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“Okay, bud, let’s get you dressed for the park,” Roman grinned at the little buy in his arms, setting him on the bed.
“Can’t I go in my kitty onesie, Papa?” Patton looked at Roman, putting on his best puppy eyes.
“No, little prince, you wouldn’t want to get it dirty, now would you?” Roman turned around from where he had been rummaging through the drawers. He was holding a mini version of Patton's favorite blue polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts.
“No Papa,” the Patton early eagerly bounced off the bed, trying to quickly slip out of the cat onesie, but getting stuck on the zipper.
“Help please, Papa,” he asked, lifting his arms to the side to give Roman better access to the zipper.
“Of course, Little Prince,” Roman chuckled, kneeling down in front of Patton, helping him with the sticky zipper.
“Thank you, Papa!” Patton cheered once Roman had finished, quickly slipping of the onesie and pulling on the shirt. He popped his head through the collar, only to notice he had put it on backward.
“Look what I did, Papa!” he giggled. Roman looked over laughing at the site.
“Good job, Little Prince, now turn it around and put on your pants. Do you need to go potty before we leave?” Roman turned from where he had been packing a bag with various items. He quickly checked that he had everything. A change of clothes? Check. A water bottle? Check. Some snacks and a lunch? Check. Some pull-ups just in case? Check. Satisfied, he turned around bag over his shoulder.
“Hey, Little Prince, ready to go?” Roman smiled at Patton, picking him up.
“Yes, Papa!” Patton giggled, wrapping his arms around Roman’s neck to avoid falling.
~~~~~~Time Skip brought to you by Patton and Puppies~~~~~~
“Okay, Little Prince, what first?” Roman turned to the little boy walking beside him. Patton turned his head, looking up at Roman.
“Umm, playground first, Papa,” Patton grabbed Roman’s hand pulling him towards the swings. Roman let himself be pulled but led Patton towards a table first.
“Let’s get some sunscreen on first. Don’t want Dad to yell at us now, do we?” Roman set the backpack on the pick-nick table. He lifted Patton onto the bench, pulling out the tube of sunscreen he had placed in the side pocket.
“Nooo, no sunscreen. It’s always so sticky!” Patton squirmed, wrinkling his nose.
“Patton, sweety, you gotta wear sunscreen. If you don’t you get all red and your skin will really hurt later.” Roman kneeled down.
“But, Papa!” Patton whined, trying to squirm away.
“No buts, Little Prince. And look, I brought a new sunscreen that sprays on so it won't be sticky!” Roman smiled, showing the small aerosol can to the little boy.
“Okay Papa,” Patton pouted stretching out his arms. Roman smiled at the boy and reached out to roll up the sleeves of the polo, making sure to avoid getting sunscreen on them.
After finishing with Patton, Roman repeated the process on himself, rolling up the sleeves of his t-shirt. He had decided to forgo his usual Disney prince jacket for a graphic tee in sight of the good weather.
~~~~~~Time Skip brought to you by Roman in Minnie Ears~~~~~~
Patton ran towards the slides, squealing happily.
“Hey Little Prince, be careful up there!” he called, not wanting the little boy to get hurt.
“Yes Papa, I’ll be careful!” Patton giggled. He carefully climbed the stairs, making sure to sit down completely before going down the long curly slide. Giggling he clambered out at the other end. Strands of hair stuck up in every direction. Roman reached out to smooth them out but pulled back his hand immediately, yelping at the static electricity transferring to his hand. Patton looked up. His laughter increased as he saw Roman.
“Papa, your hair looks really funny. Like the time Dad convinced you to put your hand on the Tesla coil!” he giggled. Roman gave him a playful glare. Quickly fixing both of their hairstyles, he sent Patton off to play.
“Will you push me on the swings Papa?” Patton asked, flashing his doe eyes at Roman.
“Sure Little Prince,” Roman smiled, letting Patton grab his wrist and pull him towards the old-fashioned swing set. Watching the little boy clamber on, he made sure he was holding on tight before gently pushing him.
“Harder Papa!” Patton laughed, kicking his legs in an effort to help. Roman obliged, pushing the boy harder. As he pushed, he began zoning out, thinking about how they could fix this problem.
“Owwwwwww, Papa!” Loud wailing jolted Roman out of his thoughts. His head whipped around for the source, finding Patton sitting on the ground. The little boy was holding his knee, blood streaming between his fingers.
“Oh Little Prince, I’m so sorry!” Roman gasped, running to Patton. He picked up the little boy, trying not to jostle his knee further, and carried him to the picnic table with their bag. Pulling out the pocket first-aid kit, Roman gently pried away Patton’s fingers and wrapped the knee in a bandage.
“Hey Little Prince, it’ll be okay, yeah? Let’s go home and Daddy will take a better look at it. He’ll take really good care of you.” he whispered. Roman quickly packed up the rucksack, throwing the sunscreen, first-aid kit, and the water bottle in haphazardly.
“Papa, will you carry me back?” Patton sniffled from his spot on the bench. Roman melted, his heart breaking at the little tear stained cheeks.
“Of course Little Prince,” Roman said guiltily, carefully scooping the little boy into his arms.