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Dream wakes up in the early afternoon, sunlight streaming through the house, a nice warmth below his body. As he slowly becomes more aware, he feels his binky, still in his mouth. He gently lets it out of his mouth trying to decipher where the warmth is coming from.
Then he realizes.
He cautiously pushes himself up, staring down at an awake George with a sweet smile on his face.
“Morning Dream, how’re you doing this morning?” his words are more tame then they usually would be, especially considering the odd situation they’re in.
“I- uhm… I’m alright. Just a bit, well, confused?” Dream admits, pulling himself completely off of George as he sits atop the armrest of the couch.
“Okay, well, last night you were really stressed about editing, andI found you crying-” George is interrupted by Dream.
“Shit! The editing! I need to get the video done for tomorrow!” Dream shouts out, hands covering his face.
“Hey, Dream chill, take some deep breaths,” George sits up, scooting closer to Dream and laying a comforting hand on his knee.
Dream can already feel himself regressing, “Did I give you the uhm, the note last night? Sometimes I can be a bit forgetful.”
“Yes, you didn’t forget, but what you did forget is that fact that I said yes,” George smiles. “Before you say anything, yes, I’m completely sure and I won’t be changing my mind.”
Dream pulls his hands from his face, finally looking at George to give him a light smile, “You’re so amazing George.”
“I know,” he chuckles, “I’m going to do something even more amazing though.”
“What could you possibly…? No. George, No. You are not going to edit the video, you have your own things to do,” Dream swiftly argues.
“You’d like to think I’m soooo busy, when in reality, I’m completely free for the whole day! What do you know?” George pushes.
Dream leans down against George in defeat, “Fine, I give up. I’ve already stressed myself out way too much this morning just thinking about the editing.”
“Aww does my little Dreamie need a break or perhaps a sippy this morning?” George coos, standing up from the couch.
Dream huffs, “No.”
“Are you sure? I’m going to make myself some tea so I might as well?” He grabs last night’s sippy from the coffee table.
“Yes George, I’m sure. I’m gonna put something on Netflix and chill here for a while,” Dream informs, receiving a small, ‘okay’ from George.
George finishes making his tea, going to Dream’s room to edit. He notices the boy's phone sitting on his desk, deciding to grab it and bring it to him.
“Hey Dream, I thought I’d bring you your phone,” George smiles, handing the device to him, “Text me if you need anything, otherwise I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
“Okay, Thank you again George, you’re great,” Dream blushes, distracting himself with his phone.
George edits for a good three hours, reaching the last twenty-ish minutes of the footage when he realizes he’s hungry. As he’s saving the progress of the video, he hears the bedroom door open, spinning around in his chair.
There's Dream, binky in mouth, clutching his dragon in his hands. All he does is look at George with his big green eyes.
“Hey angel, what do you need?” George hums, getting no response. “How old are you bug? Can you hold up however many fingers?”
Dream looks down at his hand before holding up two fingers.
“Aw, you’re so little and cute Dreamie, c’mere, is there something you need?” George asks as Dream waddles over to him, sitting in his lap.
“Mhm,” Is all Dream can manage.
“Okay hun, do you want a change of clothes?” A nod. “Do you want different pjs?” He shakes his head. “Alright, some day clothes? Some comfy shorts and a T-shirt?” Dream nods. “That’s great sweetie, can you get up and help me pick things out?”
Dream nods once more, walking over to his dresser, rummaging through it before pulling out some black and grey checkered shorts, seemingly mid-thigh length. He then moves to his closet with George in tow, grabbing a plain black shirt before handing everything to George.
“Do you want my help?” George asks, slightly nervous about having to dress Dream.
The boy nods.
“Okay little man, I’m gonna start with your hoodie,” George informs.
He sets the clothes on Dream’s bed beside them, “Lift your arms all the way up in the air for me bud,” Dream does so as George gets the hoodie just barely up and off his head, instructing him to lower his arms as he gets the hoodie fully off.
George gets the fresh shirt on Dream without much of a problem, moving to Dream’s pyjama pants. He gently slides them off, having Dream step out of them. He grabs the shorts, kneeling on the floor as Dream steps into them. George zips and buttons the shorts before he stands up.
“Do you need anything else Angel? I’m going to make some food, do you want some?” George asks, moving a stray hair from Dream’s face.
Dream, once again nods with a small “mhm.”
“I think I may have seen some dino nuggets in the freezer, would you like some of those along with a bottle of milk?”
Dream gently bounces up and down, nodding excitedly.
“Okay, my pretty boy, do you have a special bottle for when you’re this adorable and small?”
Dream slowly nods, uttering a small, “Yours?” through his binky.
George swiftly retrieves the baby bottle from Dream’s desk drawer,” What?... oh. Oh… Uhm, well, y’know what. Yes. You’re my little Dream, my amazing handsome little boy,” George smiles brightly, taking Dream’s hand in his own, “C’mon, let’s get something on the TV while I make your food.
George sets up a movie, How to Train Your Dragon, seemingly one of Dream’s favorites while he makes the boy’s food.
He can hear the boy babbling to himself about the main character, hiccup, something about him and George being similar?
George just pushes his thoughts aside as he sticks the frozen chicken nuggets in the oven, setting a timer to take them out later. He then grabs the milk from the fridge, pouring it into Dream’s bottle before returning the carton.
“Hey little one, here's your bottle, your dino nuggets will be ready soon,” George smiles, Dream taking the bottle happily, setting his binky aside in favor of the milk.
As George begins to turn away he sees Dream making grabby hands at him.
“What’s up, bug? Can you tell me what you need?” George asks, crouching down in front of Dream to be more eye level.
While holding his bottle between his lips, Dream leans forward, wrapping his arms around George’s shoulders. The boy quickly hugs back, wrapping his arms around Dream’s waist, rubbing his back gently.
The pair soon pull away, Dream quickly dropping the bottle from his lips.\
“George!” Dream points at the TV, “Toofis hurted! Can’t fly way!” Dream shouts at the television.
“Oh no! Do you think he’s gonna be okay?” George plays along, looking from the screen to Dream.
Dream giggles, “Course! I seen dis lotsa time. He gon be otay soon! Jus’ don like when he not feel good.”
God, when George says his heart melted at Dream’s adorableness he means it. Dream was way too goddamn cute for his own good.
Before George can do anything else, the timer goes off, signalling that the food was done.
“Alright Angel, do you wanna eat here or at the table?” George asks, ruffling Dream’s soft hair slightly.
“Here please! Wanna watch dis!” Dream exclaims.
“Alrighty, can you tell me how old you are now hun?”
“I’m four!”
“Thank you so much Dreamboat, I'll be back with your food, do you want barbeque sauce or ketchup?”
“Barque pleaseee.”
George quickly returns, a plate of around twenty nuggets and a container of barbeque in hand.
“We only had one clean plate, I hope it’s okay if we share,” George smiles sweetly, taking a seat beside Dream.
“Das okay! I love my Georgie so I good with sharin,” Dream wiggles happily in his seat, he can’t help but give George a kiss on the cheek in his little state.
“Hey! What was that for you silly monkey?” George coos, setting the plate down on Dream’s lap.
“Its cuz I love you!” Dream smiles brightly.
“Alright then, do you wanna put the barbeque on the plate or do you want me to do it?” George asks.
“You can do it!”
After eating, George puts everything away.
“I’m gonna finish the video now, do you wanna stay here and watch the movie or come with me to hangout while I work on it?”
“With you!” Dream smiles, gathering his things and pausing the movie before joining George to his own room.
George gets Dream situated in bed before moving to the computer, resuming the last of the work. Before he knows it, Dream is fast asleep.
After lots of hard work, George finally finished the video up to Dream’s standards, hoping he won't need to make any final tweaks or edits.
He gets up from the chair, moving to Dream’s bed to gently wake the boy.
“Mhm, hey George,” Dream smiles, his voice a little scratchy with sleep, “What’s up? Was I much trouble while little?”
“Nah, you were really good. I actually just woke you to say I finished the editing,” George smiles, “Can I ask you something though? It’s about something little you said.”
“Oh, uhm, go for it I guess,” Dream sits up, a bit nervous.
“While you were small you said that you loved me and even gave me a kiss on the cheek, and, well, over the past few weeks I started to realize that I have feelings for you. And taking care of you while little really showed me how much I.. how much I love you,” George confesses, tears brimming in his eyes.
“George… damn, little me is way too honest, really just wears my heart on my sleeve” Dream rubs the back of his head.
“Wait, does that mean?” George asks, lip quivering.
“Yes George, I really do love you, and I’d like it if you were my boyfriend, on top of being my caregiver if that’s alright.”
“Of course Dream, this is all I could’ve ever asked for,” George brings him into a tight embrace, pulling away slightly before they kiss.
God, it’s like a dream come true, it feels like they just go together so perfectly. Just like milk and tea.