Unknown Feelings (Fred Coury x Eric Brittingham)

58. My Turn

Fred's POV:

June 16, 1990, Philadelphia

"I'm getting kind of hungry,"

I said as I turned to look at Eric, who closed the door behind him.

We just came back home. We hung out with the guys for a bit before coming back.

"Me too."

"Baba. Tired."

Christopher said as I held him in my arms.

"Aw, come on, buddy. Let's get you to bed, huh?"

He simply nodded.

"I'll be back."

"Ok. How does P-I-Z-Z-A sound?"

Eric asked, spelling the word, pizza.

"Great!"

Christopher loves pizza. So ever since we found that out. Eric and I have found ourselves having small dates at midnight and eating pizza. Which I absolutely love. It's our time and I love it.

I walked off and made my way over to Christopher's room.

"Baba?"

"Yeah, buddy?"

"Baby?"

"Yeah. There's a baby inside my tummy."

"Woah."

"Yeah, I know. Woah."

I chuckled.

He yawned a little.

I set him on the bed, where he sat up.

"Alright, bud. Arms up."

He smiled and lifted his arms.

I pulled his shirt off and threw it in the laundry basket we had in the room.

I went and grabbed another shirt so he would be more comfortable.

"Here we go."

I said as I got closer.

"Head goes through here. One more goes through this hole, and the other goes through the other hole."

"Yay!"

Christopher said excitedly.

I smiled.

"You want to take off those shorts?"

He nodded.

"Ok."

I helped him stand up on the bed as I undid the button, then the zipper.

I pulled.

I checked his diaper just in case.

Eric and I are still working on getting him potty trained.

"Alright, bud. Get some sleep, ok?"

I set him down on the bed.

He nodded.

I pulled the covers over him and kissed his cheek softly.

"Love you."

He smiled at me.

I made sure his little night light was on and turned the light off.

Even though it was like 2 p.m., he still feared the dark. Which I don't judge. I still get a little uneasy about the dark.

I closed the door and walked back to the living room.

"He's asleep?"

"Yep. Just put him down."