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I smile as I take another sip of my Dew before Bryce slides my paci back into my mouth.
I’m a working guy now.
A real working guy.
FOURTEEN
BRYCE
We had a blast at the monster truck rally.
I wish I could take BJ straight to RenFest, but unfortunately that’s not until fall and it’s still summer.
If only we could speed up time like we did in the cuddle room.
Then, we’d be able to enjoy pints, jousting matches, and watch fabulous ladies and lords ride horses.
In my opinion (which is the right one), RenFest is the best festival ever.
It totally beats the State Fair every year because the Fair only has great food and not reenactments of battles.
RenFest isn’t even the slightest bit geeky and I’m annoyed at everyone who says that it is.
What’s geeky about loving previous periods of history?
Would liking dinosaurs and going to "DinoFest" be geeky?
No.
Of course not.
They only call you a geek when you’re dressed like a lord and calling everyone m’lady and m’lord.
People feel like they have the right to discriminate even though they don’t.
They’re close-minded judgmental assholes unlike those super accepting dudes who sat near us at the monster truck rally.
I was afraid that they’d heckle me and my boy all night, but they eventually came around and told us how cute we were.
I knew we were cute, but I didn’t want some homophobic prick saying something rude to BJ.
Everyone at the monster truck rally hugged after we left, and the two dudes who heckled us at the beginning started making out.
They’re best friends who’ve been in love with each other since they were fourteen and me and BJ’s love finally gave them the encouragement they needed to take the next step.
They’re going to be Daddy and boy.
Right now, BJ is about to introduce me to his parents.
I turn to my left… then forget how to breathe as I stare at my precious baby boy. He dons his favorite coveralls with a cartoon dump truck T-shirt that I purchased him at Little Land. His thick floppy hair is slicked back, and his eyes sparkle with innocence. If I didn’t know he was my partner, I’d think he was an altar boy—except for Bob under his left arm. BJ never leaves the house without Bob. It’s the sweetest thing about him.
I spoke to Greyson about Calloway’s love for his teddy, because I wanted to check whether BJ should be carrying Bob around twenty-four-seven or whether he ought to take a break every now and then.Greyson told me that Calloway carries Constable Charlie everywhere, and that the two almost spend more time together than Calloway and he. I couldn’t help but press my hand to my heart, because the thought of Calloway lugging Constable Charlie around wherever he went was adorable.
BJ fits right into this friend group. Waxley has Barnacle, his steamship companion. Calloway has Constable Charlie, who was Greyson’s old teddy bear he loved lots as a boy. And BJ has Bob, the teddy who’s the best builder in New York. I've met a lot of builders and I’ve seen Bob in action: he might be the best builder in the world.
I squeeze BJ’s hand. "You look beautiful, hug bug."
BJ’s cheeks flush pink. "Thank you, Daddy."
