Only if ~ Dundy

Yogurt

Fundy POV

My son sat on my lap as he showed me his crayon drawing: it was of me, him, and Dream in front of our house. 

"Yogurt, you're an artist!" Dream yelled, snatching the fox right out of my lap. He threw Yogurt up so high that he screamed, "DAD!"

With one last throw, Dream tightened his arms around our son and they sat back down. He pecked Yogurt's cheek softly, and my lips with passion.

"Ew!" Yogurt yelled, chuckling.

I tickled him like I never did before, making him laugh and beg me for mercy repeatedly. And even though I hadn't yet started tickling him, Dream wheezed along, also begging me to let Yogurt go.

At the end, we all were laughing our asses off.

My vision blurred momentarily. He's gone again--there's only Yogurt in my arms, looking at me with pure confusion. "Pops, what was that?" he asked.

Only if...