“But what about a job if it doesn’t?” Daddy would never boot me out, but would he be upset if I didn’t contribute to the family business?
“Sweetheart, you always have a job, and in case you forgot, you are part owner too. What you do is a specialty line of work and not every job we quote will include that. Daddy wants you to focus on being Tae. Please don’t stress yourself out. You help Daddy in more ways than just work.”
“How?”
“By just being Daddy’s Boy. You and you alone fill my heart and our home with love. Daddy loves to watch you play and create. I can’t wait to see all the silliness you and your kitties get up to.”
“He-he, I was reading an article on all the mischievous things kitties do. If we have anything breakable, we better put it way up high.” Some kitties were super naughty and climbed up shelves then batted vases and stuff off them.
“Good idea. Why don’t you work on kitty proofing the house since you know all about them.”
I was Daddy’s smart boy.
“I can do that. I’m gonna order some scratch climby things and food dishes and toys for them this week.”
“Just put that in Daddy’s cart and I’ll check out.”
“Nope. I want to do this, Daddy. But thank you anyway.”
“Such a big boy, taking care of your kitties.”
“They’re my babies.” I wish their momma had survived, but I promised her I’d take good care of them, just like Oscar did for me and Samian. Her tiny body was tired, and it was time for her to sleep.
Daddy started laundry as soon as we got home while I put my toys away. Poor Daddy was so sleepy, working as hard every day as he was. But I was a good boy, and I’d take care of Daddy and make him feel better.
“Taco Sunday!” Daddy called out and I did a happy dance.
“I love tacos almost as much as I love pizza!”
“Silly boy, Daddy knows that. Why don’t you get our plates out.” Daddy chopped away, making the chunky pico salsa I loved. “Nummy tacos and pico!”
“You make Daddy’s life so much better just by being you.” How could I not hug him after that? “Oof. You’ll squish the stuffing out of Daddy.”
“Sorry, not sorry. I love you, Daddy,” I made a kissy face at him and Daddy gave me a smacky kiss.
“Love you too, sweetheart. Let’s eat.”
Poor Daddy yawned all through dinner. “Time to shower, sleepy Daddy.” I hurried up and cleaned the kitchen before he finished eating, then took his hand and led him into our bathroom. “Stay here while I start the water.”
“Aye, aye, captain,” Daddy winked. He was letting his bossy boy take charge and it was kinda fun.
While the water warmed, I undressed Daddy and me, then we got into the shower. “Does that feel good, Daddy?”
He moaned. “Yes, my love. It feels wonderful.”
I went to shampoo his hair then realized Daddy was too tall. “Bend down a bit, please Daddy. It’s time to wash your hair.” I scrubbed away, then soaped up the sponge, and washed him really good. “All done, Daddy. Let me wash myself, then we’ll tuck you into bed.”
“It’s Daddy’s job to wash you.”
“But Daddy’s sleepy.”
“Never too sleepy to take care of his boy.” Daddy washed me up then we dried each other off. Too many arms and towels were flying around, so we ended up drying ourselves.
“Time for bed, Daddy.” He was too tired to argue. I tucked him in, nice and tight, then cleaned up the bathroom, and shut off the lights.
Daddy’s arms automatically went around me when I slid into bed beside him. As soon as I got comfy, it was time to take care of Daddy. His poor chest was swollen. We didn’t have much time this weekend to nurse, only when we went to sleep at night. No nappies, Daddy was busy-busy with no time to pump.
As soon as my lips wrapped around his nipple, he moaned and squeezed me tight. Sometimes, it was hard to stay awake while I nursed, but I made myself tonight so I could take care of both sides for Daddy. Shoot, that’s a lot of milky. I should’ve put on a pull-up first.
