Little!Tyler
Daddy!Josh

"Okay, Bumble, the cookies are in the oven," Josh announces, setting the timer on the oven.

He hears humming coming from the living room, where Tyler is currently scribbling in his Paw Patrol coloring book. Josh smiles to himself and thinks about how cute his boyfriend is. He enters the living room. Tyler is sprawled out on the floor, a pile of crayons scattered by his head.

"Did you hear me?"

Tyler looks up, his tongue captured between both of his teeth. He shakes his head no, a soft pink hue dusting across his cheekbones. Josh takes a seat next to him and presses a kiss against his forehead.

"The first batch of cookies is in the oven."

"First batch?" Tyler asks, turning his attention back to his coloring book.

"I made enough for two," Josh explains, watching Tyler color the police pup. "Since when does Chase have pink fur?"

Tyler giggles, making Josh's heart swell. "Since I gave it to 'em."

"He looks pretty," Josh compliments, making the little one smile.

"Pretty like me?"

"Not as pretty as you, but still pretty," Josh decides, watching Tyler's cheeks turn red.

"M'love you's, Daddy."

"I love you too, Bub. I'll be right back."

Tyler nods, not taking his attention off of the pink puppy. Josh heads down the hallway to the bathroom to do his business. He washes his hands with the Frozen hand soap Tyler had picked out at the store. It smells like berries and reminds Josh of the brunette. He always smells fruity.

Tyler isn't in the living room when Josh comes out. Instead, he finds the little one in the kitchen. His fingers are digging inside of the bowl that contains the rest of the cookie dough.

"Tyler!" Josh says, startling the boy.

His doe eyes look fearful as he looks at Josh, his hand frozen in mid-air with cookie dough coating his fingers. Tyler's mouth hangs open, like he was just about to put his fingers in his mouth.

"What are you doing? Don't you want cookies?"

"M'want the dough, too..."

"Bumble, you can't eat raw cookie dough. It's not good for you."

"Please, Daddy!" Tyler frowns, the sand-colored dough still sitting on his fingers.

Josh sighs. "Since it's already on your fingers, go ahead. No more though, okay?"

Tyler perks up at that, his mouth closing around his fingers as he eats the raw cookie dough. He moans at the taste.

"S'yummy! More, please?"

"I already said no. C'mon, let's go color."

Josh holds out his hand, but Tyler crosses his arms. His lower lip juts out in a pout. "Please, Daddy!"

"I said no. You're not being a good boy right now, Tyler. Stop pouting."

Tyler huffs, but places his hand in Josh's. They walk in the living room together and sit down in front of the coloring book.

"I gotta go potty," Tyler says.

"Go potty then, Bub. I'll be right here."

Tyler nods and lifts himself off the floor. He goes to walk down the hallway, but when he's sure Josh isn't watching, he sneaks into the kitchen. His little fingers dip into the bowl, scooping up more of the raw dough. Tyler drags his fingers against his tongue, the cookie dough sliding into his mouth. It tastes so good, how could something that tastes good be bad for you?

Tyler greedily shovels more into his mouth, holding back from moaning at how yummy it tastes. He's eaten nearly a quarter of what was in the bowl before Josh catches him.

"Tyler!" Josh yells, his eyes wide in surprise. "Wash your hands right now!"

Tears swell in Tyler's eyes but he listens to Josh, washing his hands with the Little Mermaid hand soap by the sink. Josh beckons for Tyler to follow him with his index finger, and the boy glumly follows him into the living room.

"Why did you lie to me?"

"M'sorry, Daddy. S'just yummy an' I wanted more," Tyler mumbles, his head hanging in shame.

Josh sighs, but pulls Tyler to sit on his lap. "Baby, the cookies will be even more yummy. Now we don't get to have as many, since you ate the dough."

"M'sorry," Tyler repeats, trying real hard not to cry.

"It's okay, Bumble. I should punish you, but it's late and I know you're probably tired."

"No m'not!"

Josh chuckles, his hand soothing over Tyler's back. Tyler had to be in bed in a half hour, but he usually got tired around 9 and by 10 he got grouchy. It was about 10 now, Josh realized. They definitely needed to go to bed soon.

"Okay, baby. Let's finish coloring while the cookies cook, okay?"

Tyler nods and slides off of Josh's lap onto the floor. He picks the pink crayon up and continues coloring. Josh joins him, but instead of coloring, his hands are busy tracing shapes on Tyler's back.

They stay like that for a while, until the oven beeps. Tyler gasps and jumps up. He runs into the kitchen with Josh right behind him.

"Cookies, cookies, cookies!"

Josh laughs and slides an oven mitt on over his hand before taking the tray out of the oven. He sets it on the stove top.

"Don't touch it, Bub. It's hot. You can go sit down and I'll get you cookies and milk."

"In a sippy?"

"Do you want it in a sippy cup?"

Tyler smiles and nods his head, his fluffy hair bouncing. Josh sends him in the other room while he takes the cookies off the tray and puts them on a paper plate. He scoops the rest of the dough into little balls and puts the tray back in the oven. The timer gets set, and Josh places four out of the twelve cookies on a separate plate. Josh fills Tyler's Hello Kitty sippy cup with milk, then joins him in the other room.

"Can we watch Tangled, please Daddy?"

Josh nods and puts the movie in. He sits beside the smaller, handing him the sippy cup. His two cookies are gone in a minute, while Tyler is too focused on the movie.

"Are you gonna eat your cookies, baby?"

Tyler gasps, as if he had forgotten. He wolfs the cookies down, once again moaning at how delicious they tasted.

"So yummy, Daddy. M'love you's."

"I love you too, Pumpkin," Josh responded.

Tyler placed himself in Josh's lap. He cuddled into the older, drank his milk, and watched the movie. It wasn't even ten minutes later until Josh felt the boy get heavy. He smiles to himself, his arms holding Tyler just a bit closer.

"My little cookie monster," Josh whispers, planting a kiss on the sleeping boy's forehead.