A/N sorry, had a little writers block on this... worked on some other stuff and I think it came out alright.

"You seem really wiped today Brendan." Edmund commented from his seat in the armchair. His paper rustled as he turned the pages and I stared listlessly at the boring television program.

"I don't feel like I'm getting enough rest. I'm sleeping better, mostly thanks to you, but I don't feel rested." I complained and leaned over the edge of the couch dramatically. I was pouting, and Edmund regarded me with amusement.

"All you do is come home and watch tv or work out if you aren't doing overtime, so no wonder you are tired all the time. It can't be good for you. Don't you have any hobbies?" He glanced over at me over the paper and raised a brow. I thought about it. I couldn't think of anything I did that wasn't work or exercise. Maybe I did need a hobby. But what? I liked watching movies with Edmund, particularly cartoons.

"Ummm, I don't know. I'm not any good at drawing. I never read anything that isn't work related. I don't think I want to read outside of work too. Would you read to me? You have a nice voice and I wouldn't mind so much if you read it to me." I smiled and tilted my head at him. He rolled his eyes, but agreed.

"Alright, we will go and choose a book at the store tomorrow okay?" He offered. I pouted and flopped back, not even bothering to watch the show on tv now.

"But I'm bored today. What should I do today?" I whined.

"Brendan, quit being a brat. It is late, the stores will close very soon and I'm too tired to go out for a book tonight. Why don't you do the crossword puzzle in that section there." He suggested as he pointed to the paper on the coffee table. I looked over at it, then back at him. He was ignoring me again. I hated when he just acted like I wasn't there if I wanted his attention.

I flopped on the floor, successfully gaining his attention. Then I rolled to the coffee table, reached up and slid the paper onto the floor in a messy heap. I began tossing the papers that weren't the crossword away with a huff. This was stupid. I wanted to talk, or play with him, or cuddle... not do a stupid crossword. I found it and then realised I didn't have a pen. I laid on the floor with the papers under me, the crossword on my head and pouted.

"What are you doing?" Edmund asked sternly. I shrugged, realised he couldn't see me and spoke.

"I don't have a pen." I muttered. He laughed. I heard the tinkle of plastic rolling across the wooden floorboards and looked to my side to see a blue pen. "Thanks." I said despondently. He was still chuckling at me. I was still pouting. I laid on my side, talked out loud as I tried to figure out the clues, and tapped the pen on the floor as annoyingly as possible.

"Are you sure you have never been a little before?" Edmund was standing over me, staring down with a suspicious look in his eyes. I was confused.

"What?" I chewed on the end of his pen until he reached down to take it out of my mouth. He was crouched beside me, watching me as I tried to figure out what he meant. Was this the kinds of things the boy from the coffee shop did? That made me annoyed. I wasn't sure why, but just the thought of Edmund giving his attention to that boy made me want to be even more of a 'brat.' Edmund got up and tapped on my tablet a few times, then gave it to me.

It was a website. It was describing things for your little to do to keep busy. It talked about temper tantrums and attention seeking behaviours. It talked about ways to relax together and separately. It talked about ways to punish your 'Little' if the behaviours got out of hand. I read on with interest. It didn't sound so bad. I had never been spanked before so I didn't know how I felt about that. I was down with trying some of the activities though.

Especially colouring. I remembered when one of my nannies had given me a colouring book once. They had taken it away because it wasn't educational enough, but the school let me colour pictures of animals and write out descriptions too. I walked over to Edmund shyly, pointed at the tablet when I had his attention again and hopped a little.

"I want to do that! Can we get some colouring books from the store too? I haven't coloured in years!" I said excitedly. He laughed and nodded.

"Sure baby. We can get you some colouring books, some crayons and whatever else you want from that site. Okay?" He pulled me onto his lap and I curled up contentedly with the tablet in my arms. He turned off the tv, shifted his paper to one side and kept reading, but I was happy to stay still and let him read now that I was where I wanted to be.

*

I loved shopping in stores and I think Edmund hated shopping with me. After the fourth time I tried to sneak away to look at the toy section, he forced me to hold his hand and walk next to him. I didn't really mind holding his hand in public. In fact, I think if I had known he would do that if I wandered off I would have wandered sooner. We were looking at adult colouring books. They looked kind of hard to colour with crayons because the pictures were all fine lines and boring squiggles.

"What about that one over there?" I pointed to a book further down with a bright red car on the front. He seemed surprised but sidled down to a bunch of books that I liked much better. The pictures were bigger, the cartoons were fun, and it had thick lines for me to keep from screwing up.

"Are you sure? This is the kids section. I wasn't sure if you were ready for that sort of stuff yet." He was watching me carefully. I understood what he was subtly suggesting. He was asking if I was on board with his kink for being a Daddy, really. I shrugged.

"I guess I don't know until I try it, right? Besides, I like these better. I want to introduce stuff a little bit at a time, starting with these. We will start out slow, okay?" I looked to him for agreement and he was smiling broadly.

"Sure thing baby. That sounds like a great plan. Is there anything else you want from here? I saw you looking at the toy section. Let's go over and pick out one or two items okay?" He was encouraging me to look and choose toys I wanted? My eyes lit up like stars in the skies and I pulled him back to the toy section. I touched everything, from squishy balls and fluffy animals to hard plastic dinosaurs and remote controlled cars.

Edmund suggested I not get anything noisy since I had neighbours to worry about in the complex that might not be so understanding of sirens going off at all hours. I agreed with him after all my cooking fiascos, even if the fire truck was really neat. These were nothing like the educational toys I had growing up. Less high tech and practical, but so much more interesting.

I settled on a squishy ball, a set of plastic dragons, a remote controlled car and my colouring books with crayons. The cashier thought someone was getting lucky for their birthday, but Edmund and I just grinned at each other. I bugged him the whole way home to open my new toys, but he made me wait so I didn't make a mess in the car. As soon as we got in the door to the apartment I went into the living room, sat on the floor and began prying my stuff out of the boxes and plastic.

I think they made all the packaging adult-proof. I was swearing and sweating as I tried to remove the twist-ties, plastic straps, staples and tape from the toys. How in the hell did they expect anyone to get into these things? Edmund came over with a knife and a pair of scissors, expertly cutting and snipping the packaging away for me as I watched in fear. One slip and you were a bleeding mess. What was I thinking? Maybe I should have just bought all stuffed animals.

"There you go, baby. All set." He handed me a pile of toys and I stared at the bright colours and shiny plastic in my arms. These were mine. I had my very own toys. I didn't have to share with anyone from school, because school was long over. I didn't have to fight anyone to be allowed to play with them. I got to pick them out myself. I just sat there. All my toys in my arms. What should I do with them? Should I keep them in my bedroom?

I looked around the room. There was a couch, a chair, a coffee table and an entertainment unit with my tv on it. So much space was empty, leaving it open for me to play in. It made more sense for me to keep them here but I needed it to be out of the way. I remembered the laundry basket that Edmund had bought me suddenly and I threw all the toys haphazardly onto the couch. Edmund got a worried look on his face as I tore out of the room.

I dumped the clothes that were inside onto the floor and came back out into the living room. Sure enough, the basket was the perfect size to sit next to my entertainment unit. I smiled and filled the basket with my new toys. There was lots of room for more to go inside, and that made me happy. I heard a sigh from Edmund and looked over to see him standing over me with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face.

"Brendan. What did you do with the dirty clothes that belong in that basket?" He asked me. I shrugged.

"I dumped them. It looks better here. I need the basket for my toys now." I explained. He shook his head.

"Don't you think you should have just asked for a new basket, instead of taking the dirty old one?" He said patiently. I started in surprise.

"Oh. Yeah I guess. Oh well. Done now. I am keeping this one. Just go into my wallet and order another laundry basket with my credit card." I turned away carelessly and chose a colouring book with crayons to play with. Edmund muttered a bit about entitled princes and I smiled to myself. He thought I was his prince? I loved it. I wanted to be his prince, his boy, his anything and everything. Why not?

"Alright come here and get your lunch, little prince." He called from the doorway to the kitchen. I jumped up and ran to the table, but he grabbed my collar and pulled me back.

"What? What are you doing? I'm hungry." I complained. He grabbed a hand and flipped it up so we could both see my fingers. Oh. They were red from the crayon I was using. I blushed and went to the washroom to soap up my hands. Then I joined him at the table.

"Do you mind if I say grace?" He asked me hesitantly. I shrugged. I didn't even know what he was talking about. "Dear Lord, thank you for the opportunities you give us in our life. May we be smart enough to see the subtle paths you provide, and sensible enough to walk them."

"What was that for?" I tilted my head at him. He grinned at me and dug in to his food.

"I was brought up religious. It is one of the rituals that we do before eating." He explained to me. I ate my food and considered the matter.

"I don't think my family had a religion. Except maybe money. You can believe whatever you like Edmund. It doesn't bother me." I smiled at him and he grinned back.

*

"I don't want to go to work." I stared at the alarm clock. The bright blue numbers mocked me with the time, which was ticking down to me having to leave. I felt the heavy arm wrapped around my waist give a little squeeze. "I don't want to work anymore."

"Sweetie, responsibilities come first. As soon as you come home, you can get in your pajamas and play with your new toys again. Okay? I promise, I won't let anything get in the way of play time." He kissed my neck tenderly and I squirmed. I huffed and threw off the covers, pouting as the warm body moved away from me so I could get up. I missed the warmth immediately and it took all my energy not to lay back down. I really wanted to be a blanket burrito.

"I have three meetings today." I told him as I pulled off my pajamas. I washed up quickly and picked out a suit. Edmund got up to pee and took pity on me, taking the tie from my fumbling hands and easily swinging it into place. I yawned rather widely into his face and he laughed at me. I just growled a little and then went looking for breakfast. There was a bowl of sliced fruit in the fridge and I paired it with a hard boiled egg, glass of juice and fresh baked muffin.

I was eating better than I ever had before. I probably shouldn't be feeling so cranky lately. Maybe it was because my life was going so well that I wanted it to be perfect. My kind of perfect that is. I wanted to do things my way, go places I wanted to go, just exist how I wished I always could for awhile. I thought about it the whole time I was eating.

"You should head out now, Brendan. Otherwise you'll be late." Edmund reminded me, kissing my head before heading to the fridge himself. I yawned again. I just about tripped on my way to the door. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Are you planning on driving today?"

"Yes, I have to. I need to go over to Techrican later today, so I will have to take my own wheels." I mumbled tiredly. He shook his head worriedly.

"You are dead on your feet. How do you expect to drive like this? Give me a second and I will drive you to work today, okay? I can drive you to Techrican later too, just tell me what time." He said kindly. I nodded sleepily and waited like a zombie by the door for him to pull on some quick clothes and a jacket. When he was ready to go, we left for the elevator and went down to the car park. I had rented him a second spot so he could park inside.

We went to his car and got inside. Then he tried to turn over the engine. I say tried, because it didn't start. In fact, it didn't do much of anything. He tried again and it did nothing. He started to swear and I got out my phone. First person I called was my mechanic, not that I didn't think Edmund had one, just mine was the best in the city.

"Hey Karen. Can you come by my complex and take a look at my boyfriend's car? It won't start... No, there's no clicking... Nothing... Yep, I will let the security guard know. Thanks Karen." I put my phone away, looked towards a forlorn Edmund and got out of the car. I went around to the Driver's side and pulled him out of the dead car.

"I've had this car for years... I don't understand. I take care of it, get checkups, I just had some work done with the sparkplugs recently." He was mystified and sighed in frustration. I gave him a hug, because that is what makes me feel better. He squeezed me tight and apologised. I shrugged. At least I still had my keys on me. I took him over to my car. He stopped dead in front of it and looked at me, really looked at me, in utter shock.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Drive me to work." I smirked at him and got in the passenger side like it was nothing.

"This is a Bugatti." He stood there muttering. I laughed and shouted to him.

"Come on! We are going to be late!" He barely fit and had to adjust the seat before we could leave. The whole time we left the parking garage he kept muttering to himself.

"A fucking Bugatti. Goddamn prince drives a fucking supercar. Of course he does. Spoiled shit." I just grinned at him as he handled the car with an ease and enjoyment I had never seen with his old beast of a car. He was in his glory, stroking the wheel like it was a lover.

"That is why I let you drive everywhere you know. I mean, this thing is rather flashy." I commented when he finally stopped griping.

"Why'd you get it then?" He asked finally, looking over in curiosity. I shook my head.

"I didn't. You seem to forget the kind of life I lived before I met you. I was given exactly what I was supposed to have. I was supposed to look a certain way, have certain things, and do things their way. It was not just a life; it was a lifestyle. Wear this, drive this, have this job, and don't question us. That was the family motto." I explained to him. He shook his head sadly. It was a different world, but no less miserable to navigate than his had been I would imagine.

He glided through traffic turning heads and pulled up out front of the office building. Then he looked unsure. I just smiled and got out of the car. After coming around to the curb, I gave him a hug and asked him to pick me up at 2:30 pm since my meeting was at 3 pm. He nodded faintly, scratched the back of his head and looked back at the car.

"Uh, what should I do with the car in the meantime? Do you want me to park it here? I don't work today so I will probably go home. I need to exchange some things and pick up some stuff." He turned back to me, frowning at the big smile on my face as I handed him the fob. I really liked watching him drive my car. I knew he really appreciated it. So I didn't even think about it before I said it.

"Take it for the day. Have some fun. I'll see you at 2:30." Then I turned and went into the building.

*

"There's a car here for you, Brendan, sir." The administrative assistant from the department I was visiting got off the phone with wide eyes and told me with awe. I smiled at her and nodded, ending my conversation with her boss and making my way to the elevator. In the front entryway, a crowd of people had suddenly found business in the lobby that was pressing and managed to find time to look out the window.

There he was. My beautiful, manly boyfriend standing next to my beautiful, sexy car. I was so happy in that moment; I could let go of my worries. I walked out with my head held high and the sweet man opened my door for me so I could slip inside. Then he went around to the driver's side and slipped in the seat. We grinned at each other as he pulled out into traffic.

"How was your morning?" I asked him. He licked his lips.

"Amazing. Thank you baby. Driving this thing around was really fun." We smiled at each other with the understanding that came between two people who liked the same thing. We sat back and enjoyed the drive across to Techrican. There wasn't too much traffic and the roads here were decent. He dropped me off at the door and the doorman needed a jostle to remind him to open the door for me. I signed in at the desk and got my ID badge before going to my meeting.

It was boring, but I got it done. Word had spread about my entrance in an instant, so the people I was working with suddenly got really friendly about our deal. It made me sigh internally about how materialistic people in my business could be. Made me appreciate Edmund all the more. I couldn't wait to get home and put this whole job stuff on a shelf for awhile. My phone buzzed in my pocket near the end of the meeting and I waited to check it on my way out.

It was Karen, said we needed to get over to the shop ASAP. I sighed and went out to meet Edmund with my car. All I had to do was text him and he was waiting for me. It was like a dream to me. I smiled and gave him directions to the auto body shop I exclusively used. We pulled in and watched the rail thin woman with coveralls wipe her hands and come over to talk to us.

"This him?" The asked brusquely. I nodded and smiled at him. She stuck out a semi-dirty hand and he didn't hesitate to shake it. "I like him."

"What's the news?" He asked her. She shook her head.

"Not good. Might as well get a new car. Wasn't the spark plugs causing your problems before. They changed them for no reason. You had some warping and now the engine is blown. Take a whole lot of money and a miracle to fix it now." She scratched her head, swinging her ponytail as she looked behind her at the poor old VW.

"Dammit." His mouth tightened and he blew out a deep sigh. I put a hand on his arm in comfort. "It will have to wait. I don't have a whole lot of savings right now." She nodded and left us be.

"I'm sorry Edmund. Is there anything I can do?" I swallowed down all the suggestions I wanted to make to help him out. It wasn't up to me; it was his car.

"Just being here is enough baby. Thank you for having it checked out for me." He hugged me to his side in one of his awkward side-hugs that I loved. I snuggled into it even though Karen was watching us.

"Are you sure? Maybe I could just get you a new car?" I proposed innocently. He growled at me.

"Are you crazy? There is no way you are buying me a car. How long have we known each other now? Months? Not even a year? No. No way. It is a sweet thought but I can't accept." He was mumbling into my hair so no one could overhear.

"It's fine. Really. Listen, I'll put it in my name. I needed a less flashy go-getter anyways. You can just borrow it when I am not using it. You can drive me to work and then pick me up at the end of the day. I like that. It makes me feel good when you can do that for me." I pouted at him and he stayed silent. He was thinking about it, I could tell. He couldn't argue my logic. He knew I was going to get my way eventually anyways.

"Fine, but I pick the car and I only use it when I absolutely need to." He finally agreed. I smiled because I had gotten my way and nodded, ready to agree to anything. I had a little skip in my step when we left the garage after Edmund asked Karen to dispose of his old car and he had emptied it out.