A/N: Hey guys. I'm back with another PBS fic. This one shows a lot of over-protective Mr. Peabody and is based off of a photo I saw on Deviantart. I thought that it was too cute so I had to write about it XD

Plot: One-shots of Mr. Peabody being over-protective of his boy, Sherman. Ranges through the years of Sherman being a baby, all the way to present day. Contains a few spoilers to the movie, but not much. Nothing you haven't already seen in the previews.

A Dog and His Puppy:

He really shouldn't be allowing this. If he allowed it now when the baby was young then it would be all the more difficult to teach him not to later on in life. He knew that this would be the case and yet he allowed it anyway for some reason. With a huff, Peabody looked back down at the small tuft of red-hair curled up at his side. This red-headed lump was Peabody's adopted baby, Sherman.

"I will give him one more hour, then I'll take him back to his crib." Peabody muttered as he went back to reading his book, which ended up being a parenting guide.

The baby beside him began to whimper. Frowning, the older man reached over and stroked the baby's back in a comforting way until the whimpers stopped. With a heavy sigh, Peabody attempted to return to his book. It had been three days since he began this book and he still was not yet finished with it. This was due to Sherman, who every night at bedtime, chose this time to become frightened of one thing or another. The only time the baby would be calm was when he was in his adopted father's bedroom.

"I simply can not understand this." The dog spoke alloud again, sitting up a little as he scooped the baby up into his arms. "How a change of bed could calm a child."

He could only think of a few explinations to this though. If anything sharp or uncomfortable was in the cradle, then it could cause discomfort. This probably wasn't the case, as the dog had double checked the bed before he placed his son in it each time. The other thing he could think of was, perhaps the child's bedroom was to dark. Compared to the over-head lights in his room after all, the small night lamp in Sherman's was nothing more than a lightning bug.

"I should really look into buying Sherman another nightlight." Again, there he was talking to himself and trying to make sense of things.

Shaking his head, he looked at the bedside clock, its bright letters reading 11:00pm. He only had one hour to figure out what was bothering the baby before sending him back to his own cradle. Glancing back to the book in his hands, he flipped to the table of contents and looked for a section that might be helpful. After a bit of looking, he gave up and simply began to flip pages. One section in Chapter 11 stood out to him.

Comforts for Children; Ages 0-1:

"This is interesting." He mumbled, checking on Sherman yet again before reading through the passage.

'As strange as it may seem, baby's can actually recognize their parents based off of their scent. This often is comforting to the child and reminds them that mommy and daddy is nearby them,'

Peabody hadn't noticed this until now, but other than whimpering, there was another noise that Sherman would make. Looking down, he noticed that Sherman was making that noise again. It was a soft, little, sniffing sound. After the boy did this, he would curl up again and fall back asleep. The dog was seemingly amazed by this simple action, and smiled warmly as he set the book aside and cradled the child close to his chest. He had an idea now of what he could do for Sherman.

Taking the baby back into his own bedroom, Peabody carefully placed Sherman back into his crib and tucked him in. Per usual, the baby began to kick and make a fuss. Putting his idea into action, Peabody removed the red bow-tie he would usually wear, and placed it in the child's arms. Instantly, the baby hugged it close to his chest and the fussing stopped.

"I can't believe it." The dog said with a smile. "That actually worked."

With that being said, he turned on his heels and exited the bedroom and made his way towards his own. He was about to get ready for bed when he noticed something. Storm clouds were beginning to roll over the night time sky. A thunderstorm would be beginning soon, and instantly Peabody's eyes darted to the spot on his bed where he usually would put Sherman at for the past three nights. The first hum of thunder rang through the house and he swore he could almost hear Sherman's eyes flutter open at this, the bow tie probably laying at his side and not providing the comfort he would need to get through this storm.

"Nope. I can not allow it." The dog said sternly to no one in perticular. "If I do, then he'll never sleep in his own bed."

The first of the rain dropplets began to hit and slide down the window. The dog stood there firmly, simply staring at the drops as if that would make them go away. At that moment, he heard Sherman's tiny yip (yes, the boy yipped) coming from the other room. He was suddenly back in the baby's room as the first flash of lightning streaked across the sky and back in his own bedroom in half that time. Carefully, he laid the baby down in his respective spot and then tucked him in.

"One more night won't hurt."