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"B-U-R-D. Bird."
"No. That word isn't as its spelt."
"Ah. The U is the cup with no handle. That is line so I?"
"Spell it." He has to work for his praise.
"B-I-R-D. Bird."
"Well done sweetie."
Fuck. I just called him sweet!
He grins and moves his fingers to the letters under a picture of a horse and squirms.
"Gladys says dinner is nearly ready," Gregory peers in around the door. "How's he doing?"
"Like putty in my hands." I quip back sarcastically.
He stares at me, his eyes darkening with worry. I stare back, wishing I wasn't doing this with an unauthorised boner.
"H-or-ss." Nico distracts us. "Horse."
"Well done, good boy. Now go and get ready for dinner." Turn that sexy baby look into his regular rebel-tramp.
"But I is not done."
"It's dinner time," Gregory calls out.
"YesDaddy."Nico uses that word to remind Gregory that his big brother role doesn't give him parental control.
To me, it does bad bad things.
