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Tommy knows Chanse has something planned for Father's Day, his boyfriend telling him outright that he's claiming that entire Sunday to celebrate him.
But what does surprise him is getting a random call from Angela the afternoon before.
“Hi Angie,” he coos when the little's face pops into frame, teether hanging from her mouth, “How's my little bee doing?”
“Unca dada!” she chirps excitedly, “Happy dada day!”
Tommy grins at her, but she continues before he can respond, “Big and mama out ‘morrow, haveta call now,” she explains, “You first dada day.”
“Thank you sweetheart,” he tells her, looking over in surprise when Chanse pokes him with an envelope, “What's this?”
“A little gremlin sent this home with me last week, something about wanting to surprise someone.” Chanse explains with a teasing smile, laughing when Angela raises her hand excitedly.
“Me!” she yells proudly, “Give Chansey, give you.”
The adults laugh, including an otherwise silent Amanda that's holding Angela in her lap, “Let's see what's in here.” Tommy murmurs, opening the envelope and pulling a coloring sheet out.
It's a picture of Remy that Angie had slowly been coloring at his desk, now with a small message written below him, ‘Luv u!’
“I never knew you finished it, he looks so good!” he praises, “Thank you so much, little bee.”
Angela beams at him, “Love you! Have good dada day.”
“I love you Angie, and I'll have the best time because it's with your bubba.” he tells her, shooting a smile at his boyfriend.
She giggles and waves goodbye, leaving the couple the rest of their day together until Father's Day tomorrow.
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Tommy wakes up to a hand playing with his hair.
“Wake up dada,” Chanse murmurs, “It's breakfast time.”
He slowly opens his eyes, smiling warmly at Chanse who's sitting next to him on the bed, “Good morning bub,” he murmurs back, pulling the little to lie on his chest for a hug, “I love you so much Chansey.”
“I love you dada,” Chanse whispers against his ear, “Best dada ever.”
Tommy turns his head to kiss his forehead, “And you're the best little.”
“Breakfast is gonna get cold,” the little tells him, “We gotta go eat.”
The man sits up, catching Chanse when he slides off his chest and into his lap. They both stand and the duo walks to the table, Tommy looking at everything in shock.
“Baby,” he whispers, lifting Chanse into his arms and pulling him into a tight hug, “You're such a sweet boy.”
The table is covered in a mix of food and presents. A vase of aster and lily of the valley in the center with an envelope and a wrapped box beside it. On the other side of the table are two place settings, a bowl of berries and an empty trivet between them.
Chanse smiles proudly and kisses Tommy's cheek before resting his head on his caregiver's shoulder. He'd decided ahead of time to let the man baby him a bit, so when he's carried to the table he doesn't argue.
“Food first,” Chanse says firmly as he's placed in a chair, “Then you can have your present.”
Tommy laughs, ruffling the little's hair and placing a kiss on the crown of his head, “Don't want our incredible breakfast to get cold,” he agrees, noticing his mug in the coffee machine and walking over to grab it, “Thank you for making coffee.” he adds placing the mug on the table
“Didn't touch it,” Chanse adds, “Didn't touch anything hot the whole time.” He turns and points at the oven, “Foods in there.”
The caregiver rolls his eyes fondly, “Still not a big fan of you using the oven-” he starts but Chanse cuts him off.
“Was big when I turned it on,” he assures him, “Didn't drop until right before I woke you up and turned off the oven.”
“You're such a good boy, Chanse.” he praises, leaning down to kiss his nose before heading over to open the oven, using an oven mitt to pull out a quiche and set it on the table.
“This smells incredible, baby,” he compliments, sitting in his seat and serving each of them a slice. Chanse preens at the compliment, reaching to serve Tommy his berries.
They dig into their food, Tommy praising the quiche multiple times as they eat. “What's the plan for the day?” he asks, chuckling when Chanse immediately shakes his head.
“It's a surprise, dada,” he says firmly, checking the time on his phone, “We have to leave in an hour.”
“Those are gorgeous flowers, do they mean anything special?” Tommy asks curiously as he attempts to take his dish to the sink, rolling his eyes when Chanse swipes it away from him to do the dishes himself.
“September and May,” he answers, rinsing the plates and begrudgingly accepting Tommy's help with putting the leftovers away, “Because of our birthdays.”
Tommy hums, leaning down to smell them with a smile, “Presents now?” he asks hopefully, “I know I'm the grown-up, but I'm excited.”
Chanse giggles, grabbing the presents and leading him to the living room. He pushes Tommy to sit on the couch and climbs into his lap, resting the presents in his.
“Card first?” Tommy asks as he grabs the envelope, continuing at the little's nod. He carefully rips it open and pulls out the card, chuckling at the text printed on the front.
“Happy Father's Day from your favorite little,” he reads out, “You're my only little,” he reminds Chanse who nods.
“And favorite,” he adds cheekily, “Card says so.”
Tommy laughs, kissing the top of his head as he opens the card, quickly catching a small photo before it can fall out.
It's a candid of him and Chanse at Angela and Amanda's apartment. The little is sitting in his lap while they each hold on to half of his Leapfrog together. But neither of them are looking at the screen, Chanse is looking up at Tommy with bright eyes as the caregiver presses a kiss to his nose.
“Where did you get this?” he asks quietly, pulling the little closer, “Did Amanda take it?”
“It’s from when we slept over,” he answers, “Asked Manda if she had any pictures of us together.”
Tommy runs his finger over the picture reverently, “This is perfect for my wallet, bub,” he says softly, placing it on the coffee table, “Thank you.”
He moves his focus to the inside of the card, smiling at Chanse's little handwriting as he reads the message.
‘Happy Father's Day to the best dada ever!
Thank you for taking care of me and playing with me and loving me.
Love you!!!!
-Chansey’
“I love you so much, Chanse,” he murmurs, kissing the crown of his head in an attempt to hide the tears welling in his eyes.
“I never thought I'd get to have a little of my own,” he admits quietly, smiling softly when Chanse turns around in his lap and reaches up to carefully wipe his tears, “You're a gift, baby and I'm honored to get to call you mine.”
Chanse buries his face in Tommy's chest, “Most people don't want big kids,” he says, voice muffled, “You do.”
Tommy hums, lifting Chanse's chin to look up at him, “I want you because you're you,” he tells the little firmly, “You're little age doesn't matter to me, you're my baby and nothing can change that.”
He leans down and kisses his nose, replicating the scene from the photo before looking down at the present in Chanse's lap, “Is this my very own Chansey original?” Tommy asks excitedly, recognizing the size and shape as the canvas the little tends to give to Angela.
“Gotta open it,” he says in lieu of answering, handing the gift to his caregiver who immediately rips the wrapping paper off.
It is a Chansey original, a deep green handprint on top of a blue background with a blue heart made with his thumbprint on top. Tommy laughs when he checks the back and as expected finds ‘Chanse, age 9’.
“I love it,” he tells the little, already looking around the room for a place to hang it, “We have to find it a good spot.”
Chanse nods as he climbs out of Tommy's lap, “Later,” he tells him, “We have to leave soon, you gotta get dressed.”
“So do you,” Tommy teases playfully as he follows the little back into their room, both splitting off to get ready for the day.
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Tommy watches out the window of their Uber curiously as they drive towards their destination, Chanse still refusing to tell him where they are going.
“Where could we possibly be going?” he mumbles to himself, smiling when Chanse laughs beside him, “You're not taking me to church are you?”
Chanse laughs louder as he shakes his head, “No church,” he assures his caregiver, “And we're here.” he adds excitedly as the car stops in front of a line of shops, grabbing Tommy's hand as they both get out towards the sidewalk.
It's not until he has Chanse safely on the sidewalk that he looks at where they are, “We're painting pottery?” he asks with a grin, following the little into the building, “I've been wanting to do this.”
“I know,” Chanse says proudly before talking to the man at the front desk to be led to their reserved spot, “Lunch is here,” he explains as they drop their bag at their table, “We can stay and make as much as we want until six.”
“You're so thoughtful, bub,” he coos, pulling the little into a hug before following him to the wall of things you can paint, “What are you painting?”
Chanse heads straight to the animals and picks up his first piece, “Dragon,” he answers immediately before walking back to Tommy, “You?”
“I didn't have time to think ahead,” he replies fondly, “So I actually need to look. Go put yours down and pick out your paint.”
Tommy stares at the shelves of choices, focusing in on the various cups before grabbing two wine glasses and carrying them to the table.
He finds Chanse at the table studying his dragon, tapping a pencil on the table. “Designing before picking my colors,” he answers before his caregiver can ask, “No wasting paint.”
“You're so smart bud,” he compliments, kissing his forehead as he sits down to do the same thing.
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The duo spend most of the day there, only leaving when their time runs out, and managing to paint a dozen pieces between them. They head back to their apartment and Chanse orders Thai food for dinner. It arrives quickly and the two of them sit at the table to eat.
“Dada,” Chanse mumbles before Tommy can take a bite, “Gonna grow up. Can't stop it, I'm sorry.”
Tommy gets out of his chair and scoops up Chanse, holding him against his chest, “No apologies, bub. Today was the best Father's Day ever.”
“Promise?” he whispers, looking up at him through his lashes.
“I promise,” he whispers back, pressing a kiss to both his cheeks and his nose, “You're perfect.”
Chanse smiles up at him before burying his face in his chest. Tommy sits back in his chair, holding the little as he relaxes in his arms.
It doesn't take long for Chanse to age up and look up again, “Hey,” he murmurs as he lifts his head, “I love you."
“Welcome back, love,” Tommy murmurs back, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, “Thank you for an amazing first Father's Day.”
He shrugs, pulling his boyfriend into a deeper kiss, “You deserve nothing but the best.”
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Courtney has had quite a few Father's Days with Shayne now. And while they've definitely gotten more low-key and relaxed as time passes, it's still an important day to Courtney.
Despite the holiday, Shayne is up much before Courtney and wakes them when he returns from the gym like normal.
“Court,” he whispers, rubbing their back, “It's time to wake up, princess.”
“Happy papa day,” they mumble half asleep, blindly reaching towards him in the hopes of being picked up.
Shayne immediately picks them up, chuckling when they press their nose against his, eyes still closed, “Thank you, baby. Papa loves you so much.”
They smile at him sleepily, their eyes fluttering open so they can look into his eyes, “Love you so much.” they say back, kissing his forehead.
“What's the plan,” he asks curiously, “You wouldn't tell me yesterday. Should we get you dressed before we head downstairs?”
“Papa change,” they answer, “Movie day.”
“A movie day?” he responds excitedly, placing them back on the bed, “I should put on some comfy clothes, thanks sweetheart.”
Courtney nods, petting Bones while he quickly changes into cozy clothes, “Alright,” he says as he picks them back up, a tote bag of various little stuff on his shoulder, “Breakfast and then movies.”
“And present,” they add, “Hid in toy box.” they tell him proudly, pulling a gift bag from the box when they pass by.
“Sneaky baby,” he compliments as he carries them to the kitchen, “What food did you hide this time?”
They giggle, reaching into the fridge and pulling a bottle of pancake batter out from behind the condiments, “Papa cook, no touch hot.”
He chuckles, pulling berries, butter and syrup from the fridge before closing it and setting Court carefully on the floor, “I'll cook the pancakes,” he tells them, “Can you feed the kitties and set up the TV?”
“Bones!” they yell as they head towards the cat’s food, “Birdie! Breakfast!”
Shayne rolls his eyes and the two split up to complete their tasks, Courtney carrying all the toppings to the coffee table so all Shayne has to carry is the pancakes and their drinks.
They watch through ‘Beauty and the Beast’ as they eat, waiting to clean up until the movie ends.
“Papa, present!” Courtney says excitedly as they return to the couch, pressing the bag into his hands.
He pulls the paper sticking out first, laughing so hard at the drawing that he has to put it down for a minute.
While little Courtney isn't as good of an artist as big Courtney, they're still extremely talented. Shayne picks the paper back up as he pulls them into his lap.
“Why is Bones biting my ear?” he asks teasingly, causing Courtney to giggle, “What did drawing me do?”
“Bones chew papa ear,” they explain as they point at each part of the drawing, starting with Bones.
He's only visible from the shoulders up, his arms hanging over Shayne's shoulder as he clings to the man from behind and bites his ear lobe. Further down, Shayne is holding Court upside-down by their ankle, the little smiling as they reach for the final member of their family, Birdie who's simply watching the chaos from the edge of the page.
“I think this is your best one yet,” he tells them genuinely as he carefully places it on the coffee table, “I think we should frame it by the front door.”
Courtney grins proudly, shoving the bag back into his hand, “Open!” they say excitedly as they bounce slightly in his lap.
He obliges them, reaching into the bag and pulling out a T-shirt. It's black with a large graphic featuring several pictures of their cat Bones, as well as his name above it, in a band tee style.
“It's Bones!” they tell him proudly, reaching over to pet him where he's laying on the couch, “Good work shirt.”
“It's perfect,” he compliments, looking closely at the pictures they chose, “Is there a Birdie one in there too?” he asks, feeling the weight of another item in the bag.
They shake their head, “Gotta look,” they tell him, “I no tell.”
With their approval, he pulls the last item out of the bag and this time it's a parody of a college sweatshirt. But instead of a school name, logo, and opening year, it's Birdie's name, a picture of her, and the year they got her.
“Another great one for work,” he praises as he ruffles their hair, “You found some awesome stuff, thank you baby.”
Courtney beams at him before resting their head on his chest, sighing happily when he leans back and holds them tightly against him.
“I love you so much,” he murmurs into their hair, readjusting their legs on either side of him so they can rest fully on top of him, “I'm thankful I get to wake up everyday and spend it with my best friend.”
They look up at him through their lashes, “Love you papa,” they whisper back, humming contently when he starts gently scratching their back, “Cuddle then movie?”
Shayne presses a soft kiss to their forehead, “We can cuddle as long as you'd like,” he assures them as he begins to hum quietly.
He can feel them melt in his arms and he allows himself to relax further as well, his own eyes closing as he holds them tighter.
“Best papa,” they mumble, loosely wrapping their arms around him, “Perfect.”
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Ian shifts nervously as he waits for Anthony to get to his apartment.
Despite spending over a decade of Father's Days together, this one is unique. It's the second one since Anthony came back, but the first one since Ian has started fully trusting his caregiver again.
And unlike last year, he wants to celebrate.
He'd been scared to even bring up the holiday to Anthony, but the man had beat him to it, casually asking if they could spend the day together.
Even with his anxiety he agrees, and that's how he ended up sitting on his couch, waiting for his caregiver to arrive.
He's already dressed in soft jeans and a faded train shirt, an outfit Anthony would dress him in, when he hears a quiet knock.
Ian takes a deep breath before walking to the door to peek through the peephole. He smiles when he sees Anthony on the other side, making a silly face close to the small hole.
Taking another deep breath he pulls the door open, smiling up at his caregiver, “Hi daddy, happy Father's Day”
“Thank you buddy,” Anthony murmurs, pulling the little into a hug, “For being the best little I could ever imagine.”
He grins into Anthony's shoulder, soaking in the continued praise his caregiver whispers in his ear.
“I love you so much,” he mumbles as he lifts Ian into his arms, holding him to his chest and walking to sit on the couch.
The two sit and enjoy each other's company for a while, silence washing over them as Anthony lovingly fixes Ian's bed head.
“I got you a present,” the man whispers, smiling when the little looks up at him in surprise.
“I supposed give you,” Ian reminds him, “It daddy's day not Ian's day.”
Anthony smiles fondly, carefully cupping Ian's chin, “You're the reason I get to be a daddy,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb against his cheek,
“With everything-” he starts, cutting himself off with a quiet, choked sound. He struggles with what to say before finally finding the right words, “Without you there's nothing to celebrate. You deserve today just as much, if not more, than I do.”
He reaches beside the couch and pulls a large box from his bag, placing it in the little's lap. “This is for both of us anyway,” he assures him, “And even if it wasn't, anytime you're happy is a gift.”
Ian looks between the box in his lap and Anthony with a slightly furrowed brow, “No need present, I happy cuz daddy here,” he tells his caregiver as he taps the box curiously, excited about his gift even if he doesn't understand why he's getting it.
Anthony kisses Ian between his eyebrows, smiling when his expression immediately shifts from confusion to contentment, “Open it!” he tells him, “You're gonna love it.”
Not needing any more prompting, Ian rips the wrapping paper off revealing a plain cardboard box. He continues forward, opening the box to reveal a PS2, a handful of games they used to play when they were teenagers, and a couple specifically for littles/kids.
“No way!” Ian yells, placing the box on the couch to pull Anthony into a crushing hug, “Our games! We play ATV, Daddy!” He hops up and places the PS2 next to the TV before looking back over at his caregiver, “Help?”
Anthony laughs, getting up and lifting Ian into his arms again, carrying him towards the kitchen. “Breakfast first,” he reminds him.
“We should've done that first,” he says more to himself, “But I was excited.”
Ian giggles and reaches towards his freezer, “Sandwich?” he suggests as he points at a box of vegan breakfast sandwiches, “Fast.”
“Or,” Anthony whispers as he closes the freezer and swings his bag off his back, “I got you those bagels you like from the gluten free bakery downtown.”
The little stares at Anthony with a slack jaw, “Downtown so far,” he whispers as he takes the bag, “No haveta.”
“I know I don't,” Anthony assures him, placing the bag and Ian at the table, “But it's hard not to spoil you when it means I get to see that happy smile.”
Ian grins, pulling his bagel out of the bag and placing it on his plate. Anthony copies him and the duo eat their breakfast quickly, the little rambling excitedly about all the PS2 they're going to play.
It's not until Anthony is cleaning off the table that Ian remembers something important.
“Daddy's present!” he shouts, running out of the room to go grab it. He rushes back in with two Pikachu plushies in his arms, one well loved while the other is brand new.
He holds the new one out to Anthony, “Now I send Daddy hugs!” he tells him excitedly, squeezing his Pikachu tightly to his chest.
Anthony stands frozen looking between the toy gripped tightly in his hands and his little. Tears well in his eyes and he scoops up Ian for the third time that day, cradling him in his arms.
“You’re too good to me, Ian,” he mumbles as he sits on the couch, smiling shakily as the little reaches up to clumsily wipe his tears, “You're such a good little, I don't deserve you.”
Ian opens his mouth to correct him, but Anthony shakes his head, “After what happened, I worried we'd never get back to where we were. That I had lost your trust forever, but I should've known you were too resilient for that.”
“You're such a sweet boy,” he whispers, hugging his new toy to his chest and smiling when Ian copies him, “And now I have unlimited baby hugs.”
The little sits up and hugs Anthony tightly, “Always have hugs,” Ian assures him, “Love daddy.”
“I love you,” he murmurs back, “Now that we've been all sappy, how about we drive some ATVs through the woods?”
Ian cheers, scrambling out of Anthony's lap so the man can set up the new console. After a bit of struggle connecting the old device to the new TV, the duo are sitting on the couch playing little Ian's first video game from when they were teenagers.
“Bet I win,” Ian challenges as he chooses the level, “First wreck loses.”
Anthony grins, holding out his hand for a handshake.
“You're on!”
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Damien doesn't even realize it's Father's Day at first. It's not until he checks his calendar for the following week that he notices the date. He sends a quick text to his dad before considering the holiday complete and letting it fall from his mind.
He continues on with his plans for the day, streaming for a few hours until it's time for him to go hangout with Spencer, the man inviting him to go see a showing of ‘Jurassic Park’ in IMAX 3D together.
“Hey Dames,” Spencer says awkwardly when he opens the back door and slides into Damien’s car outside his apartment.
Damien looks back at him curiously, a soft smile forming on his face, “Hey, bud. I didn't know you were gonna be little, what an awesome surprise.”
Spencer smiles at him hesitantly, fidgeting with his seatbelt as his caregiver studies him carefully.
“How old are you?” Damien asks curiously as he starts to drive towards the theater, “You sound younger, which is fine, but it would be helpful to know if you do.”
“Like 10,” he admits with a small blush, "I'm just really excited about the movie.”
Damien chuckles fondly before moving the conversation to more neutral ground. It's a bit of a long drive with LA’s evening traffic, but the duo arrives at the theater and Spencer shows their tickets before pulling Damien towards the concessions.
The line isn't too long and they get a large popcorn, two sodas, and a bag of M&Ms. “I got it,” Spencer says quickly when Damien reaches for his wallet, swiping his card before the man has a chance.
“You paid for the tickets, Spence. And you're little right now, you didn't have to do that.”
Spencer shrugs with a slight blush, “I wanted to,” he tells him as they head towards the theater, “I picked the movie.”
Damien rolls his eyes fondly, bumping his shoulder against Spencer's, “I like the movie too,” he tells him, “You don't have to pay for me to show up.”
The little doesn't answer, his blush darkening slightly as they find their seats and sit. Their timing is almost perfect, the lights quickly dim and the previews start. The movie is incredible, enhanced by the subtle 3D effects and large screen.
As the lights turn back on, Damien turns to look at Spencer to talk in depth about the movie, but he immediately notices a shift in his demeanor.
“Hey bud,” he says casually, collecting all their trash, “You like the movie?”
Spencer nods excitedly, “It was so good!” he says brightly, sounding young, “The dinos were right there!”
Damien grins at him, holding his empty hand out for the little and cooing internally when he takes it with only slight hesitation.
“How old are you now?” he asks as he leads him out of the theater and back towards the car.
“Like seven,” Spencer answers easily, before quickly moving the conversation back to ‘Jurassic Park’. The two of them talk about the movie and just dinosaurs in general through the walk to the car and the drive home, not stopping until Damien parks the car.
“Why you park?” the little asks curiously, “Just drop off.”
The caregiver chuckles fondly as he turns off the car and climbs out, “I'm not dropping a seven year old off at an apartment alone,” he reminds him, opening Spencer's door for him, “I'll tuck you in and sleep on the couch.”
Spencer stares up at him for a minute as he processes Damien's words, blinking a few times before responding, “You're gonna stay?” he questions quietly, “Don't have to.”
Damien crouches to be at his level, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, “I’m your caregiver Spence, of course I'm gonna stay.”
The little launches himself into Damien's arms, the man quickly bracing himself and holding Spencer against him tightly.
“Woah, Spence,” Damien murmurs, running his hand down the little’s back comfortingly. “I’ve got you,” he assures him as he carefully stands, carrying him towards his apartment, “Let's get you inside.”
Spencer lifts his head in surprise when he feels himself leave the ground, “Woah,” he mumbles, looking around curiously, “So tall.”
Damien chuckles as he climbs the stairs, “Having fun up there?” he asks playfully, smiling when Spencer nods, “Can I have your key?”
He's handed Spencer's key and he opens the door to the apartment, placing the little on the couch beside Cleo, his cat.
“It's already pretty late, bub,” he tells the little, watching him happily pet Cleo, “How about we get you ready for bed?”
Spencer nods and stands, walking to his room without prompting. When he reaches it he turns around, looking at Damien confused, “You too, Dames.”
“Of course, Spence,” he responds easily, following the little to his room and watching as he searches through his closet, eventually pulling out two sets of clothes.
“Dunno if fit,” he mumbles, holding the bigger set of clothes out to Damien, “You’re tall.”
He smiles at him as he takes the clothes, “One night in jeans won't hurt me,” he assures him, “Go get ready in the bathroom and I'll try these on, unless you need help?”
The little shakes his head, looking at Damien nervously before surging forward and pulling the man into a quick hug. By the time the caregiver has processed what's happening, Spencer is gone, rushing into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
Damien looks at the door for a moment, letting the surprise wear off a bit before trying on the borrowed clothes. The pants are a bit short, but everything fits well enough so he keeps it on. He sits on the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone idly as he waits for Spencer to return.
“Hey,” a now teenage-sounding Spencer mumbles as he exits the bathroom, “Sorry about all that.”
“Don't worry about it,” Damien assures him, standing to allow him to get into his bed.
“You don't have to stay anymore,” the little tells him, “I can be alone now.”
Damien rolls his eyes fondly, “I know I don't, but with all this age sliding, I'd prefer to stay.”
Spencer shrugs, climbing into bed and watching the man curiously, a small smile forming on his face when he sits on the edge of the bed.
The caregiver holds his hand out, smiling when Spencer takes it without hesitation, fidgeting with his fingers.
“You wanna know why I picked today?” he asks almost silently, a blush forming on his cheeks when Damien nods, “It's Father's Day.”
Damien blinks a few times, having completely forgotten what day it was. He grins at the little, squeezing a pattern into his hand, “Today was awesome.” he assures him, “I had a great time.”
Spencer hums, looking at him intently as he opens and closes his mouth, the words refusing to leave his mouth as his blush grows.
“It's ok,” Damien whispers, “I get it, you don't have to say anything, I understand what you mean. I'm honored to spend Father's Day with you”
The little takes a shaky breath, squeezing Damien's hand tightly. “I-” he starts clearing his throat anxiously.
“Love you, pops,” Spencer murmurs, closing his eyes tightly so he can't see his caregiver's reaction.
A huge smile overtakes Damien's face at the new name. He manages to push his intense excitement back quickly, focusing his attention on Spencer's blatant anxiety instead.
He leans forward and places a barely there kiss on his forehead, moving back to sit up as Spencer's eyes open in surprise, “I love you too, sweetheart,” he says softly, "Whether you call me Dames or pops, you're always my angsty teen, my favorite little.”
Spencer smiles nervously, happiness shining in his eyes, “Good,” he mumbles, releasing his hold on Damien's hand slightly as he closes his eyes, “You're really cool.”
The man laughs, “It’s an honor to be told that by you,” Damien jokes, watching as the little slowly drifts off, “You're perfect.”
A sleepy smile overtakes Spencer's face and just as his breathing is about to even out he pushes out one more thing,
“You too.”