Falling

Falling

Spencer's still getting use to the cane. He has nothing against it but, going from walking with crutches to using a cane is, difficult. So when he takes his fourth tumble of the day, he's just about had it. Luckily, or unluckily, Hotch is there.

Spencer's pushing himself op on his elbows, waiting for the whole office to brust into laugher. But there's almost nothing, only the sound of Hotch's shoes hurrying towards him.

"Are you alright Reid?" Hotch offers him a hand op and Spencer takes it, letting Hotch pull him op. "Yeah" Hotch help Spencer to his desk, the place he was trying to reach before his fall.

"Thank you" Spencer smiles, looking around to see where his cane lost it's footing. Hotch bends down and grabs it, it's all the way by Emily's desk. Aaron hands it to Spencer and it makes Spencer blush a little

"Thank you Sir" Spencer leans the cane against his desk before silently cursing himself. His bag. He had fallen off his shoulder. Spencer goes to get back op.

"What are you doing?" Hotch asks, laying a hand on his shoulder. "My bag, it fell over"

"Oh" And suddenly Aaron's on the ground, grabbing Spencer's bag and the items that fell out from it. Aaron sets it down on Spencer's desk. "Thank you"

Spencer felt his stomach flutter, he knows Hotch is just being nice. Anyone on the team would have done the same. But that doesn't explain why Aaron gently squeezes his shoulder before returning to his office.

It sends a shiver down his spine.

Spencer's magic bag

Oh, Spencer's magic messenger bag. He has almost anything in that bag. Why don't we look at some times that bag has saved you and made everything better.

1.

Your case had gone late into the night and early morning, you were bagging on getting some sleep on the plane back, but the jet's blinds are broken. Leaving the sunshine state in the early morning, does not grant you the grace you were hoping for. You drop yourself down in the darker part of the plane, but the sun is still a big pain in the ass. Somehow Spencer is fine, he's not tired, hungry or anything and it makes you so mad. It shouldn't but you're fucking cranky, and sadly you know it. You hold an arm over your eyes as the sucky sun shines through the plane. You're really wishing you haven't forgotten your sunglasses in your suitcase. You give a slight groan and hear Spencer chuckle. You drop your arm and slump back in your seat, making room for Spencer to sit beside you. You lean your head into the crook of his neck. Spencer sets his messenger bag by his legs and throws an am around your shoulder. "What's wrong?" he questions, letting your head rest for the first time in hours.

"Nothing..." You sigh, knowing even if you decide to tell him there's not much he can do to help. Spencer needs his sunglasses, and if he does have painkillers it's probably the kind you need to have with food. "Something is clearly wrong, I'd like to help" He squeezes your shoulder and you snuggle op to him, bringing your legs op on his legs. "There's nothing to do Spence, but thank you" You say, hoping you'd be allowed to cuddle op to him even though the team is around. Spencer grumbles something to the affect of Yes but still, love you, I'm here. You nod slightly, still warm from the burning sun. A few minutes pass with you snuggled op to him. Suddenly, Spencer goes to pull you off and you almost whine. You know Spencer isn't big on PDA, but you were hoping that Spencer would grant you the grace the sun was denying you, though you haven't said it you expected him to notice.

"Something's hurting you" He states questioningly, gently tilting your head back onto the seat. You sigh, that didn't take long. "It's just a headache, the sun isn't helping" You half groan, shifting to lay against the one stretch of wall without a window. Spencer gives a sad smile, glad he was right, yet sad he was right because of course he doesn't like to see you hurt. You watch as he grabs his bag and brings it into his lap, that fucking confused you. He keeps books and case files in that thing, what's he looking for. You close your eyes. Tired and hot. Suddenly something is slipped onto your face, your eyes fly open in surprise. Sunglasses. You look to the top of Spencer's head, his own sunglasses set neatly behind his ears. "You just, have an extra pair of sunglasses?" you ask, as he brings you back into a snuggle. "Of course i do" He confesses, pressing a short, sticky kiss to your forehead. You smile, reminding yourself that you need to write a thank you letter to Diana for raising some a smart, sweet, and considerate son. "Thanks Spence" You mutter. Spencer smiles, pulling his own sunglasses down over his eyes, ready to fall asleep next to you. He shuffles close, leaning his head atop yours. You give a small happy hum, and let yourself sleep for the first time in two days.

2.

You've had a bad day. That's what you tell Spencer as you get in the elevator with him, your arms crossed over your chest, heavy bag slung over your shoulder. Your stomach grumbles and you're reminded that you've not had your usual lunch with Spencer because you've had an enormous amount of paperwork and just did not have the time. "Ahh. Thank you Baby" You whine as he slips the bag off your shoulder. Spencer chuckles and hikes the bag op on his own shoulder. You swear that man has no limit to what he can hold on his shoulders. He could carry 20 bags on one shoulder and not even get winded. You lean on his non bag shoulder and he sets an arm around you. You lay a hand on your stomach, hoping to quiet it. Spencer spares your stomach a glance and your face heats op in embarrassment. You definitely want your stomach to shut op now, and you're kinda regretting letting Spencer take your bag.

"Is something wrong?" He asks, rubbing your side lightly. The question seems odd to you. Is something wrong?, not what is wrong? Normally Spencer would already know something is wrong, or he'd wait to see if you give any more clues. Something must seem very wrong to him, if not he wouldn't be asking. "I'm hungry, starving actually" You confess, hoping that he would take pity on you and get you a snack at some local corner store. "Ha" he sighs, petting your side before letting og of you. You whine and sigh at the same time, whining for him to keep being a pillow and sigh because he won't hold you. "Just a minute Princess" He opens his own bag, digging around for something. For a second you hope he's got a snack, before remembering that he doesn't keep food with his books because some are first edition that he can't risk getting dirty.

You sigh again, and resign yourself to hunger until you get home. But hopefully just until you hit the street and find a store. Spencer nudges you. "Here" he says, and you open your eyes to find Spencer handing you a tapper wear box, layered in two plastic bags. "What is it?" You asks, undoing the plastic. "An extra lunch, a ham and cheese sandwich, crackers, half an apple, half a pear, and a box of apple juice. I always have one" He says, taking the plastic bags from you. Your stomach rolls in happiness as you lean op to kiss him. "You are magic!" you swear and open the lunch. You stuff the de-cored apple in your mouth and chew, then the de-cored pear. You sigh happly as the food settles in your stomach. "How does it not go bad?" you ask, starting to pick op the crackers. "I make the extra one and if someone doesn't need it. Then i eat it the next day and make a new extra" Spencer says, setting an arm around you. The elevator door opens and you two step out as you munch on his food. You remind yourself yet again, to write that damn thank you letter to Diana. Maybe it's better if you go see her actually. It's been a while since you two went to see her.

3.

The jet had just taken off when you realised. Well, more remembered. It was suspose to be a fun surprise for Reid later, but you got a not so fun susprise. It would just have been unpleasant timing. Had you been wearing underwear. So that's how you find yourself crying in the bathroom. You're wearing a skirt with no underwear and you just got your period. You don't wanna move off the toilet but you can't stay in the bathroom for ever. It's a 2 hour flight. What are you gonna do? had you packed underwear just in case? oh god you don't remember. You grab your phone off the sink. Which one of the girls might have underwear in your size? Emily? Would she even have an extra pair? Would any of them? You about to text JJ, hoping her mom instincts might mean she'd have an extra pair, when you get a text from Spencer.

I know something is wrong, please tell me what so i can help you

You sigh. God damn you've been in for too long. You grab some paper and dry your tears. You love that man. So, so much. You'd die for that man right now. You switch to your chat tread with your boyfriend.

I'm having some femmine issues, would you mind checking my bag for underwear and a pad?

You find yourself blushing a bit, it's not something you like discussing with Spencer. It's not that he doesn't understand. He's actaully a bit too understanding sometimes. Letting you take out your frustration on him when you don't know what else to do and letting you cry on his shoulder when you've realized what you've said. There's a knock on the door and you gather yourself before answering it. Spencer slips you a small bag you don't recognize. You take it and shut and lock the door. You sit back down and open the bag. You could hug that man to death right now. A few months ago, you'd caught Spencer looking through your underwear drawer. He insistsed that he wasn't looking to take anything, and he didn't. You laughed about, if he wasn't gonna take anything then way was he looking? You have your answer now. The bag has a pair of black boy short and 4 pads. Is it kinda weird that he brought you underwear and somehow has it on him exactly when you need it. Maybe, do you care right now? Fuck no.

You fix yourself, making sure there would be no evidence of your little accident. You stick your head out from the bathroom and motion for Reid. Spencer quietly comes to you. No one bothering to look at you two. You pull him inside the bathroom. He looks both suprised and a little scared. You lock the door behind him. "Do they not fit?" He asks. "No, they fit fine. But my god, i could just-" You grab his face and kiss him feverishly. He doesn't quite give you the response you hoped for, only kissing you gently. He places his hands on your waist, gently pulling away from you. "I'm sorry, we're on the clock" You mumble, petting his cheek. "But thank you so much" you murmur, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before you send him out ahead of you. You gather yourself for a moment before walking back out.

You sit down next to Spencer, throwing your legs over his, snuggling op to him quickly. "Better?" He asks. You nod. "Thank you" You whispser, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Anytime" spencer smiles slightly.

4.

You lay down on the couch on the jet. Feeling so tired and small. You just wanna go home. While the team knows you're a little so you don't have to hide or try to stay big. JJ was the first to notice and give you a blanket to snuggle with. It was a hard case, really hard case, a mother and a son killing the son's father figures before killing killing his actual dad. Spencer's sitting with your head in his lap, petting your hair. You wish you were home with Spencer, home with your daddy and stuffies and little gear. You glance op to Spencer, blinking a bit. He glances down to you. "You okay baby?" Spencer asks, setting his book aside to give you all his attention. You bite your bottom lip, toying with your thumb as well, hoping for permission to suck your thumb.

Spencer tilits his head in confusion. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asks, petting your hair gently. "Daddy..." You mumble, not wanting the others to hear. "Daddy's here" He whispers back to you. You pout, snuggling closer, blinkinng at him uselessly. You shuffle around a bit, bitting harder at your lip, hoping he'd cach your hints too. "Oh, baby don't hurt yourself" Spencer says, petting you cheek. You whine and Spencer grabs his bag and looks through it. You sigh lowly, why's he ignoring you? Suddenly Spencer's slipped a pacifier into your mouth, you huff in surprise. "Better?" He asks. You nod happily, sucking on the pacifier. "Good, need anyting else?" Spencer asks gently, petting you hair and face. You mumble through the pacifier, hoping he'd understand you. "Stuffie? You have stuffie?"

Spencer reaches into his bag again, pulling out a small stuffie, before tucking it close to your chest. "There you go little one" Spencer coo's lowly, continuing to pet your hair. You snuggle close to him, happy to have some comfort. You didn't even know Spencer brought a pacifier with him in his bag, but you're not complaining. You're very happy. "Okay, just get some sleep little one" Spencer coo's, gently petting your back, you relax at his touch, feeling asleep quickly.

You are woken op by the jet landing and Spencer gently rousing you. You hum, still sleepy. "What?" You ask, blinking a few times to really open your eyes. Spencer's helping you to your feet, arm around your waist. You pout when you realize you no longer have your pacifier. Spencer gently coaxes you op and fixes your clothes. You whine lightly, looking around for your pacifier. He slips it back in your mouth and you smile sleeply. "Come on Baby, Emily's taking us home" Spencer says, guiding you down from the plane stairs. "Cold" You mumble, shivering. "I know baby it's okay" He reasures you as the two of you get in the back of Emily's SUV. Spencer gently buckles you in and lays his jacket over you. "Thank you daddy" You mumble without thought. Spencer blushes and you can hear Emily laughing lightly. But only barely, you're too tired to care. You lean close to Spencer, snuggling close.

Rain

You wake to a soft tapping sound against the windows. You glance to the slightly open bedroom window, you never liked sleeping with the windows open but Spencer has reasured you countless times that having a slightly open window on the 6th floor of a building was a 0,000085 percent of any violent crime.

There's rain pelting the windows, sending a chill through your bedroom. You snuggle in close to Spencer's neck, pressing yourself flush in behind him.

Spencer makes a small purring sound, the cutest sound he makes when he wakes op. You press a small kiss to his neck, shushing him gently, hoping to not derail the rare night of good sleep he is getting.

"Don't shush me" Spencer half groans, shifting against you. "Why are you op?" He asks, fingers grazing you arm. You sigh, you really didn't want to wake him, but Spencer is and will always be a light sleeper. You nuzzle close to his neck.

"Just the rain, sleep"

"The rain?" Spencer questions with a yawn as he reaches down and tugs the covers op to your necks. "Mmm, sound, temp. Just sleep"

Spencer relaxes into your grip, and soon enough he's back asleep. The rain has always been a comforting sound for you. But not at night, at night any rain, soft or harsh wakes you and may keep you awake for hours if you let it.

Spencer shifts, snoring lightly. You remind yourself that you too rarely get a good night's sleep and close your eyes. To help yourself fall asleep, you go back to an old favorite trick. You slowly slip an am away from Spencer.

You feel around your nightstand, feeling the familiar texture of your earplugs. You pop them in and wrap your arm back around Spencer. You cuddle close, burying your head in the crook of his neck and getting a leg back between Spencer's. While that started as something Spencer asked for, it's become something you do out of habit. It's a nice touch for you both.

It takes only a few seconds for you to fall asleep behind Spencer.

Spencer get's drugged and Aaron takes him home

Spencer knew that drink tasted funny. He shouldn't have drunken it- he really shouldn't have taken a drink from the unsub at all! But, that's undercover work for you. As Spencer stumbles back to his desk, he knows he can't take the metro home alone tonight, it wouldn't be safe. He tries to pack his things, but his fingers won't move or grab the things properly.

"Reid?" It's Hotch, standing by the side of desk. Hotch wasn't with him on the undercover mission and is therefore in his normal work suit, which makes Spencer feel very out of place in his skinny jeans and tank top. Going undercover as a young bisexual man in a gay club known for drugs and hook-ops means you need a certainly look. "Mhmm?" Spencer muses and attempts to grab his book from the desk. Hotch takes it and puts it in Spencer's bag.

"I've been made aware you've likely been drugged"

"Likely, huh. Mhm. I have" Spencer throws his head back on the last word and regrets it instantly as the bright lights blind him and he jerks his head down to the floor. "Reid?" Hotch asks, placing a hand on the younger man's lower back. "Mhmm?" Spencer glances to the older man, confused as all hell as to why his boss is touching him. "Is there someone to take you home?"

"Noooo, well, no. No." Spencer shakes his head, trying to hike his bag onto his shoulder. "N- But, but, there's, couch, in the room, Garcia stayed in, the-"

"Absolutely not Spencer" Hotch half scolds, making Spencer pout in the middle of the office. He'd normally never make such a face but, the drugs are making him all loopy. "I, why not? I can't, I'm not in a state to..." Spencer falters, he's not sure what he was trying to say. "I'll take you home, alright? There's no reason you should stay here or make your own way home"

Spencer whines lightly, feeling his knees go weak. "Don't you need to get, home to Jack?" Hotch's face is blurry mess, Spencer can't see, he tries to think of what drug would make me feel like this, but he's mind is a mess and he doesn't understand anything. "Jack can wait the 13 extra mintues it takes for me to drop you off" Hotch grabs the bag that was hanging off Spencer's elbow. "13 mintues? how you know that?"

"How i know how long it takes? I've driven you home before, when you were in protective custody, I was the one to take you home" Hotch explains, gently turning Reid around to the way of the door. "Jacket" Spencer protests, sloppy on his feet. Hotch glances to him, confused. "My jacket, I'm cold"

"Um" Hotch glances around "You didn't have a jacket to work tonight Reid" Hotch says, Spencer pouts, he's so cold, how do people go clubbing in tank tops and not get cold. Spencer throws an arm over Hotch's shoulder's for some more stability. "Okay...." Spencer mutters, stumbling along with Aaron. Spencer struggles to walk with him to the elevator. Like his feet are pointing outwards and not straight out like normal.

Aaron sets him against the elevator wall and Spencer grabs the handle with both hands, the world suddenly spinning. "Reid?" Aaron's looking down to him, trying to help him stand op a bit straighter. Aaron's hands are under his armpits, what's he doing? His feet stumble back and he's back in the corner of the elevator. "Reid can you hear me?"

Spencer can't get his head to nod and just hums instead. "Okay, let's just get you home" Aaron says. Spencer hums, trying to move Hotch's hands but he fails, it's too hard.

"I know it's an unpleasant touch but I don't want you falling" Aaron says. Spencer groans, he's so tired, so dizzy, so confused. He just wants to go to bed. He needs sleep "Wow, Reid, Reid!" Spencer's leaning against Hotch now, Hotch's got arm around him. Spencer let's his head rest on Aaron's shoulder, he can't make himself move, his body is too slack. "Spencer, are you alright?"

Spencer lazily paws at Hotch's chest, leaning against him for stability "Ah..huh" He tries to nod but his head goes in a circle. Aaron moves Spencer's hands to hold around his neck. "Hold on okay? Tight" Aaron says as Spencer's fingers curl around his neck. Spencer hums as Aaron grabs his legs and swings him op in his arms. Spencer feels the cold rush his skin as he's carried outside.

Aaron sets Spencer down in the passenger's seat of Hotch's car. Something soft is draped over him, his bag is set in his lap and some hair is tucked behind his ear. "Spence?" "Mhmm" He hums. "Are you alright to be home alone?" Aaron asks, getting in the drivers side.

His words come out in a mumble. "need, have, to" The car starts and Spencer feels himself fade a bit, he's so damn tired. "Um, well. you could stay with me if you don't feel safe being alone"

"Nah...no" Spencer shakes his head. "Fine" He leans his head back. "I'm fine" Spencer mumbles. Spencer sleeps through the ride. He's frazzled when Aaron's moving him again. He clings to Aaron's neck as he's lifted from the seat. "Mhmm" "Just relax Sweetie" Aaron reasures, pushing the door shut with his hip. Spencer doesn't even question the nickname, he barely notices it at all, only tucking his head into Aaron's shoulder.

Aaron brings him inside, Spencer doesn't know if he slipped Aaron a key to his place or if he just found it in his bag. He doesn't care. Spencer's back meets the soft sheets of his bed. His shoes are slipped off, socks and then a blanket is laid over him. Spencer blinks as Aaron tucks him into bed. "Mhmm, thank Hotch" Spencer mutters softly.

"Get some rest okay?" Aaron brushes some more hair behind Spencer's ears. Spencer tries to nod, but needs op nodding his eyes instead of his head. "Call me in the morning, alright? I need to know you're okay" Hotch says, gently caressing Spencer's cheek.

"Mhmm"

Spencer wakes op to the sun shining through his window, he glances to his nightstand, there's a tall glass of water by his phone. He picks the glass op, downing the whole thing in one go. He sets it down again, noticing the small piece of paper laid down by his phone.

You promised to call me when you woke op

-Aaron Hotchner

Okay but.....

S1 e10.

Morgan sending Reid away when he figured out who the unsub was is peak protectiveness! And then Morgan later tackling both Reid and the unsub in the same throw!

Just

"Reid, I want you to go to the house and see if the deputies have come back"

"What?"

"We need the Sheriff and the crime scene team here"

"But..."

"Reid. Do it"

And then Spencer just runs!

And then after!

"You Alright?"

"What happened?"

"Him bringing us down here was way too much of a coincidence"

"No, i got that. Did you have to tackle us both?

"You're welcome, Reid"

Little time

Word count : 2,1 k

Pairing : Jasico (Jason x Nico)

I walk into the Hades cabin, ready to hear why Nico hasn't left it all day. As soon as my eyes lands on him. I have the answer. Nico, my boyfriend. Is dressed in his little space clothes, laying in bed with his stuffie in his arms. His little legs, clothed in light grey sweatpants, are curled op close to his chest. He hasn't seen me yet. I gently close the door and fully step into the cabin. At first I thought he was sleeping, but when I listened closer. The sound coming from him wasn't snoring, it was whimpering. I bend over and take off my shoes before joining my baby on the bed. "Hi little one" I coo, gently sitting down next to him. He sniffles, but doesn't say a word. He pops his paci out. Crying. "Daddyy!...." He wails. Shuffling to lay his head in my lap. I reach out and help him to. I stoke his hair. "What's got my baby so upset?" I ask, running my hand down his curved back. He's almost laying like a ball. As I reach his bottom, there's a sinking feeling in my chest. I really hope I'm wrong. "Did you have an accident?" He pouts, shaking his little head no. "No?" "No" he presses his face into my thigh, mumbling. "What's wrong little one? You need to tell Daddy or he can't help you"

"I.... I don't knoww..." Nico mumbles in my leg. I bring my hand back op and gently stoke his hair. "Okay, okay honey" I murmur. "Think you can be a good boy for me and come op? Huh?" I ask, gently tangling my fingers into the bottom of his curls. He whines, but slowly makes his way op on his knees. "Oh that's my good boy" I praise, shifting to the centre of the bed. "Come, come sit in Daddy's lap" I pat my upper thigh. Nico discards his pacifier on his nightstand. He crawls op to me, settling on my lap with a small thud. "No no, have your paci, baby" I say shaking my head, I grab his paci and pop it back in his mouth. He mumbles something and shifts a little. He reaches op and pulls it out of his mouth. "No, baby please don't take it out. Any upset baby of mine wil keep his paci" I say. "But Daddy...." Nico whines "I'm thirsty" I chuckle a little. "Do you want some water?" I ask. "Mmm" He nods, popping his paci back in his mouth. "Okay, move your little bottom" I pat his thigh and he shuffles off me. I grab a bottle of water from my bag that left here this morning. I pass to him and get back in bed with him. We get back to our previous position as Nico slowly downs the bottle. After he's had half of it, he tries to set it aside. But he can't reach, I take it from him and set it on the nightstand.

"Better?" I ask, gently popping his pacifier back in his mouth. Nico happily nods and sucks on his paci. Gods, If I had known this about from day one. I've never been able to be scared of him. If only I knew, he was a little. It's not like I wouldn't have be able to take him seriously, but I wouldn't have be able to be as scared of him as I was. And sure at first it kinda weirded me out. But, the first time he went into little space around me. Gods I melted. At first, he would still use my name, because I'd asked him to. But when he started to slip op, calling me Daddy, Dada, and Baba. He would get so embarrassed and upset by it. Eventually I told him to call me whatever he wanted. It didn't bother me at that point. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice that my little boy was shifting and looking a little uncomfortable. "What's wrong Baby?" I coo, running my hand op his leg. He shifts, whining. I grab the pacifier and pull it out. "I, I need to use the bathroom" "Go then" I pat his thigh. "But-" "No buts, bathroom, now" He whines, but does get up for the bathroom. It takes maybe 2 minutes before he is back on my lap. "Why don't you have a nap?" I ask. "Noooooooooo" He whines, bouncing a bit. "I slept all night. I don't need a nap" He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and over his (my) old shirt. "How long, was all night?" I ask. "Like, 9 whole hours" He mutters. That's impressive for him. On a normal day, it's 7 hours at the most. 9 hours if I get him down for a nap. Which he pretty much always refuses. So to have 9 hours of night sleep is really good. "Woah, 9 whole hours? That's really good baby" I praise, tangling my hand into his hair. He tilts his head in the touch. "But are you sleepy?"

"Noooooo" He murmurs. "Okay, okay. Not sleepy, do you want your paci?" I ask, grabbing it from the nightstand and waving it in front of him. "Noo!" He yells. I wince, turning my head on instinct. "Little one, do not yell at me" I state. There's a small ringing in my ears. "Humph" He huffs, wrapping his legs around my hips. "Did you want your paci?" I ask again. "Noooooo!" "Young man, you know very well that you do not yell at me" I state, shoving the pacifier in his mouth to quiet him down. I give him a small smack on the side of his bottom. "Now, quit fussing or you will be down for a nap" Nico mumbles something but through a pacifier it's not understandable. "Are you gonna quit fussing?" I ask, hooking a finger into the pacifier, ready to pull it out if he is done being fussy. Also ready to shove it back in if he isn't. He nods, mumbling something I can't really make out. I've got it half way out. I pull it out fully. "Are you gonna be good?" He avoids my eyes. Mumbles out what could be a yes, or a no. But I take it. Not in the mood to keep him in line. "Thank you" I praise, laying his pacifier back on the nightstand. "Noooo" Nico whines, grabbing for it. He snatches it and pops it back in his mouth. Nico happily wraps his arms around my neck, snuggling his head into the crook of my neck. He leans forward, resting on his knees. Maybe, my heart melts a little. Just a little. I chuckle, running a hand down his back. "Mhmh Mmm" Nico hums. After a bit. He tugs on my neck. "What is it?" I ask, gently tapping him on his bottom. He presses his face into my neck. His pacifier digging into my skin. He mumbles something. "What baby? Daddy can't understand you" I say, musing a bit. He whines, shifting a bit. He leans back and the pacifier drops from his mouth on accident. He whimpers and grabs it again. He wiggles his hips a bit.

"Aww" I tease, gently patting him on the butt. "Is that it?" He nods. "Are you gonna be a cute little boy? My good little boy?'' I tease, popping him on the butt, perhaps a little harsher then I meant to. He gives a small jump, whimpering. Shit. "Sorry" I mumble. We've never really talked about, actual pain limits. And, I don't think you spank your little. At least not with out a damn good reason and consent. "Are you okay?" I ask, gently running my hand op the back of his shirt to trace patterns on the soft skin of his back. "I'm okay'" He murmurs, putting his paci to his lips. Stopping to get my approval. I nod and he pops it back in his mouth. Nico happily continues to suck on his favourite pacifier yet again. Seemingly not faced by the pain. He muses, and buries his face in my neck. I trace my fingers alone his spine. He giggles, gently pressing his knees into my sides. I leave my other hand on his little butt. After some more giggles and wiggles from my little boy. He starts to shift his hips again, leaning his rear back into my hand. "Come on baby, tell Daddy what you want" I coax, gently dragging my nails down his back. He mumbles something into my neck. "Excuse me? Daddy can't hear you little one" I coo. Nico whines, and I feel his pacifier fall down by my back. "Will you please do that again?" He mutters. I reach back and grob for the pacifier, luckily I catch the, handle? i guess you call it that. I lay in it on the nightstand. He's dropped it so many times that's its gotten dirty. "Daddy~~" He whines, grabbing for it. "Sorry baby, but it's dirty. You can't have it anymore"

"I want my paci....please?" Nico mumbles. "No baby you can't have that paci, why don't you go find another one?" I redirect. "No..... I want that one!" He wines reaching out to grab it. I grab his hand and bring it to my lips to shift his attention. "Daddy..." Nico mumbles, blushing. I gently grab onto his rear to keep him distracted. He whimpers at the touch, but leans into it. "There's my baby, all flustered and small. Don't worry, Daddy’s got you" I coax. He blinks a couple times, eyes going blank and doey, falling into my grasp. Oh, that's new. Unintended side effect, I suppose. He makes one last attempt to grab his pacifier. I give him a little smack on the butt. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. "Please?...." Nico asks, his mouth gone slightly slack. "You can have another pacifier little one, just not that one. It's dirty" "Okay...." He mumbles, shifting to move off me. I get op and find him one of his other pacifier. We settle back in bed, he quickly grabs for said pacifier. "Ah ah now" I tease. Nico pouts, and grabs for it again. I raise it beyond his reach. "Ask nicely" I instruct. He whines, but does still. "Can I please have my paci?" he asks, hands placed on his thighs. "Yes you can" I muse, popping it back in his waiting mouth. My little boy hums very happily and bounces on my lap. He is such a cutie pie. He reaches his hands op, stopping again for my permission. "Come on little one, it's okay" I coo. His small arms settling around my hips. His eyes were blank and empty, so small and innocent. It's not a look I get to see a lot. Nico never got to be a child, never got to keep his innocent. Which is why he needs this. He tucks his head into my neck. I pat his little butt, knowing that was what he wanted. He gives a small whines, shifting a bit. He wiggles a little and I do it again. He mumbles something. "You like that?" I ask, continuing to toy with his bottom. Patting, grabbing and smoothing my hand over his rear end. "Mhm" He hums, gently nodding his head against my neck. "Good boy" I praise, continuing my distraction. I move my hips a bit to get comfortable. My baby whines, shifting as well. As I continue my little distraction Nico starts to grow heavy in my lap. Growing tired, I'd assume.

"Aww, does my baby need a nap?" I feel a small nod against my neck. I give his butt a small smack, he gives a little whimper and his arms tighten about my waist. "Okay, do you wanna stay in Daddy's lap or do you want to lay down?" I ask, gently popping on the bottom again. He mumbles something I can't hear. "Okay okay, I know. Do you want to stay in Daddy's lap?" I ask. He nods and shifts a bit more. "Okay little one, have a nap in Daddy's lap" I coax, continuing to grob his ass. He nods, pacifier dragging along my neck. He shifts one last time before he gets comfortable in my lap. After a bit, Nico goes limp, snoring. The pacifier drops from his mouth and I catch it this time. I move just enough to lay it on the nightstand. I lean back and relax. I guess a nap isn’t too out of place now. I can’t really do anything else. I’ve got nothing around. No books or paper, not that i could do anything with them. I rest an arm around his hips. When ever Nico sleeps in my lap, I end op taking a nap as well.

Today, is no exception.