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Since getting more comfortable being small around George, it happened more often. It was a nice way to let his brain and body rest. He didn’t always regress for negative reasons, sometimes he’d slip from seeing something cute on YouTube or Twitter. Other times he’d just feel like it and wouldn’t bother stopping himself. Since the new addition of his playroom, he was in there quite a bit, really enjoying it.
That’s where he sat now, rolling his favorite lime green Lamborghini Hotwheels around his room, making little ‘vroom’ noises as he did so. It was later in the afternoon, just about dinner time when George peered into the playroom.
“Hey Angel, you playing with your Hotwheels again?” George smiles gently, crouching down beside his little.
“Mhm! Go vroom round da room!” Dream exclaims, continuing to crawl around with it in his hand.
“That’s great honey, I’m about to make some dinner for you, is there anything you have in mind to eat?” George asks.
Without missing a beat, Dream replies, “S’ghetti pease!”
“You want spaghetti for dinner tonight?” George smiles sweetly as Dream nears him again, ruffling his hair slightly as he passes.
“Yep,” Dream grins, bright and toothy.
“Alrighty lovebug, It’ll be about thirty minutes, I’ll come and get you when I’m done,” George informs, already turning to leave the room.
“No!” Dream whines loudly, crawling towards the door. “Wans help my Papa makes it!” he shouts.
Papa? That’s new.
“Hey, Dreamie, we do not yell, okay?”
Dream crosses his arms with a small pout, “Yeah… sowwy.”
“It’s okay, thank you for apologizing. Now, making spaghetti can be dangerous with the boiling water and I don’t want my little boy to get any ouchies,” George begins, already seeing the frown deepening on Dream’s face. “But, I’ll let you watch me and if you’re good you can maybe help me with some of the things.”
Dream beams up in excitement, “M’kay! I be good an careful to helps!”
“Okay bug, do you want to be carried to the kitchen?” George offers.
“Nuh-uh, cans hold hand when we walk though?” Dream asks shyly.
“Of course!” George takes one of Dream’s hands in his own as he stands up, walking them both to the kitchen.
The pair arrive in the kitchen shortly, Dream quickly hopping up and onto the counter while he waits for George to get things ready. The older boy gets a pot filled with water and sets it onto the electric stovetop.
“Do you wanna turn the stove onto high for me so the water can boil?” George asks, moving to grab the noodles from the pantry.
“Yes! Little helps Papa,” Dream replies happily, not realizing the new nickname for George had slipped out again.
George’s heart warms as he continues getting things prepared.
While he does most of the work when it comes to making the noodles he lets Dream do small and safe things to keep him happy and satisfied.
“Hey Angel, do you want to gently stir the noodles for me?” George offers, holding the end of the wooden spoon towards him.
“Mhm!” Dream takes it gratefully, doing as he’s told and very carefully and gently stirring circles in the pot.
While Dream is occupied he begins to start and tend to the sauce, letting it simmer on medium heat.
“Alright bug, all there is to do now is wait for it to finish, is there anything you’d like to do until the food is ready?” George gently cups Dream’s face as he talks before placing a small kiss to his forehead.
“Help set the table? Dream asks, giving his famous puppy-dog eyes.
“Okay, okay, no need to use your cute little face to persuade me,” George pinches his cheeks eliciting a cute little giggle from his lips.
Dream carefully grabs two plates, a ladybug plate for himself, and a big boy plate for George. He then grabs a little fork and a big fork for them to eat with. Dream slowly walks to the table setting everything down before sitting happily in his spot. The little playfully kicks his legs while he waits for the food.
“Okay angel, this is gonna be hot, do you want me to put it on your plate, or do you wanna do it yourself?” George asks.
“You p’ease,” Dream smiles.
George plates the food for both him and Dream before they both begin eating.
“How does it taste sweetheart? Is it yummy?” George smiles lovingly at the boy, watching him carefully.
“Mhm! Very good, tanks-” Dream says before dropping his fork on the ground. “Oopsies! I gets it!”
As Dream bends down, his hand catches on his plate, flipping the spaghetti and sauce directly on his head.
The pair sit still in shock before Dream finally bursts out in tears; George quickly springs into action.
He first gets all the noodles off of his head, then he gets as much sauce from his hair as possible before quickly leading him to the bathroom.
“Honey, it’s okay, I’m going to get you out of all of your icky clothes and sit you in the tub and rinse out your hair, alright?” There's a small nod in response before George continues speaking. “After all the ickies are out and down the drain I'm gonna run a nice warm bubble bath you can play in.”
Dream’s crying becomes less loud and violent as he nods, a tiny glint of happiness and excitement in his eyes.
George begins to carefully take Dream's clothes off before having him sit in the tub. He pulls the showerhead down and turns on the water, making sure it’s warm before he begins to rinse his boy’s hair.
George quickly and carefully removes all of the sauce from Dream’s hair and body, giving him a peck on the cheek before turning the showerhead off and starting the bath.
He then retrieves some bubbles and adds a cap full into the tub as it fills.
“Alright honey, what bath toys do you want?” George asks, handing him his basket of things.
Dream happily grabs a boat and a rubber ducky, playing with them and the bubbles idly, making cute little noises as he does so.
“I’ll be right back with some clothes for after your bath, okay bubs?”
“M’tay Papa,” Dream hums.
When George gets back the water is finally at a good height and he switches the water off, watching as Dream giggles and splashes the water around.
George just watches over Dream lovingly, playing with the bubbles with his little whenever he’s asked to.
Eventually, Dream begins to seem sleepy, George deciding to get him out of the tub, dried off, and into fresh clothes.
“Alrighty bug, it’s time for you to go to bed, do you wanna sleep with me or in your crib?” George asks, walking hand in hand with Dream by his side.
“Wif pa-” Dream pauses. “I has question for yous,” Dream asks shyly as he stops walking.
“What is it hun? Take your time.”
“Is it otays if I call Georgie Papa? I keeps doin accidentally ans i wanna know if tis kay,” Dream plays with the hem of his shirt nervously.
“Of course it’s okay! I love the name Papa!” George exclaims.
“Really!?” Dream perks up, eyes bright and wide.
“Oh gosh, you’re so cute. Of course hun, I’d be happy to be your Papa,” George smiles lovingly bringing Dream into a tight hug.
“Yay! I sleepins wif my Papa den tonight!”