Daddy

First Day

Hunter's POV

I woke up the next day in a large room. I was in a queen sized bed with a pink comforter, purple sheets, and purple pillowcases. I sat up and looked around. There were all different types of toys everywhere. My favorite, though, was the huge stuffed bear. It was the size of my torso.

I pulled the comforter off myself slowly and looked down at my pajamas. They were blue with clouds all over them. I giggled and picked up the teddy bear, holding it to my chest. I walked out of my room and down the steps, trying to be quiet just incase Daddy was still sleeping. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I walked down the steps.

My hair was messy and all over the place while some of the buttons on my pajama top were misaligned. I didn't really care though. I walked into the kitchen to find Daddy making breakfast. I walked up next to him and tried to reach for the plate of bacon next to the stove. Key word; tried.

He gave me a stern look and I pouted, holding the teddy bear tighter. He gave me a softer look and handed me a small piece of bacon, but not before saying, "You have to ask Daddy for a piece. No reaching." I nodded and smiles big eating the bacon slowly. I watched him cook. It was so fascinating.

He chuckled and shooed me away, kissing my head softly. He stepped away from the stove and grabbed a sippy cup. He opened the lid and poured apple juice into it before putting the lid back on, making sure it was tight. He handed it to me and kisses my head once more. "Thank you." I say as I take a drink. "You're welcome, baby boy." He says as he walks back to the stove.

After about ten or so minutes I sat at the kitchen island on a breakfast stool kicking my feet in boredom. I set the teddy bear in the stool next to mine. Daddy turned around with a plate of bacon, and another plate of eggs. I made a face at the eggs and instead focused my attention on the bacon.

He set a plate in front of me along with a fork thay had a rubber handle. He scraped some scrambled eggs onto my plate along with a few pieces of bacon before making himself a plate. I whined and pointed at my bear. "Where's his plate?" I asked childishly. Daddy stared at me, his eyebrow raised. I pouted and made my eyes tear up slightly looking up at him.

He sighed and grabbed a small plate putting a little bit of eggs and bacon onto my bear's plate. When he turned around to put up the leftover eggs and bacon, I quickly scraped my eggs onto the bears plate and put the bears bacon onto my plate. Daddy turned back around and gave me a suspicious look before sitting down.

He stared at my plate as I took a bite of bacon and I stared down at my lap. "Hunter?" He asked and I looked up at him. "Yes, daddy?" I replied. "Where's your eggs?" He asked slowly with a knowing look. "Mr.Bear took them." I replied, taking another bite of bacon. "Oh, did he now?" He asks, looking in my eyes.

I blushed nervously and nodded slowly. "Then maybe we should move Mr.Bear so that he doesn't steal your eggs anymore, hmm?" He asked me before standing up and swapping seats with my bear. He switched the plates and scraped some of the eggs back onto my plate. I frowned and pushed my plate away.

He tilted his head and looked at me as I pouted. "Hunter." He said sternly. I made a 'hmph' noise and crossed my arms as he pushed the plate back towards me. "You need to eat your eggs." He says and I shake my head grumpily. "Eggs are gross." I say as he takes some onto his fork. I watch him as he put the fork into his mouth eating the eggs slowly and rubs his tummy afterwards.

"See, baby boy? Yummy!" He tells me as he takes some of my eggs onto my fork. He bring the fork close to my mouth but I keep it shut. "Hunter." He said more sternly and then I remember the rule. 'What Daddy says, goes'. I opened my mouth begrudgingly and he slowly put the fork in.

I ate slowly as he fed me pouting worse by the minute. I hated eggs. Finally he set my fork down and my plate was empty. He quickly ate his food as I say with my arms crossed kicking my feet. "Baby boy, are you angry with Daddy?" I heard him ask. I nodded and huffed slightly, staring at the counter.

"Hmmm, why?" He asked, and I could feel his eyes on me. "Because you made me eat nasty eggs." I say grumpily as I scrunch my face up. "Well you need those eggs to get big and strong, Hunter. You can't just have bacon." He says sternly as he stands up grabbing all of the plates. "Get out of that mood now, darling. We are going shopping." He says as he begins washing the dishes.

I pout and grab my bear before stomping out of the kitchen. I hate shopping. I heard the water stop and Daddy run to catch up with me as I walked up the stairs. I was still pouting and he gave me a look and I immediately stopped. We walked in my room and he walked to my closet, which only had and few outfits in it at the moment. He grabbed a few things and brought them out, lying them on the bed.

He motioned for me to step closer and I blushed as he began unbuttoning my shirt. I held his hands and looked in his eyes. I was nervously for him to see my body. He smiled reassuringly and kissed my head softly. "It's okay." He says as he continues to unbutton the shirt, pulling it off my slender form.

He smiles and rubs his large hands over my chest and I shiver slightly in pleasure. He begins pushing my bottoms down and I can feel my face go completely red. I hear him tsk and I look up at him. "Boys your age aren't nearly big enough to wear these boxers. Let's find you something else." My face is as red as a tomato by this point and I'm too afraid to speak so I just nod. He seems to understand and walks to my dresser.

He pulls out a pair of blue tighty whiteys. I stare at them as he comes closer and kneels down in front of me. He pulls my boxers down in one quick movement and asks me to step out if them. It takes everything in me not to cover myself. I was so embarrassed. He helped my feet through the holes and lifted the new underwear onto me. They were a bit snug.

He put a pair of tan knee length shorts on me along with an oversized blue hoodie with a duck on it. He had me wear high white socks and light up tennis shoes. He fixed my hair and kisses my cheek grabbing my hand. I whined slightly and made grabby hands at him as I grabbed my bear. He chuckled and picked me up, holding me on his hip like a toddler.

I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder, squeezing the bear. He grabbed his keys off the counter as we walked down the stairs and out to the car. Locking the front door, we made our way to his car. He opened the back door and sat me in a pink car seat that was in the middle. He buckled me and went around to his side, climbing in slowly.

As he started the car I held my bear closer and yawned softly, my eyes feeling heavy. "Try and stay awake, baby boy." He says and I nod as I rub my eyes. I can see him smile at me in the rear view mirror and with that image in my mind, I fall asleep.