“Are you excited to be going back to school?"
"A bit nervous," he says. "But I am excited. I love the coffee shop and I’ll work there as long as I can, but I want to be able to do something a little more creative as well."
"What's your dream career?" I ask. I slyly check my phone and see I have about twenty-five minutes before I have to leave. He doesn't answer and when I look at him, I can see he's staring at his empty plate way too intensely. "Ty?"
"I don't want to say," he mumbles. "You'll think it's weird. My parents did when I first told them."
"Baby, I promise you that I am not one to judge." I feel like he should know that already, but from his comment about his parents just now, I can see he has reservations in telling people what he wants to do.
He looks at me and I keep my face neutral. He could say he wants to take classes to learn how to ride a unicycle and I'd support it. I would definitely make him buy the necessary safety gear, but I would support it.
"I want to be one of the people that work on marketing things, like commercials or writing scripts for them or movies."
"Commercials, really?" I try to hide the surprise in my voice, but I know a bit slipped out. In this day and age, commercials aren't really a thing much anymore. You can purchase a subscription to most things to not have them. Even with music, the radio isn't near as common as it used to be.
"I was part of this group in my Freshman year where we had to write a script and film a commercial for some local thing," Ty starts. "I really enjoyed writing it and helping film it. I was proud of the end result."
"Do you still have the commercial? I want to see it."
"I have it on a USB drive somewhere," Tyler says. "I'll try to find it for you. Do you have to leave now?"
"I have to get a shower and then I'll head to work," I say. I stand up and put our dishes in the sink before reaching acrossthe counter and grabbing his medicine. I toss the two orange bottles to him. "Don't forget to take these."
"Got it, Daddy." His eyes twinkle and he gives me a genuine, if slightly smirky, smile.
"I'll be checking in with you throughout the day as well." I walk by and kiss the top of his head. "I'm going to go shower, but feel free to hang out here for a bit if you want. I'm sure Fluff wouldn't mind some snuggles."
"Thank you." He tilts his head back to look up at me and I can't resist. I give him one more kiss before walking to the bathroom.
As I strip down and turn on the water, my thoughts travel to yesterday. Everything we did, from the moment we woke up to falling asleep, was fun and perfect. I know I took a big chance on bringing up the bondage thing, but the way he let me hold him and tease him and then agreeing to see an apartment with me? I'm really entwining my life with his, but I can't help it. I want all of our mornings to be like this, to wake up together and have breakfast, to talk about our plans. I know he's only twenty and I have to remind myself that we have plenty of time and can take things slow. I’ll slow down after we move in together. Maybe.
When I get out of the shower, I can see Tyler curled up in bed, fast asleep again. Fluff is laying in my spot and watches me as I make my way to the closet to grab my scrubs for today.
"Ifitisn'tmyfavorite nurse." A very familiar, deep voice calls out and I look up on instinct with a smile already on my face. I'm only halfway through this shift, but it hasn't been terrible today.Knock on wood,I think to myself. I see my work besties, Derrek and Veronica, only a few feet from the nurses' station.
"How are you, Brandt? We missed you on Friday night." Friday night, when I was at the Munch with Tyler, learning all about the world of Daddies. I'd make that choice every single time.
"Yeah, sorry, I had other plans already," I say but don't elaborate, even though I know these two are jonesing for some gossip. Derrek rests his arms against the counter and looks at me. I give him a blank stare back until he rolls his eyes.
"Secrets are no fun," Veronica says with a sing-song voice.
"You're not getting information out of me," I say. I close down my computer station because I know this exchange is going to end with me going to grab a late lunch with them. It's one-thirty in the afternoon. I grab my phone and stand up before either of them can say anything else. "I might spill one or two details if someone buys me lunch, though."
"On our salary?" Veronica laughs. "You know we can barely afford our own lunches."
"Speak for yourself," I say. "It's not my fault I took advantage of that free education program to get my nursing degree."
"It is your fault that you're so young they gave you that option." Derrek is only thirty-four, but he's a bit bitter that it was only a couple of months after he graduated and got hired here that the hospital came out with that option. I was working as a scheduler for a year at that point and decided to go for it.
We head down the hallway and wait for the elevator to go to the cafeteria. The selection is decent, but it can get pricey. I'm not struggling for money and if Tyler and I end up getting an apartment together, I'll be able to put aside even more each month. Or spend it on Tyler for new toys and clothes. I love his pajamas that he wore this weekend and I want to see more of his Little clothes.
"Earth to Brandt." A hand waves in front of my vision, cutting off my train of thought from Tyler. I blink twice before I realize the elevator door is open and they're waiting. I mumble a quick apology and step into the box with them. "What were you thinking about?"
"Nothing," I say quickly. I don't want to tell anyone about Tyler right now. I'm dying to, really. I want to tell everyone about him, but I was his nurse just two weeks ago. We work in a large-ish hospital that has multiple departments within one building. Nine times out of ten shifts, I'm working the fourth floor at the Emergency Department, but two shifts every two weeks— usually my Thursdays— I'm at the clinic where Tyler comes in for his follow up appointments. I'm on a floating schedule, which comes with slightly more money, but means where I'm working that day can change with minimal notice.
"He's definitely wearing the nothing face," Derrek says, not even trying to whisper. I roll my eyes at him and thankfully the doors open.
"Do we think it's work related or boy?"
