What's your favorite ship from this story?
Noah x Sephy
Noah x Tyler
Sephy x Tyler
Tyler x Noah x Sephy
And what would you like to see more of (ship wise)?
And what would you like to see more of:
Noah's dom side or Noah's sub side.
Sephy's dom side or Sephy's sub side?
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September's POV
Going one day without being little was weird for me. Waking up and still feeling dominant was even weirder.

I turned to my side, super comfortable in Tyler's bed and not wanting to get up.

I felt Noah shifting next to me and he let out a little whine. I opened my eyes to find him rubbing his eyes with his little fists.

As his fists fell away from his eyes, his teal eyes met mine and he blinked at me.

  A smile spread across his face and he cuddled into my side. I wrapped an arm around him and let my fingers tangle into his hair.

  A few minutes later there was a creaking sound just outside the door and I watched it creak open slowly, revealing Tyler.

  "Oh, you're awake," He whispered.

  The smell of something wafted into the room and I could only assume Tyler had made something for dinner.

  "Are you two up enough to eat right now? I made pot roast," Tyler offered.

  "Yeah,"I replied. "Though Noah might not be," I added, pulling the covers off of his dozed off face so that Tyler could see how he was fast asleep.

  "I'm sure he'll realize we're gone soon enough and come out to find us," Tyler told me. I nodded, and followed him out into the kitchen.

  "Could you help set the table, peanut?" Tyler asked me. The nickname dropped me into a little bit of a headspace.

  "Yes sir," I replied, saluting him and walking over to the cabinets. I held my arms up towards the cabinet that contained the plates to show that I couldn't reach them.

  Instead of getting them for me, Tyler lifted me up gently and let me grab them.

  I grabbed two normal plates and a cute Dora plate that somehow wound up in there.

  Tyler set me back down on the ground and I skipped happily over to the table where I set down our plates.

  He came over and set the silverware next to each plate, thanking me for the help.

  "You're welcome," I replied, slipping into my seat. Tyler picked up my plate and carried It over to the stove.

  "I made some Mac and Cheese, would you like some of that also?" He asked me as he scooped some beef and veggies onto my plate.

  "Yes, please!" I replied, bouncing in my seat excitedly.

  "Mac n' cheeeeeese!"

  I turned around in my chair at the sudden new voice that appeared. Noah was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, clutching the ends of the shirt that just barely covered his pull up, which was visibly soaked.

  Tyler set my plate down in front of me and ushered Noah towards the bathroom, presumably for a change.

  I quickly shoveled the Macaroni into my mouth, moaning at the cheesy taste.

  A few minutes later, Tyler returned carrying Noah in his arms. He set Noah down into the high chair and took his plate up to the stove, as he had mine.

  "I assume the little boy wants Mac and Cheese?" Tyler asked rhetorically, already scooping the cheesy mess onto the Dora plate.

  "Yes!" Noah answered, clapping his hands and kicking his legs. It appeared as if his side wasn't hurting him too much.

  "Here you go, bug," Tyler said, setting the plate down in front of Noah and kissing his forehead.

  "Thank you Daddy," Noah replied, lifting up the small pink-handled spoon and starting to eat.

  "Daddy, May I have some orange juice?" I requested, falling even more into headspace.

  "Yes you may," Tyler replied, pouring my orange juice into a cup with a lid and straw, and setting it in front of me.

  "Thank you Daddy," I smiled politely at him and started to suck on the straw.

  "Juice!" Noah said excitedly, pointing at the fridge.

  "What kind would you like?" Tyler asked, staring at four different kinds of juice on the bottom shelf of the fridge.

  "Grape pease," Noah answered, dropping his spoon and starting to eat with his hands -which went unnoticed by Tyler who had his back turned to pour Noah's juice.

  Tyler put the grape juice back into the fridge and picked up a paw patrol sippy cup- the Dora one hadn't been washed yet- and set it down in front of Noah, sighing as he saw the mess Noah was making with his food.

  "Noah, do you need me to feed you?" Tyler suggested, wiping off Noah's hands with a napkin.

  Noah nodded and opened his mouth.

  It took a lot for me not to blurt 'aw' at how giddy he was to be fed.

  Tyler scooped up some Mac and cheese and did the airplane as he stuck it into Noah's mouth. Noah giggled and chewed, opening his mouth again as soon as he swallowed.

  Eventually after six more airplanes, Noah and I had both finished our food and Tyler's still sat on the table, probably cold by now.

  Tyler could be a mess of a daddy sometimes, but he always put Noah and I first, and in my opinion, that makes up for a lot.

  It's a 'meh' chapter. I was busy today so blegh.