Brandon smiled and rushed over to him, hugging him. He was rather adorable, only wrapped in a towel, brown hair wet and messy and if you looked under the towel a pink little bottom.

The king picked him up, setting him on his lap.
"How are you, little one?" he asked, kissing his forehead.

Brandon wasn't able to hide a small wince as his bottom touched his fathers lap and he squirmed a little before leaning against him. "'m fine" he said, rubbing his eyes and looking up at him. "How are you?"

"I'm doing good. Just a little work." he said, rubbing his son's back.

"Oh..." He said, resting his head against his chest.

The king smiled, hugging his boy.
"I saw you wince. Were you naughty, little one?"

Brandon blushed and looked down, biting his lip as he nodded.

"What did you do, Brandon?" he asked, lifting his chin.

Brandon reluctantly looked up at his father. "I didn't wanna have a enema..." He whispered, biting his lip.

"You know you need them sometimes." he said, kissing his cheek.