hey you all! :)
Thank you Anonymous for your review! I am so happy you like my story! Unfortunately, Harry won't make another appearance...it was just a one time thing.
This chapter is, next to chapter 14, my other favorite chapter of this story, cause there's major tom/ godric fluff, angst, h/c, aaaand spanking :D the scene at the house between them is actually the scene that I had in mind when I started writing this fic- and everything else just got arranged around it kinda. I twas never supposed to take 20 chapters to get there, though :D
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
WARNING: SPANKING!
"Are you ready, Sirius?"
"Yes, I am ready!", Sirius whispered back excitedly, "we can go!"
They were hidden under the cloak, preparing to finally go through with their plan- Dumbledore was back from his conference, and he was in his office, alone, just like he always was in the late evenings.
"Let's go then", Aurelius said quietly, "stay as close to me as you can- and no more talking, understand?"
"Yes, Aurelius", Sirius whispered back cheekily, and squeaked when his older brother half- heartedly smacked his backside, "behave, Sirius, or I'll go without you."
"Sorry, Relius", he smiled when Aurelius pulled him into a quick hug, "let's go."
They silently walked down the hallway, not running into anyone, not even a ghost. The hardest part would be to get into Dumbledore's office- they would have to wait for a visitor or a house elf and sneak in behind them.
Tonight, they were lucky- they had barely been waiting for ten minutes when a house elf appeared, holding a tray with lemon and orange drops. They managed to get into the moving staircase behind the elf, and moments later, they were in the office.
Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, grumbling over some documents, "put it down and go", he hissed at the elf, destroying the image of the house elf- friendly headmaster, "hurry, hurry!"
The small elf trembled, and hastily ran off without looking back.
They carefully went closer to the desk, and there it was- Dumbledore's elder wand, laying innocently next to some papers and some orange drops.
Sirius felt Aurelius' grip on his arm- his signal. He took out some small rocks from his pockets, and then carefully threw them by the door.
Clack Clack Clack.
Dumbledore looked up, clearly annoyed, "who's there?"
Clack Clack Clack.
Sirius threw more pebbles, and they all landed right by the door- just as planned.
Dumbledore hissed something obscenely, and got up.
Meanwhile, Aurelius had been busy casting the same replication spell they had used for the cloak onto the elder wand- and while Sirius threw another small rock, almost hitting Dumbledore in the back, the elder wand miraculously duplicated.
Aurelius grinned, and quickly took the real elder wand off the desk, and then he gave Sirius another nudge, noticing him to stop.
Dumbledore was hissing something, annoyed at being interrupted, and finally went back to his desk, grumbling.
The brothers waited patiently until the headmaster was deeply engrossed in his documents- then they slowly opened the door, and snuck out. It would take Dumbledore only a couple of days to realize that his wand was gone- but by then, Aurelius and Sirius would be gone, too.
They managed to get back to the quarters without being seen, and then they took off the cloak, laughing.
"We made it!"
"Can you believe it? It worked perfect, better than I had hoped for!"
They hugged each other, and then Aurelius smiled, "could not have done it without you, baby boy- you made me proud tonight."
Sirius beamed, "thanks, it was fun! What are we going to do now?", he was still full of excitement.
Aurelius looked at him, an amused expression on his face, "you are going to take a bath and then it's time for bed- it's late."
"But I am too excited to sleep!"
Aurelius just raised an eyebrow, "that's why you are taking a bath first- come on, bath time for stinky little boys."
"I am not stinky!", Sirius protested, and he struggled when Aurelius carried him over to the bathroom, "I just had a bath last night!"
"And tonight, you are taking another one", Aurelius replied unmoved, "and if you are good now, you'll get rainbow bubbles."
"I love rainbow bubbles!"
Aurelius just smiled, "I know. Come on then, before the water gets cold."
So, he took a bath, and he laughed with happiness about the rainbow bubbles, and after that, Aurelius dried him off and put him in his pj's like he always did- and then, he carried him over to their bedroom.
"Night…Relius…", he mumbled, and now he was tired, just as Aurelius had predicted, "love you…"
"Love you too, baby boy", he got a kiss on his forehead, and smiled- and minutes later, he was asleep.
Gryffindor was studying the map in his hands, "the next house should be right around here", he pointed at something on the map, "and after that one, we'll just do one more and that's it for today."
"Really? Already?", he was being sarcastic, and Gryffindor raised an eyebrow, "do we need to have another talk about attitude, Thomas?"
He swallowed, looking at the ground, "no, we don't", he eventually mumbled, "it's just…this is boring- and these clothes are itchy, and I feel like a clown wearing them."
Gryffindor examined him, frowning, "I think you look very nice, Tom- in fact, you look very much like my oldest son Aurelius."
"That's not a compliment", Tom answered sullenly, still avoiding to look up, and therefore, he did not see Gryffindor flinch at his words.
"Come on, let's go", the Founder finally said, he sounded agitated now for some reason, and Tom knew better than to keep provoking him.
They walked down another small cobblestone road, Somermis Cove was certainly beautiful- it was a small village right at the coast with a long, sandy beach, adorable little cottages, a tiny town center with shops, and a harbor.
The seagulls were screeching above them, and the breeze smelled like saltwater- and even though it was almost October, it was a warm, sunny day.
It might have even felt like a holiday, if he was not forced to parade around looking like a little snob for the second day in a row, walking from house to house telling everyone the tale Gryffindor made him recite- that his ancestors had lived in this town a long time ago, and that he lived in Scotland now- and that he used his fall holidays visiting the places of his family with his private tutor, since his parents were very busy.
So far, everyone they had met yesterday and today had believed his tale, and since he was looking like a rich kid, they all had invited him in, glad and excited to be asked questions about their little town.
Gryffindor had known that the people here were simple minded, yet very kind and proud of their lives here- so he had found the perfect story for them to enter their homes and investigate a little.
Tom knew that a magical artefact like the stone would send out some signals- like a magnet drawing something metal to it. The Muggles who lived here were oblivious to it- but he knew as soon as he walked around in a house for a while if the artefact was there or not.
They had reached the next house, and Gryffindor knocked.
A middle aged, thin man answered the door, he might have been around 50 years old, with short grey hair and dark blue eyes. He was dressed in some plaid shirt, and a pair of shabby looking denim jeans.
"Yes?", he sounded tersely.
Gryffindor immediately turned on his winning smile, "good afternoon, Sir- and what a beautiful day it is today."
"Yes, very nice."
"My young companion here is taking the time on his holidays to visit the places of his ancestors- and we were just wondering if you might have any insides about the van Daalen family. They lived here about a hundred years ago."
Of course, there was no van Daalen family- but if their story was too obvious, they would have been unmasked right away.
The man scratched his head, "van Daalen…", he mumbled, "never heard of them. I just moved here three years ago after my wife passed- and I don't spend much time around the town folks."
"I am sorry for your loss, Sir", Tom forced himself to say, playing the character of the well-bred rich kid to the maximum, "do you remember the name of the person who you bought the house from?"
"Yes, sure- Eddie O' Flannigan. The O' Flannigan's have lived here their whole lives- they sure could tell you more about those ancestors you are looking for."
Now came the tricky part- they had to get into the house.
"Do you still have his contact information?", Gryffindor asked in a smooth voice.
"I believe so- come on in, I keep everything important in a cabinet in the kitchen."
They entered the small house- and it was quite obvious that there was no woman living here and keeping order.
The house was not filthy, but messy- clothes on the couch, newspapers everywhere- and there were no pictures, or rugs, or pillows, or any other decorations that made a house a home.
The man took them to the kitchen, "I'm Jim by the way- Jim Davis", he looked at Tom, clearly expecting him to introduce himself as well, "nice to meet you, Mr. Davis. My name is William van Daalen, and I am travelling with my private tutor, Mr. Henderson."
Jim snorted, "private tutor, eh?", he grinned, "you are one of those kids whose parents can't be bothered with them, right?"
Tom ignored the weird feeling in his stomach, forcing himself to stay in character, "my parents are very busy indeed, Sir", he finally answered, his voice sounding strange in his own ears.
Gryffindor seemed to sense his discomfort because he stepped closer, "we are very grateful for your help, Mr. Davis", he was smiling, "thank you very much."
"Not a problem", Jim handed him a small piece of paper, "this is Eddie's number- and his new address up in Hidden Harbor- twenty minutes from here. Tell him I said hello."
Gryffindor took the paper, "thank you, Sir, we will", he shot a glance at Tom, and when the boy slowly shook his head, he told the man their goodbyes and they left. There was no point in staying and taking the risk of being exposed if the stone was clearly not there.
They walked in silence for a couple minutes, Tom still had no idea what upset him so much about Jim's question- he never had had parents anyways, so what?
It's not like I need parents. I don't. I don't need anyone.
"I have a good feeling about this next address", Gryffindor finally said while there were walking down the small road by the coastline, "it matches your description perfectly."
"Good for you", Tom did not even try to hide the annoyance from his voice, "let's hope the stone is there, then- I am tired of this bullshit."
"Language, Thomas- and I already told you, this is the last house for today."
"I'd rather do all of them today than come back tomorrow again", Tom hissed, "and it's not even that late anyways."
He did not know why he felt like pushing Gryffindor's buttons- he was irritated, and sad, and angry- without being able to describe exactly why he was feeling this way.
"I don't have time to do that tonight", Gryffindor answered calmly, and that was not the reaction Tom had hoped for, so he decided to take it to the next level, "how come? Are your sons waiting at home for their precious Daddy telling them a bedtime story? Are they not jealous that you are spending so much time with some orphan kid?"
Gryffindor immediately stopped, looking at him with a strange expression on his face, "anything you want to tell me, Thomas?", his voice sounded cold.
Tom smiled, pleased at himself for managing to get a rise out of Gryffindor, "just one thing- I am sure you suck as much as a father as you do as a person."
He knew he had made a mistake when Gryffindor grabbed him, dragged him behind a small office building, and turned him around, "you've been asking for this all day, and don't tell me you have not", and with that, he started swatting his behind, "and I am done with your attitude- and I am done with you disrespecting me!"
He kept swatting him, and Tom began to struggle, "let me go, or I'll scream!"
"One sound from you and we will apparate- and then I'll spank you with your pants down", Gryffindor's voice was icy now, "hold still, Thomas- I will stop whenever I please, and the more you struggle, the longer I will spank you."
"You…"
"Careful with what you are about to say, little boy", Gryffindor sounded dangerous now, "I have no problem finding another bathroom and some nice big soap to wash that naughty mouth of yours", he kept spanking him, delivering hard blows to each of his butt cheeks, and it did not take long until Tom began to whimper.
"Hurts! Stop, just…stop!"
"Apologize and I will stop", Gryffindor replied unmoved, "and stop struggling- you know you have to hold still during a spanking."
"Owwww! Owww!", he was sobbing now, desperately trying to protect his backside, but Gryffindor held his arms in a tight grip, "I am not hearing an apology, Thomas."
His bare hand hit his backside again, and he howled, "no more, please, I am sorry, so sorry, Da…sorry, Sir!"
Shit, I almost called him Daddy again- why the fuck does that keep happening?
Gryffindor stopped, but he did not let him go, "what are you sorry for?"
"For…being rude…and…cursing…and…saying…stuff…", he sobbed, "please…no more!"
"Good boy- all forgiven, Tommy", he was smiling at him, and then he handed him a tissue, "clean your face, we still have one more house to visit."
"I…I can't go like this!"
"You're fine, Tom- I did not even spank you that much. Just dry your face and we'll go. Come on, Tommybear."
He followed the Founder reluctantly, secretly pleased about being called Tommybear- even though he would never admit that to himself.
They walked for a couple more minutes until they finally stopped at a small, white cottage which was located a little remotely by the shore. It had a beautiful rose garden, and it looked well-kept and neat.
Gryffindor knocked on the door like he always did, and seconds later, an elderly woman about seventy years old with white hair and glasses opened, beaming kindly at them, "how can I help you on this beautiful day?"
The Founder seemed a little taken aback by her friendliness, especially after the house they had just visited, but he managed to regain his composure quickly, "good afternoon, Ma'am, we are here to ask you some questions about a family who lived here about a hundred years ago- you see, my…"
The woman's smile got even wider, "you are looking for some ancestors! Well, Sir, you found the right person- my family has been living in this wonderful town since the 17th century, the stories I could tell you! But come on in, come in!"
"We would love to", Tom politely said, and the woman turned to look at him, "oh my, what a handsome young fella you are! Looking just like your Daddy! You know, I usually do not let strangers in, but I would never leave a father and son outside the door! What is your name, boy?"
"My name is William van Daalen", Tom answered stiffly, casting a nervous glance at Gryffindor, not knowing if he should introduce the Founder as his private tutor or not.
"My pleasure, William- now, let me show you and your father around- it is a small house, but I managed just fine raising all my children here- I am blessed with three girls and a boy- you actually remind me of my boy, my Georgie- he is twenty-seven now and in the army, and never has time to visit his old mother", she laughed, clearly enjoying the company, "I was just about to have my tea, and sometimes Mrs. Whittaker from down the road comes over to join me- but she is a mean old hag, always spreading gossip, so I will be glad to have a reason not to let her in if she does come by today. Now, sit down, take a seat, I will get the tea and the scones ready. You like scones, William?"
Tom blinked, trying hard to follow her happy chatter, "yes, Ma'am, I love scones", he finally answered.
"Now, call me Rose- my name is Rose Bennfield, and my husband was George Bennfield- he passed away eight years ago. It was terrible."
"I…I am so sorry, Ma'…I mean, Mrs. Rose."
The woman laughed, "you are such a polite boy- I thought they don't even make those anymore. Now, let me get you those scones, dear- you look hungry."
Tom was hungry- he was always hungry, since he hated the food at the orphanage, which was miles away from being as delicious and fancy the food he had gotten used to at Gryffindor Manor.
Mrs. Rose went over to a small side table and started putting scones, cookies, and biscuits on a big plate, all while she was talking nineteen to the dozen about her dear husband, her neighbors, her cat who seemed to have disappeared again, and the new school the town was planning to build.
Tom and Gryffindor listened politely, and when Gryffindor glanced over to him, rolling his eyes dramatically, Tom had to smile.
Mrs. Rose proceeded to serve them some tea- orange and hibiscus, her own creation- and to Tom's surprise, the tea was fantastic.
"May I have a scone, Mrs. Rose?", he asked, and the woman beamed at him, "you take as many scones as you want, my dear!"
Tom carefully put some scones and biscuits on his plate, and then he slowly started to eat.
Ohmygod, this is great!
"You have such good manners- I have never seen a boy eat this nicely", Mrs. Rose said approvingly, and then she turned to Gryffindor, "you raised your boy well, Sir!"
Tom almost coughed on his biscuit, dreading Gryffindor's answer all of a sudden, but Gryffindor just smiled, "thank you, Ma'am- he is a very well- mannered boy indeed."
Tom blushed, and the weird feeling in his stomach was back- stronger this time.
"Now, how can I help you?", Mrs. Rose asked, taking a seat, "who exactly are you looking for?"
And while Gryffindor started a long- winded explanation, Tom could not concentrate on anything he was saying.
Looking just like your Daddy
I have never seen a boy eat this nicely
You raised your boy well
He suddenly felt sick.
"May I use the bathroom, Mrs. Rose?", he asked, feeling flustered.
"Of course, my dear! Just down the hall, it is the third door on the right!"
"Thank you", he fled, and as soon as he had locked the bathroom door behind him, he crumbled to his knees.
This is wrong, this is not good…
He was trembling now, and even though he did not want to, his eyes started to get wet with tears.
He is not your Daddy! This is all fake! You hate Gryffindor!
But for some reason, his inner voice was not as convincing as it usually was- because before he knew it, he was silently crying.
He did not know how much time he had spent inside the bathroom, but at some point, he got up, and splashed some cold water in his face, reminding himself why he was here.
The faster I find the stone, the faster I can get this all over with.
There was definitely some magical energy inside this house, so he decided to investigate a little.
When he eventually went back to the living room, Mrs. Rose and Gryffindor were sitting on a small couch, looking through a photo album.
Gryffindor looked up when he hesitantly walked closer, "everything alright, my boy?"
No, nothing is alright.
"Yes…Daddy", he whispered, and he had excepted it to feel strange to call Gryffindor that, but instead it felt…natural, just like he had never called Gryffindor anything else.
Gryffindor started to smile, "come here", he opened his arms and Tom blinked, unsure what to do next.
Does he want to hug me?
He went closer, and Gryffindor smiled at him, understanding his confusion, "do you want to sit on Daddy's lap?"
Yes! Yes, yes yes!
"Yes, Daddy", he had to force himself to speak, and when he did, he did not even recognize his own voice.
"Good boy", Gryffindor carefully pulled him closer, and next thing he knew, he was sitting right on his lap, snuggled into his chest, and he could hear his heart beating, and he could smell him- and he smelled like a mix of saltwater, and scones, and safety…and he had to blink back the tears again.
"Shhhh…such a good boy for Daddy", Gryffindor mumbled into his ear, "Daddy loves you very much…"
He felt like crying, and everything inside him felt light and heavy at the same time, and he just knew that he never ever wanted this to stop.
"Your boy really is well behaved", Mrs. Rose remarked admiringly, "sitting there so quietly- you must be very proud."
Gryffindor chuckled softly, "oh, I am proud- very proud", and then he leaned down to his ear again, speaking quietly enough that Mrs. Rose could not hear him, "you hear that, baby bear? Daddy is proud of you, so so proud…and Daddy loves you…"
He stifled a sob, and pressed his face into Gryffindor's chest, "shhh…I know. Why don't you close your eyes for a while and take a nap? Daddy's here…shhhh…just close your eyes, baby bear."
Baby bear.
"Yes, Daddy", he whispered, just because he wanted to say Daddy again, "I will take a nap, Daddy…"
"Good boy", Gryffindor kissed him on his hair, and he wiggled around trying to find a comfortable position with his still stinging backside, and Gryffindor seemed to understand him again because he managed to pull him into a position where he could rest his backside, "sit still now, baby bear", he said quietly, "behave for Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy", he obediently closed his eyes, and then the most magical thing happened- Gryffindor gently started to rake through his hair, and it was the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced, and he wanted to tell Gryffindor that, and he wanted to tell him that he loved being his good boy…and that he loved him…but before he was able to do so, he was asleep.
He woke up later, with Gryffindor's hand still in his hair, and he winced, mumbling something, and Gryffindor held him close, "shhhhh…it's all good, Tommybear. You're safe. Did you have a good nap?"
Tom blinked, his eyes still heavy with sleep, "yes…Daddy", he mumbled, "had a good nap…", he snuggled closer again, and Gryffindor laughed softly, "now, Mrs. Rose has invited us to stay for dinner- she is preparing it in the kitchen right now, it will take another twenty minutes. You will be Daddy's good boy and behave at the dinner table, right Tommy?"
"Yes, Daddy…wanna be your good boy…", Tom yawned, not even realizing that Gryffindor was calling him Tom again because Mrs. Rose could not hear them from the kitchen, "do not want more…spankies…"
"Does it still hurt, baby bear?"
Not really.
"Ya, hurts a lot", he mumbled, "Daddy hurt me…"
"Daddy disciplined you, Tommy, because Daddy loves you", Gryffindor said softly, "now, let me take a look- hold still, or you will get more spankies."
Tom made a small whining noise when Gryffindor pulled his pants down, feeling ashamed and weirdly comforted at the same time.
"Wanna rub it", he said quietly, but Gryffindor shook his head, "no rubbing, Tommy- you know the rules. Besides, it looks fine- it's not even red anymore. Do you want Daddy to put some cream on it?"
Tom blushed, "yes…please…", he was not able to say anything else, even though he knew he was acting like a little boy.
Gryffindor sighed in amusement, "alright then- where's the bathroom again?", he pulled his pants back up.
"It's…right there", Tom pointed at a door, and Gryffindor stood up, still holding him in his arms, and then he carried him to the bathroom, and sat down on the floor with him, and pulled his pants down again.
"It will burn a little in the beginning", he informed him, "and it will feel cool- but you will be my good boy and not struggle."
His face was dark red now, "I'll be good, Daddy", he promised quietly, he knew he did not have to keep up with the façade in here, but he knew this might as well be the only time he would be allowed to call Gryffindor Daddy and sit on his lap- and it felt too good to stop.
"Stand up, baby bear."
He obediently got up, and Gryffindor made him bend over a little- and then he gently put cream on his backside, and it did burn, and it was cool- but it still felt good.
He did not struggle; he did not even dare to breath loudly- because he was determined to be good.
I am being good, Daddy, look, I am being so good!
"Good boy", he knew Gryffindor was smiling, and then he pulled up his pants again, "dinner should be almost ready now. Are you hungry?"
"Yes, Daddy", he held out his arms and Gryffindor lifted him up, "you are making me so proud today, Tommy", he said, his voice low and full of affection, "come on, time to eat."
He carried him back into the living room where Mrs. Rose had already started to carefully set the table. Gryffindor made him sit down, and the food smelled so good…and his mouth started to water.
They ate, making pleasant conversation, and Mrs. Rose said over and over again how sorry she was that she did not know anything about the van Daalen family. Gryffindor assured her it was fine, and Tom was too busy eating anyways.
This is delicious!
"You must have been hungry from your nap, dear", Mrs. Rose said with a laugh, "my Georgie always ate for a dozen, too. Would you like some green beans?"
Tom swallowed, glancing nervously at Gryffindor, "yes…please", he finally said, not daring to refuse.
"I'll be right back", Mrs. Rose sped off happily to the kitchen, and as soon as she was gone, Gryffindor started to laugh, "don't worry, baby bear, I'll take care of your green beans for you", he sounded amused, "you are being a good boy for not refusing- I am proud of you."
I am proud of you.
He doubted that he would ever get enough of hearing Gryffindor say that.
Seconds later, Mrs. Rose appeared again, piling green beans on his plate, "enjoy, William", she said kindly, and it took him a second to realize that he was William, and then reality started to slowly set in- and with reality came the embarrassment.
He had called Gryffindor Daddy, he had let Gryffindor carry him, he had napped on Gryffindor's lap- and he had let Gryffindor put cream on his bare backside for crying out loud- what the hell had gotten into him?
"Thank you", he mumbled, red in his face.
They kept eating, but now Tom had to force himself to swallow the food, and he did not even smile when Gryffindor casted a secret spell onto his green beans, turning them into pumpkin pasties- his favorite food.
After dinner was finally over, Gryffindor got up, "well, I am really grateful for meeting you- and thank you so much for the tea and dinner- it was both delicious."
"You are welcome", Mrs. Rose's kind eyes behind her glasses were twinkling, "it has been a while since I had such pleasant company- thank you for blessing my day. I hope you will find out more about your ancestors."
"Thank you", Gryffindor shook her hand, "let's go, my boy- it is getting late."
Tom got up immediately, he also thanked their friendly hostess, and soon after, they were back outside. It had gotten cold, and dark, but it was a full moon that night- and the light of the moon was shining brightly down on them.
Tom took a deep breath, "you can bring me back now", he said curtly, more curtly than he had intended, "I am tired."
Gryffindor did not respond, he just looked at him, a strange expression on his face.
"What?", Tom sneered, "what do you want, Gryffindor? You know this was all pretend, right?"
"Was it, really?", Gryffindor was challenging him now, now, in the middle of a goddamn little village late at night, "you clearly seemed to have liked snuggling with me- there is no shame in admitting that, Tommy. I know I liked it."
"I am not admitting shit", Tom spat out, "just…bring me back. I am done talking about all this!"
There was a silence, and finally, Gryffindor sighed, "fine. We'll apparate", he sounded sad, truly sad, but Tom refused to think about why he was sad.
They apparated back to the orphanage.
"There's one more thing", Tom eventually said, his voice emotionless, "I got you your precious stone", he reached into the pocket of his robe, "found it in the basement."
He had expected Gryffindor to be excited now, to be happy- but Gryffindor just took the stone silently, barely glancing at it, "thank you", he finally replied in a hollow tone, "I…appreciate it."
There was another silence.
"I…gotta go", Tom said after a while, "I am tired."
Gryffindor just nodded, "it is pretty late. Sleep well, baby bear- and…I am sorry if…", he bit his lips, "I am…sorry."
Tom just turned around and made his way back to the orphanage, not even bothering to wish Gryffindor a good night, and not even bothering to tell him goodbye- even though he was quite sure he would never see the Founder again.
He got what he wanted.
The dormitory was quiet and dark when he snuck in, and then he quickly took the fancy robe and the shirt off and grabbed some pants that were laying around.
He recognized too late that those were not his pajama pants, but regular pants, and when he took them off, he felt something in one of the pockets- something stiff.
Gryffindor's letter.
He had completely forgotten about it, he had meant to throw it into the fire- and now, the letter felt hot in his hands. He angrily crumbled it into a tiny ball, dropped it on the floor, put his pajamas on and went to bed.
It was late, and he was tired- exhausted actually- but he could not sleep.
Daddy is proud of you…
Daddy loves you…
Such a good boy for Daddy…
He was tossing and turning, his sheets felt hot now, too- and then suddenly, he remembered something else, something that made him freeze in his tracks.
Daddy disciplined you, Tommy, because Daddy loves you.
Daddy disciplined you because Daddy loves you.
Because Daddy loves you…
Daddy loves you…
He was trembling now, and he was sweating, and he felt like vomiting when he hurried out of his bed and grabbed the crumpled letter- and without wasting any more time, he opened it- and started to read.
in the next chap, tom will finally get his daddy, promise ;) and the brothers will meet!
I would love some feedback :)
xoxo,
Antonie :)