Me:Yes!!! Oh, but I have to work during the day.
Henry:That’s okay, so do we. Daddy Jensen said be here at seven if you can.
Me:I get off at five so that works. Can’t wait!
I jumped on the bed and grabbed Sloffers and Kiki and squealed as I hugged them tight. “I just had the best date ever. At least, I think it was a date.” Maybe Henry’s daddies would know. “And we get to go to a sleepover on Saturday. Yay!” Of course, Sloffers and Kiki were going with me. It was hard enough to leave them at home when I had to work.
Me:Was it a real date with Daddy T or was he just being nice cause I was alone? He didn’t ask for my number.
Henry typed, then stopped, then typed again.
Henry:Daddy Jensen’s talking to Daddy Timothy now. I’ll let you know.
I took a shower and got ready for bed. Once my cartoons were on and the timer on the TV was set, my phone rang.Unknown numberwhich I considered not answering. Ialways felt bad having to tell the telemarketers no. They were just doing their jobs, but I wasn’t interested, though I always listened to their script before I told them that.
“This is Jamie.”
“Jamie, it’s Timothy, Daddy T. I hope it’s okay that I asked Henry’s daddies for your number. I forgot to get it from you.”
Would it be rude to squeal?Count to ten, and calm down, Jamie.
“Jamie, are you still there?”
Oopsy! “Yes, sorry Daddy T. It’s more than okay. Thank you again for dinner.”
“You are very welcome. I know it’s late and you need to get to bed. Maybe tomorrow night I could read you a bedtime story?”
Best. Daddy. Ever.
“Yes, please and thank you. I work late tomorrow though so I won’t be home until around nine.” I hope that wasn’t a deal breaker ‘cause I really, really, wanted a story. In his sexy voice. Right before bed. Oh, the naughty dreams I’ll have.
“That will work. Text me when you get home.”
“Okay, Daddy T.”
“Goodnight, sweet boy.”
“Goodnight, Daddy T.”
Chapter Two
Timothy
I stood in the middle of the empty playroom in my house and glanced around. The very room that many boys had played in, but I’d kept sealed like a tomb since Dougie left. He took a handful of toys with him though he didn’t need to. His new Daddy spoiled him rotten, not that I hadn’t as well. The remainder of the toys I donated to the local shelter. All that was left was the furniture and I’d evengiven away the bed. Every boy should have their own bed and new toys, not another little’s hand me downs.
Would Jamie want to be my new boy?
Hope.
Something I’d shed long ago. I’d spent the last year reflecting, trying to figure out where things went wrong. What made me decide to go to Cordes tonight after all this time? No clue, but fate surely had a hand in it after I’d stopped and started to go so many times before.
Could I have another boy, or would it end in heartbreak too?
I don’t think my heart will survive that again.
Over the months following Dougie’s departure, I’d buried myself in work and volunteering at the shelter. I’d donated more hours with the mobile spay and neuter clinic than I could count. Don’t get me wrong, I was more than happy to do it, though when I came home each time the house was dead silent. How I longed for it to be filled with laughter and happiness once again.
Soul crushing loneliness.
