Go on then
Charlie sent photos of every step of the unpacking. He fawned over the thick towels, the silk sheets and pillowcases, and a few pyjama sets.
Charlie
It’s all so soft
Aunix
You deserve soft things, baby
Charlie
What’s this for?
There was a picture of the white vinegar and specialised laundry detergent he’d added to the box at the last minute.
Aunix
Use the vinegar instead of softener, and that detergent is good for the skin
Charlie
Wow ok I’ll do that
Aunix
There are some instructions in there with how much to put
Charlie
Thank you
Aunix
You like your present then
There was a strangely long pause, explained by the message that followed—a picture of his baby with his silk PJs on, long legs outstretched, strappy little top bunched up over his tits.
Charlie
I like them a lot
Thank you daddy
Auston had to take a fucking second as his body crackled like a forest fire, skin singed, breath caught up in his lungs.
It burned.
Aunix
Yeah? That what I am? Your daddy?
Want me to take care of you?
Charlie
Is that ok? Sorry