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Rafael set his cup on his thigh and exhaled as the warm tea went into his stomach. “Man, this is so nice,” he said.
Jude smiled at him. He was sitting with his back against the pillows, cup held with both hands. He was also wearing underwear, but also a tee shirt. “It is nice. I can’t remember the last time I got to actual enjoy my darjeeling while it was hot.”
Rafael chuckled. “That’s the truth.” He sipped. “Man, it’s so weird to hear the house so quiet.”
“Yeah I noticed that too. Some part of me instinctively feels that something is wrong.”
“Why?”
“Because you know, when the kids are quiet, something is being destroyed.”
Rafael laughs again. “That’s a true statement if I ever heard one. But we can’t be on edge if we’re going to enjoy our long weekend together. Or get anything done.”
Jude sipped. “I suppose. We’re not getting much done though. We’re just lounging in bed this morning.”
“Disagree. That was the whole point of sending the kids to your parents for our anniversary weekend, was so we could enjoy some time off together – not just so we could tidy up the house. We’re accomplishing that. Hell, I’d say we even got a head start last night catching up on that sex we missed.”
“Well when you put it that way, I’m going to merge with the pillows and not reappear until my teacup is empty. And damn, you were so hot last night. I can’t believe how tight I am now. I’m gonna have to work on that.”
Rafael smirked at Jude. “You gonna wear a plug around the house for me this weekend like we did when we were dating?”
Jude blushed. “Maybe.”
“I think it’s fucking hot. You smell really nice when you’re aroused.”
“I do?”
“Absolutely.”
Jude sniffed his wrist. “I don’t smell any different.”
Rafael raised an eyebrow. “Are you aroused right now?”
“… A little. I may have been covertly staring at your bulge.”
“You are welcome to it. But we need to be ready and downstairs by noon.”

Jude blinked. “What? What for? Do we have plans?”
Rafael tried to hide the smug look on his face. “Yep. Adrian’s coming by with the sledgehammers, and his dad’s coming with to help with the electrical.”
“Sledgehammers? For what?” Jude looked so utterly confused.
“We’re demolishing that island in the kitchen you hate. And we’re also getting a new dishwasher by the way. Happy Anniversary.”
Jude stared. “No way.”
“Yes way.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep. We’re getting the island out of the way. You complain about it every day. So I couldn’t think of a better gift to you.”
Jude set his tea cup down. “Holy shit, Rafael, you’re amazing.” He cupped his husband’s scruffy face with both hands and kissed him over and over. “Thank you thank you thank you!”

Rafael put his own cup on the nightstand, snaked an arm around Jude’s waist, and pulled him on top of his stretched out form. “I’m so happy you’re happy.”
“Ah, you’re so warm. And furry.” Jude nuzzled his partner’s chest. “I’m not happy, I’m absolutely ecstatic. No more hitting the island with the dishwasher door. No more walking all the way around the island to get to the other side of dishwasher. No more loud wash cycle…. I’m in heaven. Or getting old getting excited over appliances. One or the other.”
“We’re a long way since I gave you LSD for your birthday huh?“
Jude chuckled. “Wee bit. But I’d still do LSD with you.”
“I think I know what we’re doing over Christmas.”
Jude giggled. “Have a Christmas light rave.”
“That sounds excellent. Mnnf, you’re distracting me with the way you’re moving your hips…”
“Have your balls reloaded from last night?” Jude slipped his hands between them.
“Very much.”
“I think we need to continue from last night…” He caressed Rafael through the white cotton.
“Oh hell that feels good! Yea-yeah we can definitely continue. Just remember, we have to be presentable by noon.”
“It’s 9:30. Dick first.”
“Our tea is going to go cold.”
“We can reheat it.” He circled his thumb over the tip of Rafael’s cockhead trapped under the cotton.
He hissed. “Jesus christ, I need to get these off!”
“I was hoping you were going to say that, or I’m gonna have a real hard time sucking you off.”

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Robert watched the creek water glide by in that mesmerizing way. It made a nice sound.
“Can I remove my shoes and socks Daddy?”
“Of course, Robert.”
“Can you hold my fishing pole?”
“I got it.”
Robert shucked off his shoes and socks, making sure to set his nice shoes in clean grass. If he got his nice shoes dirty, Uncle Joseph would be cross. He took his pole back from his daddy as quick as he could. Robert wanted to be the one holding the pole if he caught a fish on the line.
“Thanks Daddy.”
Henry took off his shoes and socks too. When Henry dug his toes into the grass, Robert giggled did the same too. It was nice. Cool and soft. He liked nature a lot, and was glad when they could sneak off after church on Sunday to spend time in the meadow and have a picnic. The church was stuffy sometimes. Robert watched the fishing lure bob in the water.
“Daddy?”
“Yes Robert?”
“Can I ask you about something?”
“What is it son?” Henry asked.
“It’s about Uncle Joe.”
“What about him?”
“Why does Uncle Joe go to your room instead of his in the middle of the night?”
Henry stiffened. “How do you know that?”

Robert looked at his toes in the grass. “I got up to use the bathroom a few days ago. When I turned the corner, I saw Uncle Joe go into your room instead of his. I thought it was just a mistake cause he was tired, but he didn’t come back out. And no one said anything the next morning. He has his own room. I don’t understand.”
Henry exhaled slowly.
“…Am I in trouble Daddy?”
“What? No. Of course not.”
“But you seem upset that I told you this.”

Henry put a his hand on Robert’s knee. “You’re not upset. It’s just hard to explain.”
Robert waited.
“Do you remember when we had that talk about sex?”
Robert made a face. “Ew. Yes. It was soo embarrassing. And gross.”
Henry chuckled. “Yes. Do you remember how we talked about how when a man and a woman like eachother, they go on dates, and if they really like eachother, they may have sex?”
“Yes?” Robert said in that tone that he didn’t quite believe anyone would really want to do that.
“Well. Sometimes, very rarely. Not…all men want to be with another woman.”

Robert stared at him. “What?”
Henry rubbed the back of his neck. “When a man and a woman want to be together, it’s called attraction. Sometimes, a man is attracted to other men instead. And sometimes a woman can be attracted to another woman instead. And sometimes you can be attracted to both but that’s a conversation for another time.”
Robert processed this. “…Can men grow a baby inside them?” he whispers.

Henry smothered on a laugh. “No, only babies can grow inside women.”
“You said sex makes babies.”
“It can, yes.”
“But if a man can’t make a baby…. why would they want to be with another man?”
Henry looked pained. “It’s very hard to – oh look, you got a fish!”

There was a welcome distraction as Henry’s attention was refocused to his catch. They pulled the fish out and got it off the line. It was too small to keep, but Robert insisted Daddy take the camera out of the basket and snap a photo anyway before releasing the fish. They used the moment for a bit of refreshing up with drinks and a snack before settling back on the bank.

“Anyway…” Henry cleared his throat. “Do you want to continue the conversation?”
Robert thought. He nodded. He still hadn’t gotten his answer.
“What I’m trying to say is. Humans are very complicated. Although sex is what makes a baby, humans are attracted to each other for many reasons besides making babies. That’s what love is. There’s different kinds of love – like, how I love you. Or how you love the cat.”
Robert spoke up. “My Sunday School Teacher is always talking about loving God.”
“Yes. Love just means you care about someone a lot. And love between adults is a very very special kind of friendship. It means you have a partner who cares about you, and shares in making life decisions, and sharing expense things like buying a house. You can’t control who you fall in love with. God decides that for us.”
Robert processed this too. “So I don’t know if I’ll fall in love with a man or a woman?”
“Nope. Most men fall in love women though, so that’s likely to happen.”
“When will I know?”
“It’ll slowly happen when you’re older.”
“Huh.” Robert watched a bird hop along the opposing river bank.

”Also. Sometimes Robert…the world we live in thinks it’s very very bad that men can love another man. And they say very mean things. Your classmates probably would. And so sometimes a man who likes other men, will try to love a woman because it’s just easier.”
“You didn’t love Mom?” Robert looked horrified.

Henry was waiting for that but it was still like a gut punch. A wave of grief went through him. “Dear heavens, it’s not like that. I loved your mother. Very much. She was my best friend. I miss her a lot.”
“I miss her too.”
Henry takes a deep breath. He sets down the pole so he can give Robert a hug. He takes out his handkerchief and blows his nose. “When she died, my heart was very very broken. And it still is. I thought I would never love again. It’s been almost five years since we lost Anne to the cancer. I was happy though that I still had you, an I was happy with it just being us. But then I met Joseph. And he started to board in our spare room. And I started to fall in love. And I said, God has plans that we often do not understand.“

“If…God wanted you to love a man, and you fell in love with mom, maybe God thought he didn’t show you what his plans were the first time. And so he had to show you again?”
“Henry, that implies loving your mother was a mistake. I wouldn’t call her a mistake.”
“Oh.”
“It’s ok. The world is very complicated, Robert. You will understand this more when you’re older. It’s a lot to think about.”
“Yeah it is a lot to think about.” Robert agreed.
“It is. You’re still young. You don’t really have to think about it for a while now,” Henry said with a smile. “But… how would you feel about if Joe and I loved each other? And slept in the same room?”

Robert thought about this and watched the creek again. He shrugged. Then he lifted his head as an idea popped into it. “If Joe slept in your room, the room would be open right?”
“Uh yes?”
“Can I move into that room, and then we could use the other room for a brother?”
Henry choked on his breathing. “Pardon?”
“I want Uncle Joe’s room cause it has that cool window seat. I can put lots of toys there. Or use it as a secret hide out. And then if I had a brother, I’d have someone to play with instead of Martin next door who is a baby and smelly – Oh wait.”
”What what?”
”You said a man can’t grow a baby. Well, I guess we could adopt one, like Orphan Annie! Only not Annie. Cause she’s a girl.”

Henry burst out laughing until tears streamed down his face. Robert looked confused as none of what he said was funny. Henry laughed until his sides hurt and it took him quite a moment to recover himself.
“Oh goodness. Goodness gracious.”
“What’s so funny Daddy?” Robert huffed.
“I just – I love you so much Robert. You’re the best son I could have hoped for.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Even though I don’t like vegetables?”
“Even though. You will like those when you’re older too by the way.”

Robert gave his Daddy a look of incredulousness. “Being an adult means you like vegetables AND girls? Ugh! I want to stay a kid a forever.”
Henry began to laugh again. “Let me know if you figure out how to do that.”

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When we got married, we had the small ceremony in an old church in a part of town that was still borderline rural. You faced one way at night and you could see nothing but blackness over the meadows and pastures and cattle fences; if you faced the other you could see the lights of the highway in the far distance. That highway replaced the train line that gave this town its existence. All the business went up on the other side of the highway, where the river was, but not down here. Was all quiet down here. Perfect little place to get married. Just thirty minutes away from the farm your husband Silas grew up on. He was not much of a cattleman, but thankfully, he found computers and they gave him a career.

Still, Silas loved this little church from his childhood. I think besides the actual getting hitched part, it was his favorite part of the wedding. It was aging and dry rotted, held up with lots of nails and many coats of paint. The wind whistled through in places. But it felt holy and sacred to him.

Ten years later, we were back in town to visit his ailing mother and we drove past the church. It was abandoned. All boarded up. Silas was saddened. The land was for sale. The sign was faded and stuck in the corner of the plot. I didn’t say anything and my husband didn’t notice it. When we got home, I called the owner and bought it. Dirt cheap. I gave it to Silas as an anniversary present. We moved back from the city where we were miserable and spent the next couple years renovating it and adding on.

Now it’s our home. The day we were “done” – like, “done done” – the day we could stop fixin’ and start living, Silas paused in the center of the vestibule and put an arm around my waist. Buttons, our fluffball of a dog, looked up at us curiously.
“This is our home,” Silas says as he beams with pride.
“It is,” I agree. “Our home.
“I don’t think I ever thanked you for buying it for me.”
“Your happiness is thanks enough.”

I got a squeeze of a hug and a kiss for that. We both paused to admire the work we’ve done.

“Soo…Silas.”
“Yes?”
“Wanna start a family?”

I wish I had a photo of the expression on his face. I mean, what did he think we built those extra rooms for! In time, we did fill them though. We just took some time for ourselves first in our little church, out there, on the prairie. It still whistled a little, but that was my favorite part.

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Prequel to this.

Jaime sat up on the hospital bed, groggy. He looked around, confused. No chaos. No mess. No trays and carts. Where was Laura? Where was CJ? And how did he end up in bed? Jaime swung his legs over the edge just as CJ appeared in the doorway, holding a small bundle in his arms.
“Hey,” CJ said, his face lighting up. “You’re awake.”
“Yeah. What happened?”
“You fainted.”
“Oh,” Jaime said, his ears turning red.
“The doctors said that wasn’t that uncommon. I almost did too.”
Jaime didn’t answer immediately and scratched the back of his neck. “Was…everything ok? With Laura and the baby?”
CJ grinned. “Laura’s sleeping. She’s fine.” He walked over and sat next to Jaime. “Meet Silas James. 8 pounds, 1 ounce.” Jaime heard CJ’s voice crack. He passed the bundle to Jaime, trembling slightly with nervousness. “Here. Happy Father’s Day, Jaime.”
“Oh my god,” Jaime breathed, taking their little one in their hands for the first time. “He’s so little. So tiny. So adorable. He’s totally passed out. Aw, lookit these little fingernails!” Jaime sniffled and looked up at CJ. “He’s ours?”
“Yes.”
“That’s just…that’s just…amazing.” They exchanged a kiss.
“Hey uh CJ, wasn’t Father’s Day like four days ago?”
CJ laughed. “Maybe. So Silas took his time getting here. All that’s matters is that he’s here. And we can still celebrate.”
“Yes,” Jaime agreed. “That’s all that matters. I just…I can’t believe it you know? Finally getting to hold him. Nearly three years of paperwork and home visits and interviews, and then Laura shows up like a guardian angel and makes the most selfless decision on the planet. I don’t know how I’ll ever be ever to thank her. If Silas was mine, I wouldn’t be able to hand him over.”
CJ put an arm around his partner. “That’s because you want a baby. Laura is 19, and would have to give up a full ride to college to raise him.”
“We got lucky.”
“We did.” Jaime sniffled again. “Shit, I’m crying.”
CJ chuckled and pulled Jaime close, kissing him on the temple. “We got eighteen years ahead of us. Think we can do it?”
Jaime nodded quickly. “I want more than that.”
“Well, if we play things right, he’ll stick around and take care of us when we’re old.”
Jaime raised an eyebrow. “You are too hot to get old.”
“Oh come on. I’m a Dad now. Dad’s aren’t hot. They’re cool. I’m a cool Dad.”
“Oh pfft. Good luck with that.”
“I can play video games. I got this.”
Jaime shook his head, smiling. “Sure you do. Hey if you’re ‘Dad’, am I also ‘Dad’?”
CJ thought. “Not sure. You want to be Dad 2?”
“Would Papa work?”
“Yeah,” CJ said, kissing Jaime on the temple again. “It would. Aww look, Silas yawned. Are you awake? Can you open your eyes and see Papa for the first time? Or you can sleep. You can sleep all you want. We’ll be right here.”

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“Have you seen my coffee? I set it down some-”
“I put it by your keys so you wouldn’t forget it.”
“Ugh, you know me so well,” he chuckles.
I smile. “I do. Don’t forgot we have dinner with my parents after work.”
“Uh huh,” he says, hurredly shuffling papers into his briefcase. “Didn’t forget. I won’t be late.”
“Good. I’ll meet you there with Olivia. I’m taking her to her check-up at 9, and then getting groceries.”
“Don’t forget barbeque sauce,” he says, latching the case.
I blink. “Oh that’s not on the list, thank you. Did you have enough to eat?”
“Yes. I gotta go love. Gonna be late.”
“Hey hey wait!”
“What?” he asks, a bit flustered.
I grab his tie and pull him in for a kiss. “Just that.” I begin to release him. “Oh, and one other thing.” I pull him close to me again and whisper in his ear. “I’m going to come by at lunch-time and let you fuck me in the bathroom.”
He’s speechless. I give him another kiss on the cheek and smile as I smooth his tie. “Have a nice day at work, honey.”
“I – I will,” he stammers. “Thank you.”

He gives me a hungry look, then reluctantly leaves for work. Two minutes later, I’m chasing him down the driveway with the portable coffee container in my hand, Olivia squealing happily at my side.

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Everyone wants to have someones arms wrapped around them when they fall asleep at night. 

You hear the cries first. It pierces your rest like a sharp piece of glass. With great difficulty, you pull yourself away from the warm embrace of sleep. The baby is still crying. Your lover stirs under you, but you speak up first. “No, I’ll go.”
“But itsh my turn,” he slurs, mostly sleep still.
“Go back to sleep,” I say firmly. He worked a long shift today.
He doesn’t need another second to reconsider this and immediately dozes back off. You sigh and extract yourself from your comfort spot – latched onto his back like a koala. You sigh again as you get out of bed and your skin prickles in the cool air. You find your way into a bathrobe and stumble down the hallway like a zombie.

The baby is red faced and flailing. You smile when he stops crying to look at you with big blue eyes. He’s really cute, even when he’s waking you up in the middle of the night. Those cheeks! Those dimples! The tiny fingers! You transport the infant to the changing table and with practiced motions, whisk away the soiled diaper, clean the infant, and fix a new diaper in place. During the day you use cloth, but at night, you use disposable ones. Thank god, you think, yet again congratulating yourself on that idea.

The baby is still fussy, so you amble to the kitchen with the kid latched on your shoulder. With your eyes mostly closed, you wash your hands. Then, you prepare a bottle, test it on your wrist, and let the child nurse pressed up against your bare chest. You nod off but snap to attention when you remember what you’re doing. A long yawn follows. The baby burps in a timely fashion and is put back to bed; despite your fatigue you tuck him in carefully and make sure he is comfortable. You linger over his crib until he falls asleep.

It’s only then are you free to return to the paradise that is your own warm bed, complete with the thermal body of your beloved Sam. You slip out of the bathrobe and dive in, hurrying to be attached to him again.

Sam stirs. “Hey, e’rythin ok?”
“Yeah, the Goober’s fine.”
He smiles and chuffs through his nose. “I love that you’re such a good father to our baby. Its sexy,” he says. Or you think he says, as it all comes out as one long, slurred word.
You pause a moment, wondering if you heard that correctly. He said “our”. He hasn’t said that before now. It was always “his” baby, or when Sam was speaking, “my” baby. Technically, it wasn’t even his.

For a while, you two and Sam had an open relationship after years of waffling between on and off monogamy. Sam made the mistake of having one drunken night with a ex, only to wake up sober and discover she’d gotten six times more crazier since he’d left.

Not long after, Sam found out she was pregnant. They were gonna make it work. She had gotten her fix of attention during the nine months of pregnancy, but was over the whole motherhood thing an hour after a rather uncomfortable delivery. When she found out Sam was bisexual, and his lover had been a man, she said the baby boy was “tainted” and planned to leave town. Since Sam had used a condom, he had gotten a paternity test. The baby wasn’t his. Sam went over to her house to confront her the night she was leaving and they had gotten in a huge fight. She was going to be leaving town with some deadbeat that had blond hair suspiciously like the baby boy. Sam took a hair he found on the sofa, the baby, and left. The DNA in the hair matched the infant’s profile.

Sam knew he was not legally obligated to care for the infant, but to do so was a great miscarriage of justice. Turning that sweet, perfect baby over to a drug-dipping deadbeat with Aryan facial tattoos and no GED was a textbook recipe for trauma. Sam kept the baby as his own, and it brought his relationship with you to a new place. A closer, more intimate place where you were now a family instead of just a couple.

Then Sam had proposed. You said yes. The wedding was in a few weeks, and you could barely wait.

You snuggle up to your beau, infatuated with him and lovesick. The magnitude of passion you feel toward him and that small helpless baby in the other room overwhelms you sometimes. You’re tired, and part of you just wants to cry with bliss. Sam presses back against you.

He keeps pressing. You’re surprised he’s still awake. Your groin begins to stir as his round little butt keeps brushing against your silk boxers, right over where your cock has nested for the night. You grunt.
“Sam…” you say.
“Mnnng…” he replies, still rubbing. You reach over and down and feel for his cock. It’s hard and jutting straight forward. Not hard to miss. Sam makes a content noise when you play with it.

You’re not quite sure if you are dreaming all of this, but you have to be, because there’s no way you can stay awake. Yet, you find yourself reaching backwards for the nightstand drawer. In the dark, you fumble, and find a condom and lube. You tear it open with your teeth and roll it on; you open the lube one handed and drip it everywhere. You slick up your own cock, then toss the closed lube bottle on the floor.

“Hold still,” you whisper. Sam stills. You put a leg over his hips and position the blunt tip of our cock against him. In one motion, you’re in him, and Sam moans. He hasn’t gotten laid properly in two weeks. You’re in him, and he’s magnificent. Sam undulates against you and you make love to him gently. You kiss his shoulder and reach again for his impressive cock. The pace accelerates from zero to sixty in three seconds. You work your hips quickly; you both tense, and then it’s over. Sam cums into your hand; you fill the condom. It takes a tremendous effort to move again. You wipe your hand on a tissue and rip off the condom. You just leave it open in the trashcan, there’s no energy left in you to tie it.

Sam is asleep again, smiling now. You can tell, his breathing has changed. A feeling of comfort settles over you, of paternal belonging and satisfaction in your roll as a man of the house. You’ve taken care of your offspring. You’ve pleased your man. All is good in your house and domain.

The night is now yours. You cling to Sam, and fall back asleep.

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“I’m hooome.” I close the door behind me and shuck off my shoes. Nothing. “Jude? Is anyone home?” I call out, setting down my briefcase and loosening my tie. The car is in the driveway.
Jude sticks his head down the stairwell and then jogs down to give me a welcome-home kiss. “Oh my god I am so glad to seee you, Jesus Christ. Things are insane around here! We went out for food at this bistro after the dentist appointment at 2, but Dominic got food poisoning and so he’s in bed resting and not doing his homework, but Anna has got the crazies and is making a mess up there with her toys. The dog hasn’t been walked, the cockatiel’s cage needs to be cleaned, someone’s been drawing on the bathroom walls again, and I *still* haven’t made dinner. Dominic says he’s not eating ever again, but Anna wants franks and beans but I forgot buy beans and-”

“Woah woah woah!” I laugh, “Slow down, sloow down. Come here. Deep breath.” I kiss him slowly and pull him into a hug. “Breathe.”
“But Anna-”
“Let her destroy the house. Messes can be picked up. Goo-gone and paint will fix the walls. Dominic is resting. We can order pizza. I’ll take care of the pets.”
“Nnng fine.” He nuzzles my neck and clings to me, rocking with me for several moments until the mania passes. “You smell nice. It makes me horny.”
“You bought me this cologne for Christmas.”
“Oh that’s why I bought it,” he chuckles.“
"Are you ok now?” I inquire.
He puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “Yeah, I’ll live. I’m fine. Pizza sounds great, actually.”
“…Jude?”
“Yeah?”
“Where are your clothes?”
“Oh remember how I said Dominic got food poisoning? Yeah he barfed all over me. I never got dressed.”
I shake my head. “Man, makes my day sound dreadfully boring by comparison. I thought I’d top your day with my epic tale of a jammed printer and our boss falling asleep during an important meeting.”

The corners of Jude’s mouth turn up. “Oh I definitely want to hear the epic tale of the printer, you know how I get about toner.”
I laugh and kiss him again, then add in a low voice. “Oh baby, the toner was everywhere.”
“Oh baby.” Jude wiggles his eyebrows at me, plucking at my jacket lapels, making me grin.

“DADDYYYYYYYYY!”
I look up in time to see a 7 year old ball of energy shimmying down the stairs at lighting speed. I barely have enough time to kneel down to catch her before I’m nearly knocked on my ass.
“Hey there sweetie! Daddy tells me you’ve been quite busy today.”
“I built a city! and Dominic puked! It was gross! I built a cities for ponies! Come see Papa come see!”

Jude gestures in Anna’s direction. “You see what I mean? It’s like she had three Redbulls and six cups of coffee.”
“She’s seven. That’s her default status.” I pick her up and set her on my hip. “Go shower and get dressed, love. Go order dinner. I’ll take the kids for a walk with the dog, and when I come back we’ll eat ok? I’ll clean the tiel cage later.”
Jude looks relieved to have someone else in control for once. “I will do exactly that.” He steals another kiss from me. “Thank you.”

“Of course, love.” I start up the stairs then glance over my shoulder as he trails behind me, “Oh and Jude, while you’re in the shower, get really really clean.” I wink.
He lights up and bites his lip. “Promise? It’s been a week.”
“Dadddyyyyyyyyyyy.”
“Alright, we’re going baby. And yes Jude, I promise. You’re gonna feel it for another week after.”

I’m more than pleased to see him blush.

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