“Brats. I’m surrounded by brats,” Jonas groused. “Say good-bye to our son and go pick up your toys, Sandy.”
“Do I hafta?” His mother was obviously in Little space.
“Yes, you have to.” His dad’s words were followed with the sound of a swat – more than likely to his mom’s bottom. “Now go, young lady.”
“K…. love you, Will. Listen to your boy. Bye.”
Willem shook his head. “Love you too, Mom.” He waited a second, then returned the conversation back to his father. “So, what words of wisdom do you have for me, Pops.”
“To repeat your mom, listen to what he has to say. It’s normal for all Littles to have insecurities, especially when they realize their big, strong Daddies are all too human.”
“He called himself a burden, Dad. That’s not acceptable. He’s never been a burden nor will he ever be.”
“Then warm his ass for it – after listening to why he did it.” Jonas reiterated. “He’s your boy, Willem. He loves you. But I found that with your mother, they still need to know that their Daddies are actually hearing what they’re saying. It doesn’t negate the punishment, but keeps the lines of communication open, while validating their feelings – allowing for the punishment to reflect their actions, not the motivation behind it.”
“You know, that’s a lot of mumbo jumbo psycho-babble, Dad.” Willem began to rearrange the pillows on the bed, just to give his hands something to do. “One might think that you should’ve been a therapist.”
“Comes with being a Daddy, Willem.” Jonas sighed heavily. “We protect not only our Little’s body but their emotional well-being. And to do that we have to understand why they do the things they do. I’m just suggesting you get to the emotional reason behind his behaviors, or you’re going to be dealing with more of these situations in your future.”
Willem paused. “What do you mean?”
“Lance the wound, young man. Get to the bottom of it, and fix what’s causing it, so both you and Eli can live happily ever after.” His dad barked out.
