KnotMyProblem: Oh god, Harley, not you, too.
LoveHarley: Uh, what?
KnotMyProblem: You met a guy?
LoveHarley: Well, yeah. I think I just got finished explaining that :P
KnotMyProblem: No, I mean, you MET a guy? Every time one of you Single Dads meets a guy, it’s wedding bells. So, have you already knocked him up, or is the knockening going to come later?
It wasn’t like Harlow to blush, but that didn’t stop his face from going red. Blood pulsed beneath the surface of his skin, too hot to tolerate. He sat up and scooted over on the couch so he could sit in front of the table fan that Simon had set up in an attempt to better the air circulation in the living room.
Yeah, Simon was cute, but wedding bells? Knocking him up?
Knot had it all wrong.
KnotMyProblem: It’s kind of a toss-up at this point whether marriage or baby carriage comes first with our group. For you, I’m going to guess baby carriage. You’ve probably already plowed him, right?
Simon, his tuxedo jacket spilled across the bed, the buttons of his shirt mostly undone, his tie loose, and his pants open… how he’d smile at Harlow from the sheets, sheepish and timid, yet oh-so-alluring. Eyes like paradise, a body like—
LoveHarley: haha no :P
KnotMyProblem: I swear to god, Harley, if you’re lying to me and you’re secretly getting engaged or eloping or making a baby right goddamn now, I’m going to explode.
KnotMyProblem: I can’t be the last Single Dad. It’s like that movie about the unicorn. Stop turning into sea foam, guys. I will piss in whatever ocean you’re in with my giant horse dick.
TeenDad2: Wow.
Gwynning: On the plus side, at least you get a giant horse dick
KnotMyProblem: Not helping, Gwynn
xVerity: I think Knot has valid concerns, especially since so many of us have found love. What would you guys think about opening up the group again? Finding more Single Dads?
TeenDad2: But we have such a good thing going with just us, xV
Gwynning: I think that having an open call like it was when the group first started isn’t a good idea. At the beginning, all of us were new to each other, and everyone was on a similar playing field. A group of newbies coming in now won’t have the connection with us like we have with each other, and it’s going to create a power dynamic—an in-group and an out-group. I really don’t think that’s a good idea.
xVerity: That’s an astute observation, Gwynn. Duly noted. What if we limited it to one or two new people and we held interviews?
KnotMyProblem: You mean interrogations?
KnotMyProblem: Because I could get into that.
TeenDad2: omg
A Single Dad interrogation. Harlow grinned and dropped back down onto the couch. As he did, the display on his phone flipped, swapping its orientation. With a grunt of displeasure, Harlow waved his phone in the air until it flipped back around. By that time, the conversation had already moved on.
Gwynning: Interviews are a good idea, but we can’t say they’re interviews. We don’t want our potential new Dads to feel like this is a job.
TeenDad2: So… if we just bring one in at a time, that’ll be fine, right? If they don’t like us, then they’ll probably leave, or xV can kick them out.
xVerity: It wouldn’t be a good idea to post an ad online, then. It’d have to be someone we know.
TeenDad2: Like Mal!
xVerity: Preferably someone none of us are going to marry.
A light turned off down the hall, plunging the apartment in darkness. Footsteps approached. Harlow set down his phone and listened, following as they drew closer. The timid gait and the light weight behind it were identifying.
