Hob knew he was being watched.
He looked down, with the kind of unerring instinct that he had never really lost. Yep, there the little one was, black hair all mussed from sleep, big blue eyes blinking wetly and that very familiar Pout.
Oh dear. This was a Problem. And Hob was helpless to resist that Pout, whether it happened to be on this little boy's face or a Certain Other Fellow's.
"What's wrong, m'lad? Shouldn't you be with your Papa?" Hob leaned over to pick the little boy up, smoothing over the unruly hair and settling him on his lap.
A small hand fisted into his shirt. "Fairies." The little boy said clearly. "Papa sent me 'way. Not safe."
"Ah. Well, you'll keep your old Dad company then while I teach, hm?"
The Pout transformed into the most adorable wee smile. "SHAXBERT YUCKY!"
Hob laughed. "That's my boy!"
The Zoom class was a complete Squee Apocalypse, with his students cooing over the baby. Dream was hard pressed not to laugh when he came in just in time to hear their son yell "SHAXBERT YUCKY!!!" once again.
But it was worth it.
