Same day,

10:15 am

Garcia's Estate

Seville, Spain

O L L I E

I slowly opened my eyes and was expecting that familiar sting but I only felt a slight pain. When I fully adjusted my eyes to the light, I furrowed my brows. Why am I in my room? Wasn't I at the lakeside earlier—Stef! Stef was here!

I frantically searched around the room and a sob slipped from my lips when I realized that I have been dreaming. I am back in my room and everything was a dream. Stefan was not here, and my heart broke into pieces again. I clutched my chest and choked my sobs, but the pain was so excruciating that I felt the need to become small. "D-daddy bwear... Ollie hurts..."

Being little in an unfamiliar environment was just adding to my anxiety. These past few days have been extremely stressful. From Grandpa Roman's confession to being abducted here in Spain... I feel like my body is about to break down. My mind is tired and I can't keep up anymore. Being small is the only escape I had to free myself from pain and distress.

I pulled my knees up and sobbed softly, calling out for Stefan. I wish I did not wake up. I prefer living in a dream to waking up in a reality where I don't have my daddy bear. My throat tightened and I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the tears, but my body betrayed me.

Broken sobs poured out, echoing in the corners of the room, my cries getting louder by the second. I don't want this anymore. I don't want to feel pain anymore. I gripped the sides of my head when it started to throb. "Daddy bwear... Ollie hurts. Ollie sad... daddy bwear. Hug Ollie. Daddy bwear..." I mustered desperately, my throat hurting and shallow sobs falling from my lips.

Just then, the door opened and my head snapped to see who it was, but my eyes were blurry from tears. When I blinked it away, I was finally able to see him clearly. My heart blasted against my ribs and all my senses were brought back to life when I finally recognized the man.

"D-daddy bwear..." I sobbed and bawled, while Stefan frantically tried to comfort me, but I was just overcome with emotions that I can't stop the tears anymore.

"Shit. Little prince, my love... what happened? Why is my sweet bean crying? Are you hurt? Where does it hurt, hmm? Please, don't cry. Hush, hush. Daddy is here." In his gentlest voice, Stefan tried to console me but his soft voice just triggered the warm feelings in me, making me cry even more.

Stefan kept on hushing me as he brushed my locks and rubbed my arms, the warmth and comfort that he brought were appreciated but they were still not enough. My heart still hurts. My head still throbs. I am still not okay.

"Daddy b-bwear... not dweam? Ollie not dweaming?" Stefan kissed my tears away and lifted me until I straddled his lap. He gave me a tremulous smile and kissed my lips softly, then cupped my face, as those glassy green pools that I yearned so much stared at me intently.

"No, my little prince. Daddy is here to stay. Wherever you are, daddy will be there, hmm? Don't cry, baby boy. Daddy will be sad," he said in a sad tone so I wiped my tears and gasped.

"No... Ollie don't want daddy bwear sad. Ollie hurts when daddy hurts," I said in a shaky voice and Stefan smiled. I closed my eyes when he pressed his lips to my forehead. I miss this. I miss being with Stefan, just sitting on his lap, and him, doting on me. Burying and drowning me with affection.

"Of course. Daddy hurts too when his little prince cries. Don't cry anymore, okay? You don't want daddy's heart to hurt, right?" I shook my head furiously. Stefan being his kind self, stopped me from snapping my neck. "Okay, that's enough, sweet pea. I don't want you to hurt yourself. Does my little prince feel ouchie anywhere?"

He thumbed my cheeks as he gazed at me lovingly. "Daddy bwear... Ollie ouchie."

His eyes went wide and furrowed his brows; his gentle expression was replaced with a worried one. "Where, little prince? Where does it hurt?"

"Here, daddy bwear." I pointed my forehead, and Stefan grinned when he realized what I did. He chuckled softly and pressed a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Mm... where else, little prince?" He asked with a smile so I pointed to my left cheek. He placed a wet kiss on my cheek and I giggled when I heard it pop. He did the same to my right cheek until he was peppering kisses all over my face.

"D-daddy bwear... Ollie fwine now... stop." However, my sweet daddy kept on kissing me until my giggles exploded into laughter. Until both of us burst into laughter.

"Is my little prince really okay now?" He carded my hair and the way he looks at me made my cheeks burn. I bit my lip and shyly nodded. "Is my baby shy?" I nodded again and tucked my face into the hollow of his throat. He chuckled and the vibrations I felt from his throat sent delicious shivers to my senses.

He rubbed my back soothingly and softly hummed while his other hand kept on brushing my hair. What he was doing kept me in a relaxing bubble, as I sighed contently and sagged on his body.

This is not a dream. I can feel his warmth. I can hear his heartbeat. I am engulfed in his manly and comforting scent. My daddy is here, and he is hugging me like I'm about to disappear at any moment. This is the assurance I need at the moment. The assurance that I am not dreaming.

"Little love, why were you crying?" His voice was softer than earlier, trying not to rouse me from my calm bubble. I pressed myself closer and embraced my daddy tighter.

"Ollie thought... daddy bwear a dweam. Ollie cwied cebause Ollie hurt." I lifted my face and stared at his soft expression. "Ollie sad cebause daddy bwear not here when Ollie woke up."

"Oh, baby. I'm sorry. I decided to cook your meal so I went downstairs. I'm sorry, my love. I did not think that you would wake up this early." His green orbs were apologetic, so I nodded to let him know that he was forgiven. I will always have a soft spot for my daddy. I can't get mad at him because I understand.

He grinned widely and kissed me on the lips, the softly cupped my cheeks. I know I did a good job. Daddy was so happy and his eyes were shining. His expression was bright and happy. "What do you say, daddy will feed you, then we will take a bath together? To make it up to you? Hmm? Daddy has a surprise for his little prince," Daddy smiled and I grinned so wide and clapped, as I bounced on his lap excitedly.

"A supwise? For Ollie? Weally, daddy bwear? Ollie has supwise? Weally, weally?"

Stefan grinned and nodded. "Definitely. My baby has been a good, good boy. He waited patiently for daddy, so daddy is really happy," he praised me and patted my head, then kissed the tip of my nose.

His praise just made me feel even happier. I showered my daddy with tiny kisses and hugged him. I was so down earlier, to the point of giving up, but daddy was there to catch me. Just like he always did. He made everything okay.

S T E F A N

I'm glad and relieved. My baby returned to being adorable and giggly. After our meal was the promised bath. Before we came here, I packed Oliver's things, including his favorite citrus bath bomb. I want him to feel at home as much as possible.

I have a bad feeling that Don Felipe intends to keep my baby here. My instincts never failed me. I will fight him tooth and nail, just to bring back my baby to our home.

"Daddy bwear... bubbles. Many bubbles!" He giggled and beamed at me, his cheeks were a bit flushed and his lips so delectable. I cursed internally when my buddy reacted, especially when my eyes landed on Oliver's perky and pinkish nipples. My throat suddenly dried up, and the temperature inside the bathroom upped a few notches. Fuck. Hold yourself back, Stefan. Your goal is to make Ollie comfortable and happy.

It took a great amount of self-control, but thankfully, my body obeyed me. I will really become the master of self-control because of Oliver, but I don't mind. If it means that I can see him all warm and happy, I will do everything. Everything might be a heavy word, but I am willing to do whatever I can to ensure that he's safe and happy beside me. No other place other than beside me.

I turned my attention back to my baby who was happily playing. I reached for his favorite rose shampoo and poured a generous amount on my palm. "Little love, can you turn to daddy? Let's wash your hair."

Oliver shifted and smiled at me, uttering a soft thank you. "You're always welcome, baby boy. Now, close your eyes. It might sting." He nodded obediently and I started to lather his brown locks, adding a gentle scalp massage that earned a soft moan from my baby. I gulped and tried to distract myself as I wash his hair, but my attention keeps getting pulled by Oliver.

I need to bathe him faster. If not, I might take him here. I don't want that. With a newfound determination, I rinsed his hair and grabbed the loofah after. I poured a liberal amount of citrus bath gel and washed Oliver's body next. Another set of torture.

I expelled a sigh of relief when we finally finished with the bath. I grabbed the soft towel from the rack and Oliver squealed. "Daddy! Ollie's towel. Daddy bwear... Ollie's towel. Ollie miss." He hugged the towel and I carefully wrapped it around his small body.

As I have said, I want my baby comfortable, so I brought his comfort things and cooked his comfort food earlier. Fortunately, one of Don Felipe's chefs knows how to make gelato, so I requested vanilla, mango, and mascarpone. This day is solely for spoiling Oliver. I would leave my problems for tomorrow. I knew I had to talk to Don Felipe about Oliver sooner, but for now, my baby boy first. He is always my priority.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and lifted my baby, his legs on my sides while my arm supported his bum. He was busy thanking me and showering me with soft kisses which I enjoyed. My polite and grateful Oliver.

I gently put him down on the bed and pressed my lips on his forehead for a lingering kiss, earning a bright smile from my baby. "Little prince, daddy will just get your clothes, okay? Can you stay here for a bit and wait for daddy? Hmm?" Oliver nodded adorably so I pinched his cheek. God, you gave me such a charming and adorable little creature.

"Okay, daddy bwear. Ollie wait cebause Ollie good boy. Right, daddy bwear? Ollie good boy?" He asked with a nod and a smile, and I softly chuckled, then brushed the wayward strands away from his gorgeous face.

"Yes, my prince. Ollie is a good boy. He has always been Daddy's good boy." My baby beamed at me and held out his hands to reach for my face, so I leaned in. Oliver gave me a sweet kiss and a warm smile that got me breathless.

Fuck. The things he does to me. Before we catch a cold, I let go of him. I walked towards the closet and pulled some pants and a white cotton shirt for me, while cotton, oversized sheep-inspired hoodie for my baby, paired with baby blue cotton shorts and silk, snug boxers, coral pink fluffy thigh-length socks, and his hair clip gifted by Trevor. I had unpacked our things earlier and arranged them while my baby was fast asleep.

I swiftly put on my clothes and went back to my baby who was patiently waiting on the foot of the bed, swinging his feet and humming a song. I cleared my throat and his eyes sparkled when he saw what I was holding. "Thank you, daddy bwear. Ollie happy. Daddy bwear always make Ollie so, so happy," he whispered when he ran towards me and gave me a very tight embrace.

My heart started to beat faster and I felt a soft squeeze. My baby knows how to push my buttons. I am not really emotional, but just his simple thank you and his validation that he's happy with me were enough to turn me into a mess.

Unable to form the words, I just kissed the top of his head and silently put on his clothes. Oliver was just staring at me throughout, trying to figure out why I was quiet the whole time. I don't want to speak because if I open my mouth, I'm afraid that I will break down. I don't want that to happen. I need to make sure that Ollie is comfortable and warm. I need to ensure that he's alright, and not hurting.

When I finished dressing him up, he quietly reached for my right arm and gestured for me to sit on the bed, so I did. He kneeled so he can level his face with mine. He cupped my face with his soft hands and smiled warmly. Then, he kissed my forehead, wrapped his arms around my neck, and whispered, "I am fine now daddy bear. Thank you for coming here. You can let it go now. This time, I will be the one to catch you."

I did. I cried like there was no tomorrow, as I clung to my baby desperately, my face buried on to his neck, while he kept on whispering sweet nothings; how I did a good job of holding on; how happy he was that I am finally here; and how he will always be beside me.

I don't know how he did it but the emotions I have been bottling up since the moment I realized he was taken from me exploded into the open. The breakdowns I had back then were not enough to relieve me of the pain, guilt, sadness, and longing that just kept on accumulating every single day. These heavy emotions kept on piling up until I realized that I couldn't take it anymore.

Finally seeing my baby was the trigger. He started to unlock the chains around my heart that kept my emotions at bay. I tried to hold them in, but his words easily brought down my walls. I did not know how much I cried, or how I came to lie on the bed, my arms around his waist, as he sat against the headboard, softly humming and brushing my hair.

Oliver has been the only person who cared this much about me. He has been the only one who doted on me just as I shower him with affection. He always makes it a point that he appreciates every single thing I do for him, which just encouraged me to give him the world if it means I can always see his warm smiles and gentle gazes full of love.

However, Oliver is not materialistic. It was just me who kept on buying him things and he just accepted it wholeheartedly. He will always be grateful for whatever I give him but will say his piece when I do things excessively. I tightened my grip on my baby and buried my face in his side, making him turn to me. "Hello, daddy bear. How are you feeling?" His hand continuously brushed my hair, softly massaging my nape.

"Baby, what time is it?"

"It's already seven in the evening, daddy bear." I abruptly rose, bewildered.

"What? I slept that long?" He nodded and reached for my face, then he softly massaged the sides of my eyes. I grabbed his hand and placed them on my cheeks, savoring the warmth of his skin. "You should've woken me up, my love."

He shook his head. "I don't want to. Trevor informed me earlier that you have been stressed these past few days. Not only that, but you also lacked sleep and you did not eat on time." He withdrew his hands and folded them against his chest. His gentle expression was replaced with a displeased frown. "You were not taking care of yourself again. I am angry, Stef. You better give me a good explanation, or you will not like what will happen. I have not been angry ever, daddy bear, so I do not know what will happen if I explode."

I gulped and the fire in his eyes told me that I need to choose my words. Fuck you, Trevor. "B-Baby..." I tried to reach for him but his sharp glare made me freeze in my seat.

"Explain, Stef." I swallowed again and brushed my hair back, as I nervously chew my lips. What should I say? That eating and sleeping have never been my priority because I was busy looking for him? That would just make the situation worse.

"Baby... don't get mad..." A few seconds of silence passed before he heaved a deep sigh and opened his arms. Even though I was hesitant, I still went to him because I want to hug my baby. I don't want him angry. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my cheeks on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ollie. Don't get mad, hmm? Please. I love you. I love you so much. Don't be mad, hmm?" I rained tiny kisses on his neck, chin, and throat hoping to placate him.

He sighed again and rubbed my back soothingly. "I know that this is somehow my fault, but you need to take care of yourself, daddy bear. What if I'm not here anymore?"

I pulled away in a snap, my expression grim, my jaws tight, as I tried to keep my sanity in place. "That will never happen. Never," I punctuated each word so he'll understand that I will never let something like that happen.

He nodded and smiled a little. "Okay, but don't do that again. Please take care of yourself, daddy bear. At least, for me? I get worried when you forget to even care for your health. Please, for me?" His puppy eyes and protruded lips got me nodding obediently. I really can't deny him anything.

"I'll do my best, in one condition." He arched his brow when I smirked.

"What is it?"

"Baby, I want a kiss. I missed you so much," I whined and rested my hands on his thighs, squeezing his delicious legs. Oliver gasped and his eyes turned playful and seductive.

He chuckled and positioned himself on my lap, his eyes twinkling with amusement. I gulped hard when he ran his tongue on his bottom lip. My mouth started to water and the fire that I doused earlier started to light up the second time around. I did not wait for him to make the move.

I grabbed his nape and tilted his head a bit, claiming his mouth in hunger. I bit his lower lip, earning a strangled groan from him. I took that chance to fully explore his mouth and taste that addicting flavor and sweetness that only my baby can give. We both moaned when we finally tasted each other. I will never get used to this addicting sensation. I always feel high when I kiss Oliver and the addiction only seemed to get worse.

His hands dug into my hair as he responded to my kisses with the same urgency and passion. My hands slid onto his side, slowly slipping under the hem of his cottony-soft hoodie, and when my palm brushed his soft skin, we both moaned in our kisses when we both felt that electrifying sensation that sent tingles on our nerve endings.

Oliver whimpered and moaned softly when I began to squeeze and feel his sides, his sweet voice urging me to do more, as he ground his bubble butt against my steel-hard shaft.

"Ahh...daddy..." A moan slipped from his lips when I transferred my mouth and trailed kisses to his chin, all the way to his earlobe, and gently nipped and sucked it. Each delicious moan falling from my baby's delectable lips got me fired up, as I dove into the crook of his neck and bit it. "H-hurts, daddy..." Oliver whined but my desire for him cannot be tamped down anymore. I need him. I need to taste him, mark him, and own him.

I licked and sucked the bite until Oliver was squirming in my hold, asking me for more. A smirk of satisfaction crept through my lips and pulled away for a bit, eager to see what my baby looks like. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to control myself from creaming my pants.

Oliver is so beautiful, so gorgeous. His parted lips were wet, red, and swollen. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were clouded with unadulterated pleasure. I gulped and licked my lips. "Baby... you look so good to eat. I want to gobble you up," I husked and crashed my mouth against his.