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It’d been a few weeks since everything had happened and honestly, things were amazing, better than either of them could have imagined. Dream was overall happier both in and out of littlespace and George was doing a fantastic job as caregiver and he was a great boyfriend on top of that.
Dream decided to take George out on a proper date, as well as a fun day for little Dream if he’d happened to slip.
Dream had planned a full day at the fair and insisted on paying for everything and anything either of them wanted. Which, of course, included spending way too much money on the games, just to win the most and largest prizes they’d regret having to carry back to the car.
They woke up at 6:30 in the morning, taking about an hour to get ready and prepared to be at the fair when it opened at 9am.
“Are you excited Dream? I sure am,” George chuckles, “Can’t wait to try some new foods, maybe find some cool things to buy as well.”
“Don’t forget about all the prizes we’re going to win,” Dream smirks, taking George’s hand in his own as he drives.
“All the prizes you’re going to drop a few hundred dollars on when they’re only worth fifty max?” George rolls his eyes.
“George! It’s about the memories and the fun of it! Not to mention how happy it’ll make little me, we can decorate my new playroom with them!” Dream exclaims, already getting way too excited.
“Alright, alright, whatever makes you happy,” George smiles sweetly, not bothering with arguing further.
After an hour they find a parking spot and get into the fair, the sun shining brightly upon them as they begin to venture the grounds.
“George, are you getting hungry?” Dream asks idly, gripping George’s hand in his own, “Wanna get something to eat?”
George hums in thought, “I guess I could go for a bite to eat, do you have anything in mind?”
“Oh! I think there's alligator on a stick around here somewhere if you’d like to try it?” Dream chuckles.
“Alligator on a stick? Is it even edible? Are you allowed to eat alligators?” George questions, confusion evident on his face.
“Of course! I have it like every year. It tastes really good, trust me,” Dream assures, “If you want we can share one and if you want more we can always get another.
George shrugs, “I suppose it can’t really hurt to try,” He chuckles as Dream spots the large stand.
Dream orders for the both of them, opting to share a large alligator on a stick as well as a large coke.
“You want the first bite?” Dream offers, holding food close to George.
George hums, “ I suppose, if I don’t like it I’ll spit it out in the trash or something,” He chuckles, proceeding to take a small bite.
As George chews, Dream bobs excitedly, hoping for a positive reaction since this food brings a lot of happy memories to him.
A confused smile plays on George’s face, “I-I think I like it? Didn’t taste bad, but then again I don’t think I took big enough of a bite.”
Dream smiles lovingly, “Have as much as you’d like, I’ll have whatever you don’t finish,” He passes the stick to George to hold, “ Let’s browse some of the shops and then play games.”
The pair acquire a number of bags, deciding to drop everything back at the car before heading to the games.
“Game time!” Dream cheers after having obtained tickets to play games with.
George follows Dream around, game after game, getting all the biggest prizes from each of the games. They eventually come to the ring toss, having a prize that little Dream squeals for.
“George! George! Look da unicorn! I wan it!” Dream bounces excitedly, taking George’s hands in his own.
“Alrighty hun, we need to tone it down a bit, okay? We’re gonna try to win it if you behave,” George instructs, placing a light kiss to Dream’s hand, immediately noticing the slip.
They set their prize filled bags on the ground, as well as the prizes too big to fit. George hands the worker enough tickets for the both of them to have a large bucket.
They begin tossing rings carefully, after three buckets each of unsuccessful attempts little Dream becomes pouty and sad. He nuzzles his face into the crook of George’s neck.
“Hey, it’s okay sweetie. We have one bucket worth of tickets left but if you need more I’ll happily get them.”
Dream nods, eyes wide, “You win for me? Don wan do anymore,” He frowns, looking down at George.
“Course bug,” He says softly into his ear, handing over the last of their tickets, receiving the bucket.
George begins slowly and carefully tossing the rings once more. getting to his last few he takes a deep breath.
He throws a bright red ring, it glistens in the sunlight as it glides across the air, circling perfectly around the neck of the bottle.
Dream beams with light, his sunkissed cheeks turning a bright shade of pink as he wraps George in a tight hug.
“Which prize would you like?” the employee asks, obviously tired from the long day’s work.
“The bright pink unicorn,” George chimes for Dream, noticing he’s become rather small and non verbal.
As it’s handed to George, Dream makes grabby hands for it, the older boy immediately giving it to him.
Dream smiles contentedly as he holds it, George wordlessly puts Dream’s arms through the straps of his backpack one at a time. George takes the rest of the things, wishing he had another helping hand.
“Angel, can you please hold this kitty stuffy for me? My hands are getting quite full and it’s hard to carry all of these,” George asks politely.
Dream nods quickly, taking it by the tail so that it’s easier to hold along with the giant unicorn.
They begin their walk back to the car, George keeping a very close eye on Dream as he walks just ahead of him.
As time passes, Dream begins to trudge along slower and slower, his feet hurting as his incoherent whines slip past his lips.
“What’s wrong, bug?” George asks carefully, looking up at him.
“Feet,” Dream murmurs.
“Your feet? Are they hurting from the walking?” George questions, receiving a nod. “Awe, I’m so sorry, I can see the exit just up ahead, It’s only a little longer to the car.”
Dream groans slightly before he waddles along in stride with George.
The pair reach the car, Dream happily taking the passenger seat, scooting it far back to allow room for his new stuffie on his lap. George takes care of situating the rest of their things in the back, taking the driver’s seat, glad he got his license shortly after moving to the US.
Before George pulls out of the parking space, he remembers something, opening the center console as he retrieves a paci and puts it between Dream’s lips.
Dream hums gratefully, fiddling with the unicorn in his lap.
“Hey little one, would you like some Mcdonalds? I heard your tummy growling,” George prompts, gently lacing his fingers in Dream’s hair.
Dream holds his stomach momentarily before nodding, leaning into the touch of George’s hand.
“Okay baby, I’ll take us to the closest one. Do you want a happy meal honey? I can get some extra food to eat later if it’s not enough,” George asks, still gently playing with Dream’s hair.
Dream nods mumbling a small, “mhm” continuing to fiddle with his unicorn’s fluffy hooves.
George swiftly arrives at McDonalds, ordering Dream a happy meal as well as an extra cheeseburger and fries, he gets himself a 10 piece chicken nugget and fries, finally he gets them both a soda.
As George pulls up to the pay window Dream drops his binky from his mouth, nervous to embarrass George or get in trouble. George hands his card over, noticing the fallen pacifier and plopping it back into Dream’s mouth.
George receives his card back, pulling up to the next window. The second he gets there Dream lets his paci fall once more.
George spares a concerned glance before grabbing his food and putting the drinks in the cupholder. Before heading back onto the road, George parks in the lot.
“Dreamie honey, why do you keep spitting this out when you see people? You know it’s okay to have your pacifier in while with me,” George talks gently, setting the paci on the dash.
“No wan barrass yous,” Dream barely gets out, a sniffle escaping his lips.
“Baby boy, you could never embarrass me,” George assures. “Would you like your food right now?”
Dream nods, promptly receiving his food from George and opening his meal. He quickly and excitedly takes the toy from the box, stimming happily at what he got. He struggles to rip open the packaging before finally revealing his pikachu toy. Dream waves it in George’s peripheral, getting his attention.
“Wow, bug! That's so cool! Is that Pikachu?” George asks, getting back onto the road home.
Dream just grunts in affirmation, setting the toy down in favor of munching on his food, trying to make as little mess as possible. While eating, little Dream insists on feeding George some of his food while he drives.
The pair bathe in the orange glow of the setting sun, Dream’s sunkissed face peaceful with impending sleep. George smiles dopily at the sweet sight of his handsome little boy, his astounding boyfriend, drifting to sleep.