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Part 3: Atticus x Corey

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Atticus pulls up to Corey's apartment building and parks his car. Corey's is clenching the t-shirt close and staring at the floorboard. The storm outside is still going strong, which worries Atticus. How can I leave him alone? He's too little right now.

Luckily for Corey and Atticus, Atticus is a Daddy Dom. Has been for years, but has only had one little. But they broke up with him after confessing to cheating.

That was when he was thirty-two. So many years ago. Atticus looks over at the small boy in the passenger seat and pats his hand. Corey looks up at Atticus and pouts.

"Do you want me to take you inside?" Corey nods.

"Okay, stay here." Atticus shuts his car off and gets out of the driver's seat.

He runs over to the passenger side. Luckily it wasn't raining hard, so he can take this moment to run Corey to his apartment. He opens the door and unbuckles Corey's seatbelt, then picks him up bridal style.

He decided he'll come back to get Corey's backpack from the backseat later. The scared boy snuggles into his hero's arm and grips his shirt tight.

"Which one is yours baby?" Corey points to the stairs.

"Go up da staiws, is numer fifeen." Atticus listens to the directions till he reaches the door number 15.

"Da key." Corey's points to the small mail box hanging on the side of the wall next to his door. Atticus digs inside to find a small silver key to unlock the door.

Finally he gets it open and moves them both inside. The apartment is small, with only a joined kitchen and living room, one bedroom, and one bathroom. A small couch in the living room with a tiny table in front of the couch. The walls are plain, with little nic nats placed throughout the kitchen. It's not much but it has everything Corey needs.

"I'm going to lay you on the couch buddy." Corey whines as he doesn't want to be put down.

"Onesie pwease." He whispers and tightens his grip on Atticus's shirt. The older male is warm and comforting to Corey.

"Where's your bedroom baby?" Corey points to a door with his name painted on a piece of paper. With stickers of kittens and puppies.

Atticus chuckles as he opens the door to see a blue painted wall, with a queen sized bed, a pile of stuffed animals in the corner, a small dresser, and a closet. Atticus sets Corey down on the bed. The small brown and black fluffy and squishy pug sat next to the pillows and was immediately captured in Corey's arms.

"Who is this cute little puppy?" Atticus questions as he pocked the nose of the stuffie. Corey smiles and bounces on bed.

"His nam is puggy, he my favowite stuffie! Does yu like em?" Atticus chuckles at Corey's toddler talk.

"Yes baby boy I love him, he's just as cute as you." Atticus boops Corey's nose making the boy giggle more.

"Now what do you want to wear?" Atticus asks.

"I wan kitty onesie! Kitty onesie!!" Corey's legs dangle over the side of the bed and he bounces on it. Atticus chuckles softly and ruffles Corey's hair.

"Alright sweet boy, where is it? In the closet?" Corey nods and Atticus opens the closet door. He finds three different colored kitten onesies. He picks out the blue one hoping it's the right one.

When Atticus turns back around Corey is trying to unbutton his Khaki pants, but is failing miserably. He smiles and chuckles at the poor boy struggling.

"Do you need help, little one?" Atticus asks. Corey pouts and huffs at his struggle to do a simple task. It may be simple to others, but to him it's hard.

"Um yeah. I sowwy puggy no hel me eithew." Corey lowers his head and gives a sad look at his stuffie laying on the bed. He knew people usually hated when he acted like a child. His mother and father kicked him out once they found out he was a little. His last boyfriend had used it against him and abused his little side.

He never thought he'd trust anyone else. What if his boss was just tricking him, and was going to hurt him. Or tell everyone at his work. Maybe he'll be fired. Corey begins to sniffle and his eyes become tear filled again. He got to deep in his negative thoughts. Atticus notices the change in Corey's deminor. Why was he crying? Had he said something to upset him?

"Baby boy, why are you crying?" Atticus asked but received no answer. So he sets the onesie on the bed and kneels in front of the weeping boy. Slowly he used his index finger to lift Corey's chin, so he was looking deep into his eyes.

"Why are you crying? Did I upset you buddy?" Corey shakes his head. Atticus gently rubs Corey's cheek, to sooth him and wipe away his tears.

"I a stupid baby..." Corey says as his finger fiddles with the shirt he wears. Atticus shakes his head and cups both of Corey's cheeks.

"You are not a stupid baby little one. You are a perfect little baby boy and are such a good boy. I want you to dress in your onesie while I make you something to eat." Corey makes a whine to protest but Atticus gives him a scolding look.

"No whining, if you want something you ask." Atticus assumed Corey's little age was at least five based on how he acted, but would ask later.

"Hel me pwease, Mr. Wide." He pointed to the onesie. Atticus smiled and patted the boy's head playfully.

"You can call me Atticus, we aren't at work." Atticus sat on the bed and directed Corey to stand in front of him. He slowly pulled his shirt off Corey, and folded it on the dresser.

"I'm going to take your pants off bubby, is that alright?" Corey's eyes flashed with fear. He pulled away and turned around.

"No no no no, wait!. Atticus grabbed his hand and squeezed it. In a attempt to calm the fearful boy.

"Alright sweetie, I won't. Do you want to do it, how do you want me to help?" How could Corey forget about all the self harm scars on his thighs. The black haired male would for sure shame him for that, even if he seemed trustworthy. But he's just too little to dress himself. A risk he's going to have to take.

"Hel me ubutton dem? An put onesies on?" He pointed to the buttons in the khakis. Atticus smiles softly, and pats the other's arm.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to. Now I'm just going to take these off and put on your onesie, I won't do anything else." Corey nods and lets Atticus's big hands pull the khakis down. Corey watches his expressions.

At first Atticus seems shocked by the scars, but he pushes away the many questions he has and smiles up at the boy standing before him. He grabs the onesie and unzips the front.

"Lift this foot up buddy." Corey does as told, lifting both feet one at a time so his feet would go into the pant legs. Atticus pulls the clothing up and slides Corey's arms into the sleeves. He finally zips up the outfit and pats the boy on the head. Corey grabs puggy and hugs him tightly.

"Tank chu, Atty." Atticus is surprised by the name but he ignores and chooses not to comment. It was cute, just a little.