Josh has the day off, but unfortunately the same can't be said about Tyler.

The older isn't sure what to do with himself without the little around. He's tried watching Netflix, taking a nap, even went for a jog... But he's still bored and he still misses Tyler.

So, a few minutes before noon, he decides to pack the boy a small lunch. Peanut butter and jelly, applesauce, and a sugar cookie is all tucked into a brown paper bag. Josh writes
To: My Prince
From: Daddy
on the bag in black sharpie, and decorates it with little hearts.

When he arrives at the library, paper bag in hand, Dallon is standing behind the front counter. He's reading a book, but looks up when the bell chimes.

"Josh," he smiles, eyes dropping to his hand. "Is that for Ty?"

"Yep. Is he around here somewhere?"

There's a soft gasp from behind a bookshelf, then Tyler's head pokes out from behind it. His eyes light up upon seeing Josh, lips spread in a wide smile.

"Daddy," he whispers, glancing around at the few people browsing the bookshelf by the front door. "What're you doin' here?"

"I brought you lunch," Josh says, displaying the neatly decorated bag with a smile.

After the few seconds it takes for Tyler to examine the bag, a little giggle escapes him. "Daddy! I'm workin'! Don't make me little."

"I'm sorry, honey, I just missed you so much. Is it almost time for your lunch break?"

"Yeah," Tyler says, glancing at the clock above the door. "Maybe Mister Dallon will let you stay with me!"

"How about you go ask him, cutie. Make sure you use your manners."

"I know, Daddy! I'm a big boy," the brunette says quietly, taking the paper bag from Josh and approaching Dallon. "Mister Dallon, my Daddy brought me this. Is it okay if he sits in the back with me while I eat? Please?"

"Of course, Ty. I'll even let you have your lunch break ten minutes early."

"Thank you!" Tyler grins, then turns to Josh and motions for him to come along.

Together they venture into the back of the library, where the little one takes him through a wooden door. It leads to a small room with four yellow beanbags completely surrounded by books upon books.

"This is where I go when I get too little. Mister Dallon has me read big boy books and it helps. Sometimes Beebo, Ryro, Mister Dallon, and I come in here when the library is closed and read stories!" Tyler rambles, taking a seat in one of the beanbags.

"Do I get to join in on the next story time?" Josh asks, sitting in the beanbag beside the brunette.

"Of course, Daddy!" He giggles, digging through his lunch. With a soft gasp, Tyler holds up the sugar cookie. "Jus' what I was lookin' for!"

"Ty-baby, I know you don't want to but you gotta stay big, okay?" Josh says gently, resting his arm over the back of Tyler's beanbag. "You still have a job to do."

"But Daddy..."

"I know, I know. How about this; if you stay big then I'll pick you up after work and take you to get a new stuffie."

"Yes! Okay! I'm a big boy!"

Josh chuckles, pecking the big boy's cheek. "You better be. Mister Dallon might get mad at me if you get too little to work."

"But I'm big, promise!" Tyler assures, ignoring his applesauce and sandwich until he's finished his cookie. "I can even give big boy kisses."

Josh raises an eyebrow. "Big boy kisses?"

"Yep," Tyler nods, shoveling applesauce into his mouth as if he didn't have three chocolate chip pancakes just a few hours ago. "When I'm done eating, though."

"Well slow down, baby. I don't want you to choke."

Tyler huffs, but follows Josh's order and takes his time finishing his lunch. When it's all gone, he declares that he has fifteen minutes until his lunch break is over. "So I can give big boy kisses for fifteen minutes."

"I'm not sure about that," Josh laughs, scooting Tyler out of his beanbag and into his lap. The brunette's thighs are on either sides of the olders, hands cupping Josh's face.

"Can I kiss you, Daddy?"

"Are you sure, sweetpea? Is this okay?"

"Yes it's okay!" He giggles, leaning in to rest their foreheads together. "I wanna kiss my Daddy."

"Are you gonna stay a big boy?"

"Yep!"

"Okay then," Josh lets out a breathy laugh and puckers his lips after saying, "Then give Daddy a kiss."

Tyler doesn't wait a moment longer.

He closes the gap between them, lips parted slightly as they mold against Josh's rough ones. The latter's hands squeeze the younger's sides softly, causing a little giggle to spill out.

"Tickles," Tyler murmurs, teeth bumping against his Daddy's as they both smile.

Tyler's arms wrap around Josh's neck, forearms resting on the back of the beanbag to hold himself up. The man lowers his hands to squeeze Tyler's hips this time, and once again the boy giggles.

"Tickle?" Josh mumbles, lips lazily moving against his little's.

"Mhm," is Tyler's response, not pausing to catch his breath even when he's panting against the man's face.

"Honey," Josh chuckles, pulling back only slightly so their lips are no longer touching but their noses are. "Don't forget to breathe."

"I feel fuzzy," Tyler replies, freckled cheeks dusted with a pretty pink hue. "And I got butterflies in my tummy."

"That's because you love me," the man teases, pecking Tyler's lips once, twice, three times more. "And I love you."

"I wanna go home with you right now," the younger sighs, dropping his head to rest in the crook of Josh's neck.

"I know, tiny, I want that too. But you have a big boy job to do, remember? And before you know it, we'll be at the mall getting you a new stuffie."

Tyler seems content with that. He hums into Josh's neck before sitting up and glancing at the clock. "Don't go..."

"I have to," Josh sighs, wishing he could just stay by Tyler's side forever so he'd never have to be upset. "But I'll be back once the minute hand goes around three times. That's not too bad, huh?"

"I guess not," Tyler frowns, but it's replaced with a smile when Josh kisses him.

"I don't want to see my little boy sad."

"Daddy! I'm not supposed to be little so hush!"

The man chuckles, kissing Tyler one last time before they stand.

"Make sure you're a good boy for me."

"I always am!"