One day they’d go together as a family.
He had to get better enough to be able to skate, though, before that happened.
“I guess we should get up and feed them, eh?”He was feeling far too lazy to actually want to, though.
“I should.You want sausage or bacon or ham today?”
“The answer to that is always bacon.”
“Bacon and eggs, it is.I’ll make oats to stave off the hunger pangs.”Ian rolled up out of bed, that sweet naked ass luscious.
He sat up and reached for it before it got out of range.He slid his palm over it, rumbled happily.
“Mmm…Oats for you too, love?Or just proteins.”Ian shot him a naughty grin.
“I can wait for the protein.”If he was in fighting form he’d totally have all the carbs as well, but that would just pack on pounds with as little as he was working out.
“You have it.There are tomatoes for a little color.”Ian slipped on a T-shirt and a pair of soft pants before opening the bedroom door.“Good morning, my hungry babies.”
“Daddy!”Peter held his hands up for a lift and a kiss.“I need to kiss Dad too.”
“Come on then.”JP stayed sitting on the edge of the bed and opened his arms, Peter running to him.
He grabbed his son up carefully, making sure his leg wasn’t bumped, then he sat Peter on his good thigh.
“We are going to have brekkie!”Peter hugged him tight.“Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving!I might have to eat a little boy all up to tide me over until the food is ready.”He bent his head and pretended to eat at Peter’s shoulder, careful to keep his teeth covered by his lips.
Peter squealed for him, arms wrapping around his neck.“So hungry!”
This little boy amazed him.Every day.
He hugged Peter tight.“Maybe I won’t eatallof you.I’m pretty fond.”
“I love you.”
Tori came running in with her helmet, a scarf, her nightgown, and a pair of Spiderman sweatpants.“I’m ready!”
JP burst out laughing, he couldn’t help it.That was such a mishmash of stuff and not all of it what she needed, either.
“I’m gonna skaaaaaate!I’m gonna show them I can hock the pucky!”
JP was going to die.He was nearly crying from laughing so much.
“We have to have breakfast first, eh?”
“Yes!Daddy says hockey puckers hafta eat good foods.Oats and bacons and eggies to make a goal!”
Hockey puckers… he was legitimately going to hurt something he was laughing so hard.
“I don’t want to go to hockey puckers.I stay home with you?Please?”Peter’s eyes went wide.
Oh those were devastating.“I was really looking forward to going with you, Peter.You don’t have to play hockey, but I love the ice, and I’d like to see it with you.”
“We don’t get to hockey pucky yet, brother.One more summers.”Tori rolled her eyes.“One more, then WHAM!Hit it wif da STICKING!”
Dead.He was just dead.
