“Did Daddy take a special blue pill today?”
“No, smartass, Daddy didn’t. I’m only thirty-five. What the hell?” His words held no malice as he shook his head and laughed at me. “Well, that conversation worked, now I can set you down.” My legs wiggled and I nearly fell, but my knight in shining…sweat…saved me.
What a fantastic way to end the first day of our vacation. One down, six more to go and I couldn’t wait. If the rest of the days were anywhere close to this exciting, this would be a trip for the record books.
And hopefully I wouldn’t end up in the ER ass up with a lot of explaining to do.
Yes, doctor. He’s the man who wrecked me.
Ha-ha-ha-ha.
Chapter Twelve
Timothy
“Good morning, my love.”
“Good morning, Daddy.”
Somehow, I’d managed to wake up before my boy, which was rare, especially given what today was. I’d already been to the hotel gym, opened the sliding door to the patio, and ordered breakfast, which had just been delivered.
“Rise and shine, time to eat and get this verybusy day started.”
“Ouch,” Jamie winced, and I immediately went to him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, Daddy. My bum just hurts a bit. Thank you very much, by the way.”
“Not sure that’s something to thank me for given that you’re in pain. I’m not usually that…primal. Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Of course, I am. Tell Primal Daddy he can come and visit me anytime.” The little shit winked as he rolled out of bed and strolled his naked ass across the room and into the bathroom.
“Primal Daddy, huh?”
He came out wearing one of the hotel robes and sat across from me. “Yes. That was some primal level sex last night and I was green all the way.” Silly boy snagged a piece of bacon and nibbled it. “How long before we have to leave?”
Once we got there, Little Jamie would go nuts. Hopefully, I was prepared for that. “In about an hour. Plenty of time to eat and get ready, which reminds me.” I went to my luggage and pulled out the prezzie I’d brought for him. “This might come in handy today.”
Shredded paper flew everywhere and in typical Jamie fashion, he squealed once the gift was revealed. “A Sloffers backpack. Thank you, Daddy!” He leaned across the tableand puckered his lips. How was a daddy to refuse such a sweet gesture.
“You’re welcome. Figured you might want to put any new prezzies you get today in it to keep your hands free.” Was my credit card prepared for this trip? Likely not.
“Good thinking. It’s so cute.” He hugged it tightly.
When I had spotted that backpack online, there was no way I could pass it up. It was perfect for my boy. “Eat up, our day is filled with a lot of walking, so wear comfortable shoes that aren’t flip flops.” He had a penchant for the rubbery noise makers.
“I brought my sneakers. Have you been to the zoo before?”
“Once, during vet school. We had a break and a group of us drove down. It was a blast, but I know today will be better because I get to experience it with you.” For all the things I had done and seen in my life, none of that compared to doing those very same things with Jamie. He found good in everything and brought so much joy to my life.
“You say the sweetest things, Daddy.” He kissed my cheek then finished getting ready.
“Sunscreen, hats, sunglasses. All present and accounted for, so let’s roll.” I double checked once we were both ready, to ensure we had what we would need. The rest wecould get at the park, such as water and snacks. No use bringing food or drinks only to have security potentially throw them out at the gate.
The hotel was close to both the zoo and SeaWorld, and it only took about thirty minutes, which by California standards was fast, to get to the San Diego Zoo. I presented the online tickets to the guest services person, and they gave us each a park map and our tickets. Jamie tucked his map inside his backpack for safe keeping and muttered something about making a scrapbook of our vacation when we got home.
“All right, sweet boy,” I opened the map all the way and cringed. “That is a whole lot of steps.” I pointed out a few things on the map. “The sloths are there and we’re here. Where do we want to begin?”
