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You were trying so very hard to fall asleep…but nothing was working. It didn’t help that you were little, and that side of you was just begging to play. Games, or toys. Anything. Anything would beat the boredom of just laying in bed doing NOTHING. Though if your boyfriends knew you were up so late when you were little…you shuddered to think.
Not that anything terrible would happen, but even the smallest of punishment seemed too mean right now! Timeout was the worst. So you thought of who you could go to that wouldn’t tell on you. One boyfriend came to mind, and you KNEW he was up right now. He was always up late reading or scrolling through cat videos.
He liked to be different, so when there was one on one time with him, he didn’t like to be called daddy like the others did. He wanted to be called Papa, and that was just fine with you! He also had special outfits for your little or big spaces to show him you wanted time with him. Not that it needed to be said, but he did hold a certain amount of comfort in you wearing clothes picked by him.
So you ran to your closet and grabbed your green and yellow onesie. However putting it on proved to be difficult. You were too small for all those arm and leg holes! And that zipper? One of the world’s greatest mysteries. How anyone could use a zipper was beyond you right now. It almost made you cry, but you did whimper a couple times. So you did what you could, and called Papa.
It barely even rang once, when he picked up. “It’s a bit late, what are you still doing up?” He didn’t sound irritated, in fact he sounded a bit confused, but pleasantly surprised by your late night call. “Is everything alright? You know you can always come to my room.” He stated, and you could hear him close his book and stand up.
“P-papa…” Was all you could, and needed to say. It clicked for him, and you could hear him rustle around. You weren’t sure what exactly he was doing, but you knew one thing for sure: He’s coming to your room. When you said that magical word, he was always right by your side.
As you suspected, within a single minute he was walking in your room and hanging up the phone. “Hello, dear…you know it’s definitely too late for you to be up like this.” His tone was stern, but his face showed only compassion, especially when he saw your messy job of putting on your onesie. “Aw…look at you!” He then used his voice reserved for you and cats.
“Was someone having a hard time getting their onesie on?” He walked closer and you did an “uppies” motion, and it made him chuckle. “Alright, alright but we have to get you dressed first.” Making you pout momentarily before raising your arms to show you would help him with the clothes.
He eased you into them, putting the leg through the right hole before carefully putting your arms in. Satan used one hand to tickle you while he zipped you up, and both of you ended up laughing from it. “There! All better. Now let’s get you to bed, dear.” He lifted you up, and laid you in the bed with a softness he didn’t usually have. At least…not with his brothers around.
You crossed your arms and pouted. “No bed!” But you didn’t in the least fight him when he laid you down, until he tried to put the blanket over you. “NO BED!” And you kicked the blankets back off. You already tried to sleep! It wasn’t working! But those words were too big for you right now.
He tilted his head and tried to figure out the problem, but knew just what to do. “Okay! No bed. But can I tuck you in? There’s a story I know you’d love to listen to. I can read for you? Would that be okay?” He smiled and patted the top of your head. He knew how much you loved for him to read to you, and he figured out long ago his reading voice would put you right to sleep this late at night. It was a win-win situation. He’d get to spend alone time with you, and you could get to sleep.
“Hm…” You thought with a serious face, “Two stories!” And beamed at him, making him laugh. You reached for him, and he let you for a moment, before pulling back. You whined, but didn’t protest. You’d get your two stories and you both knew it. “Two!” You said again, and laid down fully, letting him put the covers over you.
“Alright, alright. Two stories. But I do have to go get them, I’ll be right back. Promise.” And he shook your pinky before you could even prompt for it. “No take backsies!” He said, all but running out of the room to get your story books. It made you laugh, too, since he would be the only one who could take back that promise. Your Papa could be so silly.
He returned in record time, and brought out two kid’s books you haven’t read yet! It was exciting, and you knew he only got them for you. “I promised I’d be back!” He said, and got comfy in the bed next to you.
You sat up, and put your head on his shoulder so you could see the pictures. They were drawn really cute, and made you even more excited to have the books read to you. Turning a couple pages, he stopped you. “Hey! No spoilers, dear. You’ll ruin the fun!” But he smiled, and patted your head once more.
Just as he suspected, it took maybe half of the book before you were asleep on his shoulder. He was quick to realize it, because your commentary died off, and you began to snore softly. He set the book to the side, and laid you down in a more comfortable position.
Satan tried to get up, but you only pulled him closer. It was alright, he would have years to read more books. He treasured time with you more than any book in the world, and having you cling to him…it was just too cute. He allowed you to rest your head in the crook of his arm, and used his other arm to slide over your middle. He clung to you, just as you clung to him. Even though he wasn’t your only boyfriend, he was your only “Papa” and that meant all the world and more.