I Came to Play

"Whattttttt" Mike whined, ready to go fucking lie down.

Jeff gripped Mike's hand expectantly as Hailey turned back around, toy syringe in hand.

Mike wailed, trying to get behind Jeff accidentally jarring his arm. Mike screamed in pain, clutching his arm to his chest. "N-no..." Mike whimpered, really hurting. "I don't w-want one." Tears trailed down Mike's cheeks, pooling at his chin, and then dripping off.

"Easy baby, easy," Jeff said softly. "It'll only take a second, then we can go home."

"No!" Mike backed away from Jeff, and curled into a corner of the room. "St-stay away from m-me!"

"Mikey darlin, c'mon now," Jeff said. "Daddy's right here, you can do this."

Mike glared at Jeff, his eyes swimming. "No! a-and you can't make me!"

"You wanna test that theory Michael?" Jeff crossed his arms over his chest.

"I-I sure will." Mike swallowed, his arm killing him."

"Fine then," Jeff swept Mike back into his lap, holding him firmly, but not enough to hurt him.

Mike struggled, yelled, whined, and cried, and fianlly gave up.

"Easy now Mikey, easy, just relax baby it's alright," Jeff soothed.

"I-I hate you," Mike pouted, he didn't have the strength to keep fighting. His arm was wearing him down.

Jeff sighed. "It'll all be over in justa second baby," Jeff said, watching Hailey give Mike his shot.

Mike yelped when Hailey gave him the shot, and then he settled in Jeff's arms. The will to get up considering he already had his shot was gone.

Jeff smiled. "Thanks doc," Jeff said. He looked at Mike. "Mikey, you gonna thank the nice doctor for making you better?" Jeff asked.

"Th-thank you doctor." Mike whimpered, trying to smile at his daughter. Mike bit his lip again, his arm was in serious need of attention.

Jeff stood up, cradling Mike carefully in his arms, heading toward their bed room. "How's the arm darlin?" Jeff asked. He finally let his green eyes fill with the worry he'd been trying to hide.

"It fucking hurts." Mike whimpered. "I hope Hailey had fun." Mike hid his face in Jeff's neck. "Now are you really going to take care of me?" Mike mumbled into Jeff neck.

"Of course I am darlin," Jeff drawled sweetly. He sat down on their bed with Mike still in his lap.

Mike groaned. "Just hold me Jeff......"

"I've got you darlin," Jeff drawled softly. He pulled Mike as close to him as he could, rocking him gently, just as he'd done earlier.

"My arm hurts Jeffery." Mike whined, even though in pain he was content just having Jeff hold him. Mike sighed, "I've missed this...." he trailed off.

Jeff smiled, loving the way taking care of Mike made him feel. Being the younger brother Jeff was always so used to people taking care of him, it felt nice to be able to care for someone else for a change. "I've missed it too darlin," Jeff drawled. "You want me to get you something for that arm?"

"Please.." Mike whimpered and then paused thinking. "Would you have to put me down to get it?"