(cg/l, little space)

pete smiled, holding his pacifier gently in his mouth, coloring quietly. he was sat in the living room floor, waiting patiently for patrick to return with his chicken nuggets. he giggled quietly, looking up at the flowers patrick bought him.

the bright yellow flowers sat proudly upon the mantle of the small fire place they never used.

pete liked them a lot. they were pretty and pete wanted to look at them closer. so, he crawled over to the mantle, using the wall to help him stand. he giggled quietly, reaching up for the flowers. he only wanted one of them- just wanted to smell it and look at it. instead, he got the whole vase smashing to the floor right next to his bare feet.

pete whimpered, panicking as he heard his caregiver rushing from the kitchen. he had not meant to break it. he only wanted to see the flowers. "t-trouble...?" he asked, bottom lip quivering at the thought of a punishment.

"no, honey, of course not." patrick said softly, shaking his head.

patrick knew pete would never break anything on purpose- not while he was little anyway. pete hated being in trouble when he was small, and though the punishments were never too bad, he still hated it. besides, pete was just starting to get into a better state of mind, patrick was not about to punish him.

"'m s-sowwy..." pete whispered, staring down at the broken glass, cut up flowers, and water all at his feet.

patrick shook his head again, gently picking pete up and taking him to the couch. "it's okay, honey, I promise. you didn't do anything wrong, okay? it was an accident." he said softly, kissing pete's head. "now, I'll get this all cleaned up, and then we'll eat some chicken nuggets, and watch cartoons. sound good?"

pete nodded a little, sniffing as he wiped his teary eyes. "o-okay..." he mumbled, looking up at patrick.

patrick gave a small smile before going to clean up the mess, which luckily, did not take long.

about ten minutes later, patrick's voice sounded from the kitchen, "baby booooy!" he sang out as he started towards the living room.

"chicky nuggets?" pete asked, looking up at his friend who nodded in response.

"yep! do you want a sippy? and do you waaaant milk or juice?" patrick asked, sitting a small plate of chicken nuggets and ketchup on the coffee table.

"juicey!" pete giggled, sliding off the couch and plopping in the floor.

"alright!" patrick chuckled, turning back to the kitchen, happy to see pete was feeling better again.

pete smiled, waiting patiently- like a good little boy- as he stared up at the tv.

patrick returned, frowning a bit. "why didn't you tell me you wanted fries?" he pouted, watching the boy steal fries off his plate.

"sowwy," pete giggled, eating the fry he stole.

patrick shook his head slightly, putting the sippy cup next to pete's plate before sitting with him. "that's okay, honey." he said softly, putting some fries on pete's plate for him.

pete clapped, giggling some more as he watched the handful of fries fall on his plate.

they ate dinner and watched a little more tv before pete ended up falling asleep in patrick's lap.