My Name Is Teddy Grey and I Love My Daddy
Christian never thought his child would be in pain, and when it happens his bond with his beloved baby grows stronger than he could have ever imagined. MATURE THEMES! Bladder, bed wetting etc.
Christian heard the crying when he came into the hallway. His instincts as a parent kicked in and before getting Ana he needed to see what was happening with his baby boy.
"Teddy, its Daddy what's wrong?" he called softly opening the door to the bedroom. The scared eleven year old looked up at his father, and sniffled.
"My… my tummy hurts," he couldn't tell his father the real problem, it was too weird. Christian went into comforter mode. He picked him up, the little one resting on his shoulder.
"Come on, I'll get you medicine." They padded down the hallway, he switched Teddy to his hip, opening the cabinet.
"Dad…" came the drowsy reply after popping the antacid.
"What baby?" Christian replied rubbing his back, as they sat on the couch together. He felt his little boy hesitate. Now Christian was worried.
"Baby, what's the problem?" he whispered gently, starting to rub his back.
"I… I don't know…"
"Then why are you so upset?"
"I… I… don't know how to tell you…" Christian leaned back, starting to rock him gently. He kissed his head softly, biting his lip to stop panicking.
