“I have some coloring books but there are usually a lot of people around, so I don’t bring them out much. I live with my best friend, David and his boyfriend Jordan. Jordan is a boy but not a Little. They’re the ones who told me to go to the club. I’m glad I did because I made new friends.”
“Friends forever!” Henry cheered and Chase finally smiled.
“Yes, friends forever,” Chase agreed. “I like you guys, you play with me, and you’re not mean to me.”
“Friends aren’t ‘sposed to be mean. You can come over and play with me anytime you want.” And I meant it. Chase needed his friends to help him play better.
“Same. My Daddies let me and Jamie have sleepovers in my playroom.”
“So, what are you going to name your new bear?” I asked Chase.
“My new bear? He’s yours, you should name him.”
“Nope, it’s my birthday so I get to choose what to do and that prezzie is for you.” It was so easy to be nice to Chase, and he clearly needed that stuffie more than I did.
“Thank you,” he whispered as he stared at the bear. “It’s my first stuffie.”
“Cheers to Chase’s first stuffie!” Henry held his cup up and we tapped all three of them together.
“I’m going to name him Beary, as in I love him Beary much.” Chase cuddled Beary tight as we finished our tea.
“Let’s play cars.” Henry had so many cars and racetracks at his house it was crazy, but mine were new. He grabbed the bucket and poured them out. “Look how shiny this one is.”
We each grabbed a handful and raced them around, then Chase took the blocks and built walls for us to crash through. Crashing was Henry’s favorite thing. He’d giggle, drive through the blocks, then clap his hands and shout, “Again!”
“All right, boys,” Daddy came in, “Wow, I guess you tested all the toys today.”
“We did. It’s a ‘splosion!” I hopped up and ran over to him.
“That it is indeed,” Daddy squeezed me tight.
“And I gave Chase a prezzie too.”
“You, my love, are the sweetest boy ever. How about you boys get the room cleaned up and then meet the daddies in the kitchen. Tonight is make your own pizza night. I’ll go start the pizza oven outside.”
“Yay, pizza!” We cheered as one and cleaned up, but when we got to the kitchen, no daddies were there.
“Yummy pepperonis.” I snagged one off the plate.
“Where’s your roller thingy, I want my crust thinner.” Henry opened and closed the drawers until he found it. “Aha.”
But the roller thingy wasn’t working right. “It’s sticking.” I tried to peel it up, but it got chunky. “I know, we need more flour.” I grabbed the bag and struggled to open it, then it tore, and suddenly...Poof!“Ut oh.”
Chapter Ten
Timothy
Flour-geddon Pizza Party Mayhem
“What the actual fuck?” Casey and I entered the house to what could only be described as a post-apocalyptic flour filledworld.
Not. Good.
“Ooohhh, Daddy Casey, Daddy Timothy said a bad word.” Henry tattled.
“Yes, he did, and I don’t blame him.” Casey shook his head. “This will not be an easy clean up.”
“We were only outside for ten minutes. How did this happen?” My boy’s blue eyes, the only part of him not currently covered in flour, stared up at me. “Try not to cry because it will make the flour stick to you even more.”
