“So, let me see if I got this right. Living with your Daddy depends on Jobe? That doesn’t seem fair to Daddy.” I hoped like hell I misread, misheard, mis-something his response.
Beck shook his head. “No, that’s not what I meant. Sorry, the words got all stuck in my fuzzy brain. Maybe I just need some sleep.”
“Sleeping on it sounds like a good idea.” In the meantime, I’d reach out to Stanley and get his thoughts on the situation.Making my boy do something he wasn’t certain of wasn’t the way to start our life together. This decision was a big one, for both of us, but it was one that Beck had to make for himself.
I’ll not worry, for now. I’ll save that for another day…if this drags on much longer.
I got my Bunny sorted and tucked into bed then took my turn showering and fired off a text to Stanley before I got in. He was likely in bed given the late hour and would reply come morning.
Me: Well, Beck finally quit after another incident.
I sat my phone down and turned the shower on, not expecting it to vibrate as quickly as it did.
Stanley: Dare I ask what happened?
Me: I hope I didn’t wake you, my apologies if I did.
Stanley: No, had a meeting with investors in another country I was up at ass-crack of dawn for.
Me: Those are a challenge, my friend. Another grabby patron and that was the final straw for Beck but let him tell Jobe that. I believe he’s going to talk to him about moving in with me. At least, that’s what it sounded like.
Stanley: I know Jobe is all for that but those two are close and rely on one another as their sounding boards. If I hear anything, I’ll let you know.
Me: Thanks, my friend. Now get back to sleep.
Stanley: Pot, meet kettle. Night, Crispin.
Well, that settled my nerves a bit. Good friends you trusted were hard to come by, but it appeared Beck and I had just that with Stanley and his boy Jobe.
Now, for this tired daddy to get some shut eye.
Chapter Three
Beck
“I don’t know what to do, Jobe. My heart says pack my bags and move in with Daddy today while my head is too scared to agree.” Terrified was more like it.
“I tell you what,” Jobe grabbed his notebook and a pencil. Daddy had dropped me off at Jobe and Daddy Stanley’s house on his way to work so I could spend the day there. “Let’s do a Pros and Cons list. Now, what are your pros?”
“Hmm,” the first one came right away. “I’d always get to sleep with my Daddy every night.”
“Good start. What else?”
“I wouldn’t have to eat alone. It makes me sad when Daddy isn’t there to have dinner with me.”
“Another good one, keep going.”
Jobe wrote them down as I fired them off, then came the hard part.
“You’ve got a lot of pros, Beck,” he turned the notepad around for me to see. “What cons do you have?”
That one was much harder. Daddy was so good to me, and I know he loved his Bunny. “Only one. I’m scared to give up everything only to lose Daddy one day and have to start all over again.” With a broken heart, but I left that part out.
Jobe looked at me like I’d sprouted another head. “You don’t get it, do you? Our daddies aren’t programmed that way. They love us and they love us hard. I get it though, it’s hard to not let your past dictate your present and neither of our pasts are bright and shiny.”
“As much as I think I want to be a fulltime little I know it won’t work for me. I want to earn my own money. I mean, what if I find something special to buy for Daddy? I can’t use his money for that. It wouldn’t be right.” Plus having money in the bank would ease some of the insecurity I have. Like a mental independence my psyche needed.
“True, but have you considered part-time work?”
