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[12] Ashton

Five weeks, four days, twelve hours, twenty minutes, and thirty, thiry one, thirty two seconds. That's how long Michael and I have been together. Every point of it has been amazing. Cloud nine right here!

Now, Oliver is home on vacation. I guess I should do a bit of explaining. During the five weeks that we've been together, I have been at Michael's all the time. I haven't stepped foot in my apartment, there's no need I have clothes here, I'm more comfortable here, my life, as cheesy as it is going to sound, is here with Michael and Oliver.

"Ashton, have you seen my wallet?" Michael called out to me. I was in the kitchen making Oliver something to eat.

"Did you check in the room? On the nightstand?" I yelled back. I had to watch the grilled cheese I was making.

Shuffling was heard as he walked into the living room to put his shoes on. He had to work today. "Did you find it?" He nodded.

"Yep, right where you said it would be." He walked into stand next to me and as I put the grilled cheese on a plate and cutting it in half and giving it to Oliver. "I have twenty minutes before I have to leave." He kissed my check. I smiled and turned my head so I could give him a kiss.

"Why do you get ready so early?" Iask him he always does. He get a shower half an hour early, he gets dress twenty minutes early, and then he has to sit around with nothing to do. Well, if you don't count me.

"Because, I'm used to getting ready early. I was normally here by myself with Ollie, I feel like I'm rushing if I don't get ready when I do. Plus, I had to drop Ollie off at the babysitter's and that took forever to finally get him to detach himself from my leg." He explained.

I nodded and played with Oliver's hair. He never really seemed to care, so I normally messed with it and sometimes put it in a pony tail. The back was longer than the front, but not to were he looked like a girl, and it wasn't in his eyes.

"Daddy?" Oliver chimed. Michael looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Yes, my child?" He replied, smile ear to ear.

"I love you!" He giggled with a mouth full. He sat on his knees reaching across the table to kiss his dad on the cheek. Michael looked about ready to cry, with a loving look, he smiled, stood up, and gave his son a hug.

"I love you too, little bug." I smiled at the pair. My heart was about ready to burst from all the fluff they were showing.

"Okay, I can't take it. You two are too cute, and fluffy, and my heart can't take it." I giggled out. I told the truth as Michael looked at me and I was surprised by what happened next. Michael pounced. He kissed me and I was floating.

"Daddy's kissing daddy." Oliver giggled out. I pulled back and looked at the little boy. Michael did the same thing.

"What did you just say bud?" Michael said before I could open my mouth. I was still shocked, I wasn't even sure I heard him right. I hope I did. Is it to soon to hope your boyfriends kid calls you dad?

"Daddy kissed Daddy!" Oliver shrugs happily eating his sandwich. I looked at Michael to see his reaction. He was smiling but you could see he was worried.

"Bud, why did you call Ash Daddy?"

"'Cause he is."

"But, he's not Oliver."

"He is! You're Daddy, he's daddy. You both daddy!" He pointed ay each of us as he went along.

"Mikey, I don't have a problem with him calling me that. I really don't, but if you do I completely understand."

"Ashton, my four year old son is calling you daddy, how do you not have a problem with it?" he argues.

"I don't know why I don't have a problem. I've just always been a father figure to Harry I'm used to it.It doesn't mater to me if he calls me that or not."

"Ashton, that's not what I'm getting at. I know you don't mind, but I do. He's my son. I'm his father. I'm sorry but I'm not okay with this. We just got together it's to early for him start that. I like you, I really do, but it's to soon. I'm sorry. Oliver, you can not call Ashton 'daddy' okay? Call him Ash nothing else. Understand?"

Oliver looked at him, he shook his head. "But-"

"No buts. He is not you dad do not call him that!" He's taking this to seriously.

"Mikey, stop. It's really not that big of deal. Calm down."

"No! I can't deal with this right now. I have to get to work. I'll see while I get home." He left with out a giving me or Oliver a kiss. He is really mad and it's eating me up inside. I told Oliver to stay right there where he sat and ran after Michael.

"Wait! Michael, Wait!" I yelled a bit out of breath for I am out of shape.

He stopped and turned around, the tears are now visible and running down his cheeks. "What?!"

"Don't leave like that. I'm sorry for whatever I did. I didn't know he was going to say that, I didn't even know he thought that way! Michael, don't leave angry, I saw it with my dad and I don't want to see that with you and Oliver."

"It's not that I'm not happy he's calling you that. It's a the fact that this is getting way to serious way to quickly. It's also the fact that always been me. Only me. An I'm not sure I'm ready for him to start calling you that. I'm not sure I want to share him. As selfish as that is but he's mine and I'm not ready for that. I'm rambling, does this make any sense?"

"Yeah, it is oddly enough. I understand. But you have a four year old in there wondering what he did wrong. Wondering why his daddy yelled at him."

And with that said Michael was running back to his apartment and in to hug his child. His tears were dried only tear stains prominent. Michael was telling him how he was sorry that he didn't mean to yell at him that he would when he got home just mainly that he was sorry.

This time when he left, he gave Oliver a kiss goodbye and he gave me kiss.

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So, I'm alive!! Yes! I'm incredibly sorry that it took me so long to update, but I have keystones all week and they are still going on. (Keystones are a Pennsylvania state test that is required to graduate) I won't bore you with the details. But I updated and I would love love love to hear your thoughts in what you think on what happened. So please comment!

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