cutters to cut a bunch of stars and and space ships and teddy bears out, not caring of the placement as Dallon lets him get on with it.

"Daddy, look! It's a bunny! Daddy, look!"Brendon is bouncing on the spot, pointing at the bunny shaped cookie that he had cut out himself without the help from his Daddy, and he's pretty damn proud of that.

"That's awesome, buddy! Are you all finished?"He asks the little with a dazzling smile that makes Brendon's stomach tie up in knots and a blush rise up to his cheeks because he might not say it a lot but Dallon has a beautiful smile. Nodding his head, Dallon sets down the knife he was using to cut up vegetables on a separate board for dinner.

"When is Pete and RyRy coming over?"The kitten Hybrid asks as he steps out of the way to let his Daddy move the cut out cookies onto a tray to be put into the oven, the ones that Dallon has already cut out on the tray as well. He hasn't seen them in a while, not since he was sick as Tyler and Josh have been having him over whole Dallon was at work.

"In a couple of hours. It'll give the cookies time to bake and cool off before we start decorating them."He tells the hybrid, opening the oven so that he can put the cookies in to bake.

"I miss em! Do you think Pete will want to play trucks? Or pretend? O-or watch a movie b-because we gotta watch Peter Pan! Because Petes name is Pete a-and Pete sounds close to Peter so it'll make Pete feel special-"Brendon rambles on excitedly, jumping up and down on the spot with his tail swaying excitedly behind him.

It's in that moment that that Brendon's tail sways across the kitchen counter and hits the knife that Dallon had left there, causing Dallon to panic with hoe close it is to Brendon and make a grab for the falling knife, the tray of unbaked cookies still in his other hand as he grabs the falling knife with the other.

"Fuck!"Dallon swears at the coursing pain that goes through his hand, dropping the tray of unbaked cookies onto the counter as he grabs the knife hand to take it out of his injured hand, wincing at the new sight of blood that's already started gushing from the deep wound in his hand.

"Daddy? Are you okay-"Brendon starts to ask, coming closer to his Daddy and letting out a painful gasp whenever he catches sight of his Daddy's hand."Daddy! You're bleeding!"

"I'm okay, Brendon. It's just a small cut."Dallon tries to reassure as he throws the knife into the sink, going to grab a couple of paper towels to cover the bleeding. It's not the worse of cuts, but it sure is sore, especially with where it's cutting through his skin.

"You're hurt!"Brendon's eyes start to tear up as he follows behind his Daddy, his chest hurting whenever he sees the blood again and he wants to coil away but he has to be brave for his Daddy who is hurt."I know! Imma help you!"

"Brendon, you don't need to-"

"Be right back!"The kitten hybrid is interrupting, whirl winding out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the bathroom where he knows the medical kit is kept. His Daddy had tended to his cut whenever he first hurt himself trying to tidy up broken glass and now it's his turn to look after his Daddy's ouchies.

Returning to the kitchen, Dallon seems to have gotten the bleeding under control, mindfully dabbing at the cut to make sure that the bleeding as indeed stopped.

"Sit! Doctor Brendon is here!"The little tries to keep a face of seriousness as he directs his Daddy to sit at the kitchen table, but a giggle manages to escape his lips. Fondly, Dallon is obeying the command and taking a seat at the kitchen table, resting his hand out on the table for Brendon to inspect."Daddy has an ouchie but don't worry! Imma make it better."

"How kind of you, Doctor Brendon."Dallon is grinning, watching as the little is pulling out a bandage and gauze, as well as anti bacteria spray and wipes - as directed by Dallon. It's entertaining to watch Brendon's face scrunch up in curiosity at the anti bacteria spray, unsure of what it's to do."It's to clean my ouchies."

"I knew that."Brendon's ears flatten into his hair with a half hearted scowl as he follows Dallons light orders on how to clean his cut and bandage him up to keep his cut free from infection. Patting his Daddy's arm, Brendon says in all sincereness with a hint of mockery in his tone;"If you need to cry, it's okay Daddy."

"I think I'll be fine, Baby."He laughs at the comment, unable but to help feel warm in his chest as the little cheeky smile that Brendon gives him in return, finishing up bandaging up his hand.

"One more thing!"Brendon declares before Dallon can take his hand back. He grabs for his wrist, bringing his lips down to press a soft kiss to where Dallons cut is covered."Kisses make everything better, that's what you always tell me!"

"And that they do. Thank you, Doctor Brendon."Pulling the hybrid to stand between his legs, Dallon grins as he presses a kiss to Brendon's left cheek which quickly turns into blowing a raspberry there before saying."My favourite Little Doctor."

This was just a cute little chapter to make up for any emotions in the last chapter so here you are!

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More little Brendon or big Brendon?

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