Daddy Thrax-An OJ RP (Chp 11)

Thrax: *shakes his head chuckling* You two are a real pair.

Ozzy: Yeah real odd couple. *chuckles*

Thrax: *sniggers and checks the clock* Alright I'll get you a bottle then it's back to bed. *walks into the kitchen with Ozzy in his arms.*

Ozzy: Bottle’ a what? Bottle a rum? *chuckles*

Thrax: *cocks a brow* Very funny. *fixes up some formula, before heating it*

Ozzy: *gives the formula a look*

Thrax: *notices* Relaxes it isn't poison. *chuckles taking the bottle from the microwave and slips it between Ozzy's lips*

Ozzy: Rarrrr...

Thrax: *gives him a stern look* No more foolin' Ozzy. It's getting late.

Ozzy: But daaaaaaaaaaaaaddy...

Thrax: *sighs* Ozzy please, even I need some sleep. *slips the bottle back between Ozzy's lips*

Ozzy: *drinks,*

Thrax: *smiles* Good boy. *pats Ozzy's thigh*

Ozzy: *has about half the formula*

Thrax: Guess you can't drink anymore. *removes the bottle from Ozzy's mouth and lifts him to his shoulder rubbing his back*

Ozzy: *cuddles him, nuzzling and hugging him tight*

Thrax: *continues rocking Ozzy as he heads back into the bed room, purring*

Ozzy: *softly* Daddy?

Thrax: Hmm. . .?

Ozzy: *softly* Thanks... for not making me sleep alone.. *clings to him a little, nuzzling into his shoulder*

Thrax: *smiles softly* You're welcome baby. *lays Ozzy on the bed before removing their clothes and lays beside him*

Ozzy: *closes his eyes and cuddles*

Thrax: *pulls the covers up round them* Goodnight, angel. *kisses Ozzy's forehead*

Ozzy: *smiles softly, cuddling closer*

Thrax: *turns out the light and holds Ozzy close to his bare chest, settling down to sleep.*

Ozzy: *closes his eyes and snuggles* G'nite.

Thrax: *purrs gently and falls into a peaceful sleep*

Ozzy: *sleeps shortly after but wakes up in the middle of the night shaking his arm* Daddy...

Thrax: *stirs* Huh? *wakes and looks down at Ozzy* What wrong sweetie?

Ozzy: I’m' thirsty...

Thrax: *smiles* C'mon then. *carries Ozzy into the kitchen and gives him another bottle of warm formula*

Ozzy: *shakes his head* I want water..

Thrax: *nods* Alright then. *puts the bottle in the fridge and lifts a glass of water to his lips*

Ozzy: *drinks*

Thrax: *smiles taking the empty glass away* All better now?

Ozzy: Uh huh... *cuddles*

Thrax: *holds him close heading back to bed*

Ozzy: *after another couple hours, whimpers a little in his sleep*

Thrax: *wakes to Ozzy's cries* -What now?- *strokes Ozzy's face*

Ozzy: *shifts in his sleep as if uncomfortable*

Thrax: *gives him a gentle shake* Ozzy? Sweetie?

Ozzy: *wakes up slowly, rubbing his eyes*

Thrax: *places his hand on his head* What's wrong baby?

Ozzy: Hurts... *shifts a little, sniffling*

Thrax: *lifts him up* What hurts? *rubbing his back*

Ozzy: *sniffles and reaches back to rub his bottom a little ,indicating that as the source of his pain*

Thrax: *nods and reaches for the baby oil* This'll help. *flips Ozzy over untaping his diaper and rubs the oil gently on his stinging ass*

Ozzy: *sniffles softly, the oil soothing his bottom*

Thrax: *finishes rubbing the oil in and fastens Ozzy's diaper back in place.* There, that should help. *lifting him close to his chest*

Ozzy: *hugs him tightly*

Thrax: *lays down with Ozzy on his chest, yawning* Time to sleep Ozzy. *begins humming as he strokes Ozzy's hair.*

Ozzy: *cuddles, eyes closing as he starts to drift off*

Thrax: *sighs with relief as he to drifts off to sleep*

Ozzy: *sleeps the rest of the night but when he wakes he's whimpering again*

Thrax: *yawns, opening his blood-shot eyes and looks down at Ozzy* Something wrong baby?

Ozzy: *whimper* Wet...

Thrax: *smiles softly* C'mon then. *lays him on the bed and removes his soaked diaper* We are wet aren't we? *slides a dry diaper underneath him and applies the oil and powder then fastens it in place* There all dry. *taps his nose*

Ozzy: *yawns a little putting his hand on his stomach as it growls at him*

Thrax: *hears its and chuckles* Breakfast time. *sets Ozzy at the kitchen table and makes up some soft boil eggs and toast for him.*

Ozzy: Hey I’m feeling better today if you want to head out for a walk. *smiles*

Thrax: *smiles back* We both could use the fresh air and I need the exercise. *sets the food down in front of Ozzy and ties his bib round his neck*

Ozzy: Hey. . .dad?

Thrax: Yes?

Ozzy: I’m sorry I’ve been such a pain in your ass the past couple of days. . .

Thrax: *laughs as he ruffles Ozzy’s hair* I knew it was coming baby when I took you in. *sits down drinking his coffee*

Ozzy: *chuckles* I guess that’s a good thing. . .hey lemme see your hand there. . .*reaches for his left hand, the one with the extra long and very deadly claw.*

Thrax: *looks worried and draws his hand back* Ozzy no. I may be able to control it but it’s still dangerous. *grips his left hand, biting his lip*

Ozzy: I’ll be careful

Thrax: Maybe but still. . .

Ozzy: Please?

Thrax: Ozzy I don’t want you to hurt yourself. *his voice becoming more stern*

Ozzy: I won’t touch the tip.

Thrax: *swallows a lump in his throat as he reaches his left hand slowly forward* Just be careful okay.

Ozzy: *takes the hand carefully in his hands and touches the claws* The big one is warmer. *tilts his head*

Thrax: *breathes deeply as Ozzy inches closer to the longer claw* -Try to keep calm, try to keep calm.-

Ozzy: *tilts his head a little, studying it curiously then puts it down and sees the scared witless look on his adoptive father’s face so he gets in his lap* Sorry daddy. . .

Thrax: *shakenly wraps his arms round him* Don’t scare me like that. *holds him close*

Ozzy: Didn't mean to.. *hugs him*

Thrax: *looks down at him* Ozzy just promise me you won't mess with that claw. *strokes his face*

Ozzy: *nods* I promise daddy...

Thrax: Good boy. Now finish your breakfast then we can head outside.

Ozzy: *nods and finishes eating, sitting in Thrax's lap the whole time, he had not complained of the bib this time

Thrax: *lifts him into his arms, nuzzling him* C'mon then let's get you dressed then. *walks back into the bedroom and dresses Ozzy in baggy clothes*

Ozzy: Hey... Would it be ok if I like... fully moved in with you? Like not just til I recover completely.

Thrax: *taken back as he pulls his own jacket on but smiles* Of course baby. *lifts him into his arms*

Ozzy: *hugs him tightly*

Thrax: *rubs his back gently, purring*

Ozzy: *smiles and hugs him* I Just... I can't remember when anyone's ever cared about me this much and... yeah... *hugs him a little tighter* I love you...

Thrax: *smiles, holding him close* Love you to baby. *grabs the diaper bag* Let's go then. *heads out the door*

Ozzy: *nods and rests his head on his shoulder*

Thrax: *takes a deep breath of air as they head out the door* Looks like today's gonna be a nice day.

Ozzy: *rests his head on his shoulder* mmm...

Thrax: *hitches the diaper bag on his other shoulder and supports Ozzy body as they head off*