Josh wakes up early out of habit. It's kind of annoying that he never sleeps in, but it's also not because it means he gets to admire the sleeping beauty.

Tyler is so absolutely amazingly beautifully gorgeous.

Josh smiles as he admires the boy who sleeps curled against his side. The brunette's mouth is hung open, short little breaths escaping every few moments. His eyes dart back and forth beneath closed eyelids, indicating he's most likely having a dream.

Josh touches his fingertips to Tyler's pink cheek, feeling overcome with warmth and love. He could stay like this all day long and never get bored. It's a strange feeling, what Josh has. He's never felt this amount of joy from just simply being in the presence of someone else.

Tyler's long eyelashes rest delicately atop his cheekbones. Josh feathers his fingertips across the boy's face, adoring the subtle constellation of freckles marked across his smooth skin.

"I love you," he whispers, placing the softest of kisses in between Tyler's eyebrows, "so god damn much."

Josh stays like that for a while, appreciating every inch of the sweet boy. It's been probably thirty minutes or so when Tyler begins to stir, nose scrunched and all. A little whine emits from him as he tightens his arm around Josh, pulling him in closer.

"Baby," Josh murmurs, soothing a hand through the boy's mess of brown fluff. "It's okay."

Tyler lets out another quiet whine, this time accompanied by the opening of his eyes. Josh watches in awe as the brunette's milk chocolate eyes scan the room before coming to land on Josh. Tyler smiles.

"Mornin' Daddy."

"Good morning, sweet boy. Did you sleep okay?"

Tyler nods, rubbing his eyes with his fists. "Had a dream about you."

"Yeah? Wanna tell me about it?"

After yawning, Tyler says, "We were makin' sugar cookies together, and I dropped the dough everywhere, and I got so sad and started crying because I thought you would be so mad at me...

But you weren't because you're the best daddy! You gave me a big hug and told me it was okay because we could make more dough and you said you still loved me soooo much."

"You're so cute, honey. I love you," Josh gushes, pulling the boy to lay against his chest.

"I love you too, Daddy," Tyler murmurs. "Makin' me feel little already..."

"That's okay, sweetie. You get to be little with Ryan and Brendon all day today."

Tyler gasps. "Oh yeah! I forgot where we was..."

Josh grins, nuzzling their noses against each other. "I know. Do you want Penny and Thumper, baby? Last night you switched them out for me so I set them beside the mattress to sleep together."

"No, Daddy, wanna cuddle wif you," Tyler hums, resting his forehead on top of the older's and fluttering his eyelashes. "Does I look pwetty?"

"Of course, baby boy. You always look so pretty, and beautiful, and gorgeous, and amazing, and stunning, and-"

"Daaaaaddy!" Tyler giggles, smushing their lips together in a quick, messy kiss. "You's silly!"

"Nuh uh, I'm being honest. You're the most beautiful baby I've ever seen and I'm so lucky you're all mine."

"Daddy's makin' my heart feel fuzzy," the brunette gushes, a soft pink hue dusting over his cheekbones.

"And Daddy's not sorry."

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Tyler tends to get annoyed with people he's around for too long, Josh is coming to learn. He starts out fine with Brendon and Ryan, but the longer they're together, the shorter Tyler's temper gets.

Ryan is the same way, according to Dallon, but Brendon isn't. Hence why Tyler and Ryan always seem to argue more than Brendon does with either of them. He's more mature when he's little, the other two aren't.

However, Tyler insisted that he would be fine playing with Ryan and Brendon alone, and that Josh could stay downstairs with Dallon. So like an idiot, Josh listened.

Tyler sits in the corner all by himself, making a pizza out of playdough. He's perfectly content with being alone while Ryan and Brendon wrestle because he's way too little to join right now.

He takes a small chunk of red playdough and begins making it into little pieces of pepperoni. Just as Tyler begins placing the red pieces on the yellow crust, Ryan gets his attention.

"Tyler! Stop being a loser and play with us!"

Tyler frowns, scrunching his eyebrows together. "'M not a loser, Ryro..."

"Ryan, he's okay," Brendon butts in, trying to prevent an argument. Ryan isn't having it.

"I want him to play with us!" The boy pouts. "But he doesn't like us anymore!"

A soft gasp escapes Tyler. "I wuvs you guys!"

"Nuh-uh!" Ryan argues, storming over to Tyler and getting in his face. "You like your daddy more than us now!"

"Ryan..."

"Quiet, Brendon! It's true!"

Tears swell in the brunette's eyes as he leans away from Ryan's menacing stare. "But... Ryro..."

"I'm not your best friend anymore! You don't like me anymore!"

Tyler can't hold it in anymore. The tears pour out of him like a tea kettle. He's not sure what to say, because yeah, he likes his daddy more than Ryan, but he's still Ryan's best friend! Is it not okay for Tyler to like his daddy mostest?

"What happened?" Dallon asks in his daddy voice, his and Josh's heads poking in the room.

"Tyler doesn't like me anymore!" Ryan speaks first, stomping his foot against the ground in frustration.

"I-I wuv Ryro!" Tyler sobs, making grabby hands at Josh. "He's bein' mean!"

Dallon sighs, looking to Brendon for help while Josh scoops the crying baby into his arms. He rocks Tyler gently, pressing a kiss against his wet cheek.

"Ryan wanted Tyler to play with us and he called Tyler a loser for sitting by himself and then he said that Tyler likes Mister Josh more than him and said he's not Tyler's best friend anymore," Brendon says all in one breath, glaring at Ryan when he sticks out his tongue.

"Ryan," Dallon says in a warning tone. "Is that true?"

"Yes, Daddy, but-"

"No buts. You tell Tyler you're sorry right now."

"But Daddy!"

"Now."

Ryan huffs, crossing his arms against his chest. He stomps across the room to Tyler and Josh, keeping his eyes on the ground. "I'm sorry, Ty."

"No you's not!" Tyler whines, wiping his tears away with the collar of Josh's shirt.

"Baby," Josh says gently, setting Tyler down so he's face-to-face with Ryan. "Ryan is trying to apologize to you."

"He's a meanie! 'M not a loser and 'm still his best friend! He likes Mister Dallon more than me but I's don't get jea..jealous," the brunette grumbles, glaring at the boy who stares at the floor.

"I's sowwy!" Ryan suddenly yells, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he quickly regresses. "I's a big fat meanie! I's sowwy, Tyty!"

"Oh no's," Tyler whispers, wrapping his arms around Ryan in a tight little hug. "Don't cry, Ryro! S'okay, I forgive you's!"

Josh smiles to himself, proud of his baby for handling the situation like a big boy with only a little help. Once the little's hug is over, Tyler instantly turns to Josh, stuffing a thumb in his mouth and making a grabby hand with the other.

Josh gladly takes Tyler into his arms again, patting the boy's back soothingly. "I think it might be time for us to go home."

"I agree," Dallon chuckles. "Bren, Ry, say bye-bye to Ty."

"Bye-bye," they say in unison, both understanding Tyler won't give them a hug because he's too busy clinging to his daddy.

Tyler hums a little "bye-bye" in response, resting his head in the crook of Josh's neck and letting his eyes fall shut.