“Okay, why don’t you move them to the nurse’s lounge on the same floor and call environmental services?”
I can’t hide my annoyance despite literally orgasming thirty seconds ago. Work interrupted my post-nut relaxation!
As my hospital employee talks about other drama, there’s a knock on the door. “Uncle Reed?”
I bristle and try to school my annoyance at the world at large. Aisen knows not to disturb me in my bathroom unless it’s an emergency. But my tentacles still feel like jelly, and I kind of want to go back to sleep. “Yeah?” I yell to the door a few yardsaway. I don’t even bother pushing down my phone for this other conversation.
“We’re out of Blob Tarts, and I wanted breakfast. Can we go to Wraithmart and buy some more?”
I groan while the employee on the phone panics about environmental services not being available on a Sunday.This is why I don’t take days off. “Hang tight, Aisen!” I holler.
Gradually, I get out of the tub and shift into my naked human form. Putting the phone to my ear again, I say, “Well, call a vendor who can do plumbing as soon as possible and tap into the emergency fund. We have a credit card in my office for that reason. And the nurses are just going to have to deal with sharing space with the doctors for a day!”
With the phone to my ear, I dry off and put on a towel. I’m not even hiding how irked I am by my employee. This is not at all how I wanted to start my day.
Two hours later, I’m driving back from Wraithmart and an early lunch with Aisen. I used our little shopping trip to not only stock up on groceries but also buy some new clothes for mynephew. He outgrows his pants and shoes like crazy, but being a good parent means keeping up with these adolescent changes.
We also stopped to get burgers and fries for lunch. Is it healthy? No. I’m trying to be a good parent, not a perfect parent.
“You can go back to sleep when we get home,” Aisen says softly.
“Huh?” I ask as we exit the highway.
“I’ll just, like, do homework.”
I quirk a confused eyebrow at him. “I don’t need to sleep.”
“Oh, well, you seemed really pissed when I knocked on your door.”
My jaw clenches. “Don’t say pissed. Say peeved. And I wasn’t. It’s just…work called me.”
“And you answered while taking a bath?”
Not that I would admit my self-love session, but I have no idea if the kid has discovered masturbation yet. “Um, yes.”
“Sometimes I text message while I’m on the toilet.”
I frown. “Please wash your hands. And clean your phone.”
“Why didn’t you ignore them?” Aisen asks.
I sigh. “Sometimes, being a grown-up means doing work stuff even when you’re supposed to be off.”
Aisen nods as we pull into the driveway. “That’s what Mom and Dad used to say all the time.” He gets out of the car the moment it’s stopped, and my mouth goes dry.
Aisen grabs several grocery bags and heads inside. Meanwhile, I frown and watch my nephew stride away. My heart aches just as it does every time he dolefully mentions his parents. They haven’t visited in months, claiming to be on tour in Australia. I love Aisen, but I can tell he misses his real parents. Despite them not liking sea monsters, a part of me misses my folks, too.
Aisen needs something good in his life, and I’m praying that the MM Institute can be that for him. I’m looking forward togoing there next weekend, and not just because of the super-hot White dude he’ll be working with. The same man who wants to be my friend.
When my phone vibrates, I frown, knowing it’s probably some other work drama. I don’t even have time to jerk off properly. I can’t be a boyfriend right now, so friends with Skyler Dillinger is at most all I could ever be.
CHAPTER 6- SKYLER
“HEY, AISEN. HEY, Reed.” I give my best professional smile when I meet the nephew-uncle-duo at the lobby door. It’s the first Saturday we’re going to get Aisen’s tentacles dirty, so to speak. The kid has mild trepidation on his face, but seems willing. Reed looks content and supportive as we walk forward.
And it’s the first time seeing him in casual wear, a flannel and sinfully tight jeans. In a suit or weekend clothes, Reed is my every wet dream.
Cool it, Skyler, you don’t even know if he’s queer yet.
