The rapid dinging of our phones sent us both into fits of laughter. It had completely slipped our minds that we hadn’t seen or spoken to Zeke since before we met our Daddies.
Tristan
Your glasses aren’t broken!
Tristan
We got lucky.
We can tell you the full story when we meet up, but Tristan met his Daddy at the craft fair we were vendors at. Then I met my Daddy a couple of weeks later. He’s Tristan’s Daddy’s best friend.
Zeke
OH MY!
Zeke
That sounds like the perfect setup for a romance novel. I cannot wait to hear the rest.
Zeke
Got to go. Clientis here.
Zeke
See you soon!
Tristan
Good luck!
Can’t wait!
It had only been a few hours since I’d used the bathroom this morning when Daddy and I were getting ready to go. I looked over at my water bottle with disdain. I’d gotten so used to going with Daddy that going by myself was weird.
Most days, I was so busy I didn’t have much time to think about it; I just went to the bathroom and got on with my day. Since we viewed the house, we’d both been extremely busy. I was trying to get as many dresses done as I could before we moved, and Daddy was working hard to finish the pet room mural before the grand opening.
We hadn’t had much time to spend as Daddy and little outside of our usual nighttime and story routine. I wanted to ask Daddy for some more playtime, but I wasn’t sure how. David was already doing so much, and it would only be a few weeks before we moved. I could wait. Then we wouldn’t be nearly as busy.
The pressure in my bladder was becoming unbearable, and I found myself reaching for my phone. Daddy was busy painting, and I shouldn’t bother him, but I couldn’t help myself. I missed him so much, and I didn’t want to go potty without him.
Daddy?
Are you busy?
Unfortunately, Daddy was not as quick to answer his phone this time. Needing a distraction, I went back to the dress I was making.
Just as the pressure became nearly unbearable, my phone went off. I sighed in relief when I saw it was Daddy.
“Are you okay, Ellie?”
I tensed slightly at the sound of Tristan’s voice. The pressure on my bladder had totally made me forget he was here, crocheting.
“I’m fine, buddy. Just need to use the bathroom.”
“Okay!”
Grabbing my phone, I ran out into the hallway and checked my messages from Daddy.
