Page 122 of Daddy's Pride
Jamie giggled.
“But it doesn’t make much sense to keep paying rent when you belong here with me.”
“Kay, I’ll give my notice when I pay rent next week. But what about Grandma’s furniture?”
“Well, do you want to keep it or donate it?”
“Honestly, it’s super old and the bed is lumpy. Everything here is so nice and comfy. Do you think someone else might be able to use it all?”
Such a sweet boy, always thinking of others.
“I think for sure they would. The lumpy mattress might end up at the dump but the rest of it could help someone else get their start on life. Would you like me to call The LGBTQ Center and see if they will take it?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
“I’ll take care of it. Henry’s Daddies called and asked if we’d like to go to the club tonight. Are you feeling up to it? You could wear one of your new outfits.” Seemed while I was ordering for his room, I did the ‘one for the room, one for Jamie now’ purchasing plan. For every gift I put in the room, I gave him one. The bed delivery was due today, but I had everything else set up and ready to go. The shelves were lined with toys and the closet filled with new outfits. I found a special rug for the center of the floor as well.
“I’d get to play with Henry?”
I nodded.
“Yay! Let’s go.”
“Silly boy, you need to take a nap first or you’ll fall asleep on the floor there. You don’t want to do that, do you?” It didn’t take long to figure out he was an ‘early to bed, early to rise’ boy.
“No, Daddy. That wouldn’t be fun at all. Okay, Patty.” He hopped off my lap. “Nappy time.”
Never had I met a more obedient boy in my life. “All right, scoot on up the bed and get your stuffies situated.” Took a couple of minutes since he had to properly introduce Patty to the others.
“Sloffers, this is Patty.” He went through them one by one, and each had to hug Patty. “Okay, we’re all friends and now it’s nappy time.”
As soon as he was asleep, I snuck out to track the delivery driver and beat him to the door. The boxes weren’t as light as I’d hoped, but I managed to get them inside the room without waking Jamie.
“Instructions are in English my ass.” I tossed them in the trash pile and set to figure the damn thing out myself. In my frustration, I lost track of time and realized it as soon as I heard the toilet flush. I’d planned to talk to Jensen and Mitchell tonight about a surprise party for Jamie where I’d unveil the bedroom to him as his gift. I’d wrap some of the toys I’d bought for him to open, of course, but he and Henry could break them in afterward.
I snuck out and into the kitchen before Jamie emerged. “Hello, sleepy head.”
“Hi, Daddy.” He wandered over for a hug. “What’s for dinner?”
Shoot, dinner. In my haste to get the room ready I’d forgotten. “I think there are some nuggies in the freezer. Maybe even tots?”
“Nummy, nummy, nummy. I color, Daddy cook.” He pulled his coloring books and crayons from the drawer and proceeded to do just that.
Saved by the frozen food section. Not the healthiest of meals, but we’d been eating better during the week, so a day of treats wouldn’t hurt anyone. My boy woke up as Little Jamie so that was a good sign for the evening, and I’d keep the forward momentum going.
“Here you go, sweet boy.” I set the sauces down and then his plate.
“I not sweet boy, I Daddy’s shiny star. I made Daddy happy.”
Did he ever, even when correcting me. “Yes, you’re Daddy’s sweet shiny star and you make Daddy very happy.”
Jamie did his little shimmy and dove into his dippy song. “Dippy, dippy, dippy. Num, num, num.”
After I filled my plate, I took the seat across from him well out of the line of sauce fire. I’d nearly had the same thing then opted for a sandwich and tots. “Do you want a bite, Daddy?” Jamie held up a nugget with an indecipherable sauce mix on it.
“Thank you, but Daddy has plenty on his plate.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Jamie sucked the sauce off and it took every ounce of energy to not cringe. “Nummy.”