"Ouchie!" Teddy pointed at Mick's arm because he knew that one was hurt and pointed. "Ouch." Then pointed at the dog. "Ouchie dog." Mick grunted in amusement and stroked Ash very gently while the puppy wriggled and wagged it's tail hard into Mick's stomach. Damn puppy. Teddy focused on petting carefully, being gentle. "Owie."

"I'm barely hurt, don't scare the kid." Mick huffed and ruffled his boys hair. "Daddy isn't that owie. Daddy is strong, nothing hurts daddy."

"You stubbed your toe yesterday and whined about it for an hour." Axel pointed out from where he was painting his nails, not much fussed over the puppy.