Midway through the first episode my phone vibrated with a text alert.
Jensen:I’m told there’s a sad Daddy that needs a hug. Will dinner and drinks at our house work instead? Not that I won’t hug you if you need it.
Did that silly boy rat me out to my friends?
Me: Thanks, but you don’t need to do that. I’m fine. Just keep an eye on Jamie for me please.
Should I have said that? Jamie’s not mine so maybe that was overstepping.
Me: Not that he’s mine, I didn’t mean it that way.
Jensen: Shut up and get your ass over here. If you’re not here in twenty, I’ll hunt you down.
Me: Aye, aye, captain!
You’ve got this, Tim. Just be yourself. I changed, grabbed a bottle of Pinot from the fridge, and headed out. Twenty-three minutes later, I rang their doorbell.
“You’re late. But you brought wine, so you’re forgiven.” Jensen smirked. “Come on in.”
“Timothy, good to see you again,” Mitchell shook my hand.
“Thanks for having me. Here, this is for you or dinner. Not sure what the plans were.” Probably should’ve asked first.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Henry came sliding around the corner and into the entry way. “Oh,” he skidded to a stop. “Hello Daddy Timothy.”
“Henry!” Jamie called out but when he tried to stop, his socks kept going. I scooped him up before he landed face first on the tile.
“Daddy T, you saved me!” He squealed in my arms and wrapped his tightly around my neck.
“Yes, sweet boy, but if you hadn’t been running inside the house you wouldn’t need saving.” I gave him a squeeze and sat him down.
“Same goes for you, Henry.” Mitchell warned his boy.
“Sorry Daddies.” The boys apologized in unison.
“Now Henry, what is it that had you running at full speed?” Jensen asked him.
“Oh, can we have a juice box please?” Jamie stood beside Henry, bobbing his head up and down.
“Yes boys, take a seat on the barstools.” Jensen grabbed their juice while the boys took a seat. Jamie followed behind Henry, and he was so damn cute in his little giraffe outfit. Shorts and a matching top, but the bottom of the giraffe was on the shorts, and his neck curved around the side of his shirt with the head sitting to the right side at the top. It was adorable.
While Jensen got the boys situated, Mitchell poured the three of us a glass of wine. “Thank you.”
Jensen tapped his glass to mine. “To secret crushes and happy daddies.”
Lord how I hoped so. “Cheers.”
“Daddy T, you’re not sad anymore.” Jamie munched on his carrots and celery, singing his dippy song as he dunked them in the ranch and his tiny tush swiveled the barstool back and forth.
“No sweet boy, I’m not, but I will be if you get hurt.” I put my hand on the back of the chair to steady it as well as my nerves. “Are you having fun?”
“I am. Henry has the bestest playroom ever!”
“My daddies made it for me.” Henry grinned.
Now to see this room, I might have to up the ante and refill that online shopping cart I’d foolishly emptied. “If you could have your dream playroom, Jamie, what would it be filled with?” I’m pretty sure I knew the answer and when he shouted it out, he confirmed my thoughts.
“Animals. A Farm. Lots of sloths and koalas. Trees for them to climb on.” He ticked each off using his fingers. My mind whirled like mad with all the ideas of how to put it together for him.
