Just a note: I LOVE the thought of a Dad/Son relationship between James and Len. It's just… so adorable! Which is why almost everything I write about either of them has little bits of that in them. And this little beauty, shall focus on it.
The title basically explains what the fic is about: The five times James called Len 'Daddy' by accident, and the one time it was on purpose. I thought it would be cute… Besides which, I have NOTHING to do today. No school, no work… Nothing.
This will be separated into six chapters, because I tend to stretch things out a bit. (Best example of this was last year, when I was asked to do a six-hundred word story for an assignment. It ended up over three-thousand words before time was up, and my teacher could only shake his head at me)
The First Time
I stand outside the door; Not wanting to go in, nor wanting to stay alone. I can feel the damp material sticking to my legs. I hadn't meant to do it! It was an accident.
Len was snoring inside. He told me when I first came that I shouldn't bother him unless it was an emergency, but I don't know what to do, and if I stay alone, the monsters might get me.
Tentatively, I push open the door and peek inside. It's even darker in there than here, but Len's in there – I can hear him! I put my foot into the bedroom. The floor creaks, and I shiver a little bit when Len moves.
I'm too scared to say anything – And I can feel the cold material getting warmer and wetter again. The sobs start. Mummy used to his me when I did this, but I can't help it – I don't want Len to be mad at me.
"Hey," He says, getting up slowly. I don't look up at him.
I think he notices what I've done, because when he moves towards me, he stops for a moment before getting close.
"It's," Len pauses, probably checking the time, "Two in the bloody morning!" He screams.
My sobs continue, and I feel him get closer again.
"What in the bloody hell are you –" He stops shouting, and turns on the light. "Oh, dude,"
I look up at him, and I cringe at his face: A mix of disgust and annoyance. Or that's what I see, anyway.
The sniffs escalate back into sobs, and I look back down in shame.
"Hey, kiddo," Len says, and he places his hands on my shoulders. "Listen," He stops and puts a hand through his hair. I think he might be tired – It is very early. I should have just waited in my bedroom. 'It's okay, y'know…" And he places his arms around me.
"What?" He pulls away suddenly, looking frantic, "Sorry – Did I hurt you? Are you –"
The tears still haven't stopped.
I pull myself closer to him, and rub my face into his bare chest.
He picks me up, not caring about the pee or my weight.
"Good boy," He whispers in my ear as he walks me to my room, "Good, good boy."
He cleans me up, and together we strip the bed.
When we're done, he tucks me in, and sits beside me for a few minutes – Not looking, nor touching me.
"Buddy, has this happened before?"
"No, Dadd –" I place my hands over my mouth. How could I say that to Len? He's not my father – Just my guardian.
But he looks over at me, shocked, but he's… smiling.
He kisses me on the forehead, and within a few minutes, I'm asleep.
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