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Little Tally Pt. 1

Little!Taliesin and a bumpy evening with his mama and daddy. 

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“Hey buddy, wakey wakey,” Matt speaks softly, turning off the small fan on the night stand. He reaches over and starts to slowly rub Taliesin’s back through the quilt. “Nap time is over, you gotta get up.”

Taliesin groans for a moment, rubbing his face against the bed sheets. He slowly lifts his head up, blinking blearily as he peers around then looks up at Matt. "Sleepy.”

It’s still pretty dark in the room, only small amounts of light are able to push past the drawn curtains. Matt reaches down then, rubbing the boy’s cheek a moment, rousing him further. When Tal sits up some, Matt goes across the room and opens up some curtains, letting in midafternoon sun. Back at the bed, Taliesin groans and presses his face back into the mattress.

“Ahahah,” Matt shakes his head, going back. “Nap time is over Tally. Up.” He pats the boy’s bottom through the quilt then starts to pull it off. “Mama is gonna be home soon. Few hours. You want to help me make dinner or do you wanna play in the living room?”

Taliesin rubs his face for a moment before sitting up on his knees. “What’s dinner?”

“Do tacos sound good”?“ Matt spends a moment fussing with Tal’s hair. The boy changes it so much that Matt really didn’t know what to do with it week to week. This week, Taliesin had shown up to play with a fancy color saving conditioner and a request his hair not be washed at all if it could be done.

"Tacos,” Taliesin nods as he scoots to the edge of the bed to get to his feet.

“Ah. Stay. You need to get dressed.” Matt motion’s the little to keep put, then snags the play clothes that had been left by the bed at the beginning of nap time. Taliesin flops onto his back to be dressed, as he is only in his tshirt and briefs. So Matt helps him into his shorts and one purple stripped sock while Taliesin did the other foot. “There we go, good boy.” Matt rub’s the boy’s belly for a moment before helping him to his feet.

“Color.”

“What’s that buddy?” Matt fusses with the freshly died hair once more, trying to get it out of his boy’s eyes.

“Color.”

“Yes, your hair is colored very nicely.” Matt nods. He glances at his fingers scowling when he sees that they are being stained pink and purple.

“No!” Taliesin huffs, “Wanna color.”

“Oh oh oh, okay buddy. No huffing and puffing.” Matt gives up on the hair, and grabs the boy’s black cat ear hat and pulls that onto his head. “Sure, you can color.”

“With you?” Taliesin looks up at Matt, standing still as the man tries to get him dressed.

“Buddy, I just said I had to make supper.” Matt gives him a small smile.

“In the kitchen?” Tal rocks on his toes bracing his hands on Matt’s chest.

Matt takes ahold of the boy’s arms, letting him rock and bounce around as he is finally getting awake. “You can color in the kitchen. Can you go get your things so daddy can go start?”

“Yeah.” Taliesin grins. “Yup!”

“Only your coloring box, Taliesin, we aren’t doing crafts. Nothing sticky or sparkly.” Matt clarifies.

Tal gives a small pout but nods. “Okkaaay.”

Matt kisses his forehead. “Go. Go on.” He swats the boy out of the room, following him as they both head out the door frame to the hall.

“Noo!” Taliesin protests, heading for the office as Matt branches off towards the kitchen.

Matt chuckles and goes to the kitchen to start his work on dinner. He’s only had enough time to take out the ground turkey and frying pan before Taliesin is shuffling in with his coloring box and a sketch pad.

Tal sets it all at the table and climbs into his normal sport, sitting cross legged on the small chair cushion.

“You want some music buddy or do you wanna talk?” Matt asks as he begins the meat.

“Music.” Taliesin flips through his sketch book to find his clean pages and start his work.

Matt turns the speakers on and starts up Spotify on his phone. Taliesin begins to sing softly as he digs out the colors he wants and starts his drawing. Matt comes over ocassionally to check on Tal and his drawing. Giving the boy some water and snapping a picture to send to Marisha.

‘Your boy is waiting for you’ -Matt

'Are both of my boys waiting for me?’ -Marisha

'Of course.’ -Matt

'I’ll be home in about 20 minutes. How is he doing?’ -Marisha

'Good. He’s been calm today. No fits. Had his nap. No trouble.’ -Matt

'Great to hear. I’ll be home soon.’ -Marisha

Matt has chopped the vegetables and takes the skillet off the heat. “Tal. You need to clean the table. Put your coloring away.”

“Alright.”

Matt finishes up getting things out of the fridge. “Tal, what do you want to drink at dinner?”

“Strawberry.”

Matt sighs. “Juice or milk?” He stares into his fridge, searching for the strawberry juice, beginning to have vague memories of using it to mix drinks the other night.

“Juice.”

“I don’t think we have any.” He sets cheese on the counter. “How about grape juice?” Matt moves over to the table with a small frown. “Taliesin, I said you need to clean the table.”

“Almost done.” The boy assures, coloring in a bat he’d drawn in shades of green.

“You get 2 minutes.” Matt takes off his watch and sets it by the boy’s sketch book. “It better be clean and put away when Mama gets home.” He kisses Tal’s head then goes to finish dinner.

Two more songs go by before Matt hears the front door. He also hears Taliesin leap to his feet, chair scrapping over the hard wood as the rushes to meet Marisha.

“You’re home!” Taliesin cheers.

“You’re home too,” Marisha sets her bag down to hug her boy. “Oooh it’s so good to see you.”

“Mmmm I missed you. How was work? Daddy made taco’s.”

Marisha laughs a little. “Work was work baby. I missed you too, let’s go see daddy. Mama is starving.” She heads into the kitchen with the little tow. She knew if she let him, they would play 20 questions for an hour before they got anything to eat.

Taliesin makes a Beeline for the counter, eager for dinner when he spots it all spread out. Then something snags his arm and he feels a quick, sharp smack to his thigh. Tal yelps, jumping on his toes despite it not really hurting.  The boy looks back over his shoulder, seeing Matt above him. He’s got a stern daddy frown on and leans down abit. “Little boy. What did I tell you? More than once?” Matt’s voice is quiet, calm. He never raises his voice.

Taliesin bites his lip and glances towards the kitchen table where his coloring was. He is quiet and shuffles his socks against the wooden floor for a moment then looking at Marisha. She just raises an eyebrow at him and he looks back down.

“ ’M sorry daddy.” He says softly, looking up through his lashes in hope for some pitty.

Matt gently pushes Tal’s head up, “You need to go clean up your mess. I will make your plate.”

“Yes daddy. Sorry.”

“It’s okay baby.” Matt kisses the boy’s head. “Now go.” Matt swats him again.

Tal whines and scurries over to the table where he gathers his colors back into his box and closes it up his sketch book, returning them to the office. In the office was a certain shelf with storage bins sealed tight, hiding away the craft supplies. Taliesin places his book and colors with them. He takes a moment to fiddle with one of Daddy’s nice StarShip models, carefully puts it back, and heads back. When Taliesin makes it back to the kitchen, sure enough there was a plate at his seat and Matt and Marisha are finishing setting the table.

Taliesin shuffles up. “Need help?” His hands fidget together against his chest.

“No baby. Go ahead and sit down.” Marisha nods to him.

Taliesin plops down in his chair, swinging his feet as he waits for the others.

As Matt sits down he gives Tal’s neck a little squeeze. The boy looks to him with a big smile which Matt returns, effectively calming the little bit of nerves that his slip up had given him. He didn’t want any trouble tonight, he really didn’t. Most night’s he really didn’t, only ocassionally would there be an itch under his skin that only firm hands could reach. But that didn’t mean his wandering mind couldn’t get him in any trouble.

“How was work?” Matt starts talking as Marisha is dressing her tacos. Tal’s have already been fixed how he likes, so he starts eating as he listens.

“Long, mostly meetings. You know how it is.” She shrugs one shoulder then sets her food aside to tie her hair back. “How about you?”

“We had a quiet day.” Matt looks over to Taliesin as he is chewing, coaxing him to speak.

Tal makes sure to finish his chewing, nodding as he does to show he’s listening. “Good day.” He agrees.

“What did you do?” Marisha pries more, trying to get Taliesin to speak up.

“Um. Helped daddy clean the bird cage. Then we got yogurt and had a walk. And then we watched some tv before nap. Then I colored.”

“Oooh. Sounds like a good day. Thankyou for helping with the birdie.”

“Course!” Taliesin says around a fresh mouthful of taco.

Marisha laughs and decides to leave him alone so he could eat.

“Tal was very good today. Like always.” Matt smirks when Taliesin nods in a firm agreement.

“Oh really? My baby was so well behaved? Even in public?” Marisha grins. She loved to watch Taliesin flush and squirm when they praised him.

“Yup. Held my hand most of the time and never walked ahead. We played a little PokemonGo and washed up when we got home. No fuss.”

“Already had a bath with no fuss? Well guess we don’t have to do that at bedtime.”

“And he took his nap on time. No trouble at all. All rested.”

“Well. I guess he doesn’t need early bed time either.” Marisha trails off for a moment, grinning stupidly at Matt.

Taliesin has stopped eating, looking between the two with narrowed eyes. “You actin’ weird.” He mumbles.

“Well if Taliesin doesn’t need his early baby bedtime, and he’s being a good big boy I guess he can just come along tonight.” Matt shrugs.

Taliesin drops his food, leaning forward. “Go where?”

“You sure?” Marisha scrunches her nose. “It’s way up in the city.”

“What is?” Tal paws at Marisha a little, trying to not raise his voice.

“I think he can stay awake. He can sleep on the ride back if he needs.” Matt seems confident in thought of Taliesin joining them on some kind of late night adventure into the city.

“What are you two talking about!” Taliesin demands, both hands flat on the table. When he just gets disapproving looks from them both he sinks back in his chair. “Please tell me?”

“Daddy and I,” Marisha glances at Matt, “we got invites to the big Spider-Man premier tonight.”

Taliesin’s eyes widen, and he jumps to his feet. “Really? Holy shit! Yes!,” he fist pumps,“ This is going to be so fucking awesome! When does it-” he turns to Marisha but she isn’t in her chair any longer. Before he can even turn to Matt, a quick flurry of swats land on the tops of his legs, at least a dozen but probably more.

“Ah! Ow owowooow! Stooop!” Taliesin tries to wiggle away, but the table is in his way.

It ends quickly, with only a little sting left behind, and Taliesin is turned around to face Matt who is frowning down at him. “Taliesin Jaffe you know better then to curse. Those are grown up words. Are you grown up?”

Taliesin shakes his head, tears starting to form under the scolding. “No daddy.”

“That’s right. You’re our little boy who doesn’t need to he using those words.” Matt takes Tal’s wrist and tugs him towards the sink.

It’s there that Taliesin now sees Marisha with a wash cloth in hand. Taliesin immediately digs his heels in, tears welling faster. “Nooo. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry.” He babbles. When the grown ups look very unimpressed with his apologies Tal feels his legs get wobbly, but his quick working brain gives him something new. “I ..I’m eatting.” He whispers.

There is a moment of quiet then, before Marisha sets the rag down, wiping her fingers free of soap on another towel. “Alright, but no dessert tonight. That was two naughty words. You know better Taliesin Axelrod.”

His head drops, “Yes’M,” he hardly feels relieved when his wrist is released. He holds his hands against his chest as he is steered back to the table.

As soon as he sits he pushes a big bite into his mouth, keeping himself quiet with slow chewing

Tal listens to Mama and Daddy talk about their days and when to leave for tonight. About two hours they decide.

Taliesin quietly mixes his rice and beans together and eats a few bites. As he does, mama and daddy put their dishes in the washer and give him little pets and a kiss as they leave. Taliesin was always a slow eater. Usually they stayed but sometimes nights were busy. He’d usually be allowed to watch tv while he finished eating, but he stayed put, starring down at his food.

Taliesin pulls his feet up onto the chair, picking at the skin on his legs, the lines of stretch marks on his calves. Starring at his half-finished plate, not even seeing his food, he just hears his own voice, repeating his messed up words, followed by Matt and Marisha’s scolds echoing twice as hard. He whispers to himself, angry. “Stupid. Stupid. Just shut up. Gotta be so dumb. Ruined everything.”

“Taliesin…..Tal?” Marisha calls into the living room before back tracking to the kitchen. “Tally. What are you doing in here?”

“Finishing supper.” The boy mumbles.

“Sure doesn’t look like it.” She comes over and takes his hands. “Why are you sitting alone? Are you picking again?”

Taliesin buries his face onto his knees. “I’m sorry mama I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’m sorry.” He babbles, tugging his hands free to put them behind his back so he couldn’t pick.

Marisha lays a hand on Tal’s head. “Maaaatt, come here please.”

Matt scrambles towards the kitchen, socks sliding. “Yup yup yeah whats up? Tal?”

Tal’s head comes up then, looking to Matt then back to Marisha. “Im sorry! I won’t do it no more. I won’t pick. Promise. I’m sorrrry.” Tears well up rapidly and spill over his face. Tal was sure daddy had been called to punish him for hurting himself and picking his skin.

Matt quickly crosses to them. “Whoa there bug. What are all these big tears for? What is wrong?”

“I found him in here alone, picking at himself again.” Marisha pulls the boys hands around to the front trying to get the upset boy out of the chair. “Come on. Up. Come to mama.”

Tal reluctantly gets to his feet, a sob breaking through his chest. He feels his legs getting weak again, not wanting to keep him up. “No spank please. I be good. I go..I go to bed. Will be good.”

“Hey there. You aren’t getting a spanking, what is all of this about?” Matt comes to the distressed boy’s side, helping him stay up. Tal had a habit of falling to the floor when he got too worked up.

“I was bad. I was dumb and stupid and and bad.” Taliesin rubs at his eyes with markedly too much force, like he was clawing at his skin.

Marisha snatches his hands away from his face, afraid he’d mark himself. “Come on. Lets go to the bed room so you can sit. You’re gonna fall down.” She knew she couldn’t hold him up if he gave out. Matt could on rare ocassions, but little Tally was still heavier then either of them.

“I-I- I’m not gon’ fall. Promise. I’ll be good.” Taliesin shifts his feet.

“Okay baby. Do you wanna go see Mischeif?” She offers. “Where is he? Where is Mr.Mischeif?”

“Bed,” He anwsers quietly, still in hiccups. “From nap.”

“Let’s go see him. Come on. I bet he is lonely.”

Tal nods then, willingly following them to the bed, Matt having taken one hand in his to keep him stable.

At the bed Taliesin crawls up un-prompted and finds his purple cat plush, setting it in his lap.

Matt takes a moment to check Tal’s legs and grabs some balm to rub into the raw spots.

“Im sorry for picking. I didn’t mean to. Honest.”

“I know buddy, your hands get twitchy. I just want to help your skin,” Matt assures as he rubs it into the spot, glad the skin hadn’t broken.

“Baby,” Marisha sits next to him and tales his hat off to help him cool down. “Can you tell me why you’re upset?”

“I’m bad.” Tal looks down at the cat as Marisha pets his hair.

“Baby, we just got done saying how good you are during supper. You’re such a good boy. You were such a happy baby.” She presses her palm to his forehead. He was cooling down.

“But then I was bad,” he says quietly. Taliesin begins to curl away from the hand, gripping his cat tighter.

Matt is taking a moment to dig free a piece of nail polish that had been dug into the pale skin when he realizes what had happened.

“Ooooh. The baby got all worked up to fast didn’t he?” Matt holds Taliesin’s socked feet, rubbing gently to sooth him. “He got excited very fast and then sad very fast and he couldn’t figure it out. Poor baby.” Matt coo’s as Taliesin blushes.

“Oh did the baby have a hard time with his feelings?” Marisha puts an arm around her baby and pulls him close.

“Sad….angry.” Taliesin says quietly.

“What has done that?” Marisha strokes his chest. She is pretty confident she knows what has worked the little up so much, and feels guilty she had let it go.

“I was bad and I ruined…tonight, 'cause im dumb and don’t get to do big things cause cause-,” Taliesin’s voice cuts out before he burries his face in the cat.

“Tonight,” Matt starts to rub his legs. “You still want to come to movie don’t you?”

“Yeeees,” Taliesin cries into his toy.

Matt nods. “You’re still coming buddy. Little bug. You’re gonna get all dressed up with us and come along. It’s gonna be lots of fun,” he reaches up to try and expose Tal’s face. Taliesin only leans away, trying to stay hidden in his cat.

“Ra…really?”

“Look at daddy when he’s talking to you, Tally.”

There is a soft groan before Taliesin drops the cat.

“Thankyou baby. Yeah really. We aren’t gonna leave you here. Our baby is gonna join us tonight because we love him so much. You messed up a little bit at supper, and got abit too big. But it’s all over. We took care of that didn’t we?” Matt uses the boy’s shirt to wipe his face.

“Yeah.” Tal sniffs and squirms under the cleaning.

Marisha snags tissues from the night stand and hands them over to the boy. “Do your nose baby. You’re all leaky.”

Tal pouts and does as he’s told.

She smiles. “I think Mama and Daddy made a mistake and didn’t talk enough with the baby and he was stuck with his own thoughts. Got all worked up in them. I’m sorry baby. You are a good boy, allways. But you’re just our baby for this weekend, special fun stuff doesn’t change that. Alright? Can you go out tonight and be the best boy we know you are?”

Taliesin nods quickly. “I really wanna. But..but you said…I only got to go 'cause I was super good today. So I thought….wasn’t good any more. Don’t get to go. Gotta stay home alone.”

“Noooo,” Marisha kisses his cheek. “One little slip up. And we know you were just very excited. You’re normaly very very good about your words.”

Tal nods. “Yeah! Am.” He agrees. Though it had been one of the first lessons when the three of them has began all this, and it had been a struggle, Matt and Marisha were nothing if not persistant.

“Okay.” Marisha nods. “Feel better? Got all the muk sorted out?” She pats his chest.

“Yeah. Thankyou,” Taliesin sighs softly, relaxed now.

“Of course bug,” Matt straightens up and ruffles his hair. “Thankyou for talking so well.” He gathers the tissues and balm to clean up.

“Do you want to finish dinner?” Marisha ask him as she gets off the bed. “We gotta get ready soon.”

“Not hungry any more.” Tal shifts down off the bed as well.

“Okay. Go clean your spot up then let’s get ready. Daddy, can you get him dressed? I gotta start my hair.”

“No problem,” Matt kisses her as she passes to the bath room. He snags Taliesin before he can leave, giving him a firm hug, holding the boy to his chest before kissing the top of his head. “Can I have a smile?”

Taliesin smiles a little lopsided, and when Matt chuckles at him it breaks into a wide grin as he laughs back.

“Okay. Go on. Hurry.” Matt sends him out the door.

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