A Little Lost

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We finish our shower and begin getting dressed. I pick my outfit first which is just a simple t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and quickly put them on. We go into Jonah's room and I try to sit him on the bed but he begins to cry so I hold him. I go through all of his clothes and he rejects all of them.

"Jonah you have to wear something its a little cold in the house." I softly say. Jonah doesn't respond but instead whines and pulls at the bottom of my shirt. I realize what he wants. So I grab a diaper and we go back to my room and I go through my closet to find a comfy shirt or hoodie of mine Jonah could wear.

"Alright which one do you want?" I ask showing him a section in my closet full of hoodies and t-shirts. He whimpers and continues to pull on my shirt.

"No you can't have the shirt I'm wearing but you can pick out something else." I try to bargain with him. He falls down to the floor and begins crying and having a tantrum. I understand he's sick but right now he's just being a brat. I pick him out a hoodie and sit on the bed. While waiting for him to calm down enough for me to talk to him I go to his room to get him a paci. After 10 minutes he continues to lay on the floor letting out quiet sniffles and I get down to his level to talk to him.

"Jonah look at me." I wait until he raises his head before I continue. "I understand that you don't feel good and want my shirt but we don't act this way when we want something. We ask nicely. Do you understand?" I firmly state while looking in his eyes. His lips begins to quiver and tears fill his eyes. He jumps up and into my arms.

"I sowwy I no mean be bad! I a bad boy daddy I sowwy! " He wails into my shoulder. I pick him up and take him to the bed and sit him in my lap.

"I know baby, you're not a bad boy. I love you." I whisper into his ear and rock him. Eventually he stops crying and is just sitting in my lap. "I wove you too daddy."

"Let's get you dressed." I put his diaper and my hoodie on him and take him downstairs where breakfast is waiting for us. Today is Saturday and typically Adrian and I never work. Of course things happen but we try to keep Saturday as work free as possible. Our lovely cooks make breakfast for the whole house including the staff. They make a breakfast bar which a large variety where you can pick whatever you want.

Once we make it down the stairs I see Adrian stuffing his face. I lightly chuckle at him because he's eating as if he had eaten in 10 years. Jonah is laying his head on my shoulder and is zoned out following our path with his eyes. I walking into the kitchen and look for liquid tylenol in the medicine cabinet.

"Jonah...Jonah" Adrians loudly whispers to Jonah but with no answer he speaks louder. "Jonah!" He calls out. This time Jonah is snapped out of his daze and hears him. He gets startled and scared of the sudden loud noise and jumps. His eyes fill with tears and he begins to quietly cry. I hear him and shoot Adrian an angry glare. I bounce and shush Jonah telling him that it's gonna be okay.

In a short amount of time he calms down and I hear Adrian begin to talk. "Jonah I'm so sorry I didn't mean to startle you. Are you okay?" Jonah turns his head and huffs. I smile at his action and turn to Adrian. "He's not feeling the best. I think he has a cold and you scaring him didn't help his current situation."

"I didn't mean to scare him especially make him cry." Adrian apologizes to me. "I know." I take the medicine and sit down with Jonah and pour him a spoonful of it to take.

"Here baby take this and you'll feel better."

Jonah lifts his head to look at the medicine and surprisingly he takes it. "Good boy. Are you hungry? There's a bunch of yummy food to eat." He nods and lifts his head and picks out the food he wants. He chooses toast, yogurt, and some fruit. I don't tell him to eat more since he's sick and that's probably only thing his body can handle.

I put his food on his plate and get his untensils and sit him next to Adrian. He doesn't interact with him but is instead is in his own world zoned out but still eating. I let him be while I fix my plate and I sit on the other side of Adrian and begin conversation. I can tell he still feels bad about earlier.

"Hey look I know you didn't mean what happened earlier. He'll be fine he's been crying all morning. You didn't 'ruin' his day. I promise." I attempt to comfort Adrian. "Yeah but I still feel bad." He says looking at Jonah who is staring into space. We all continue eating in silence. Until Jonah speaks up.

"Daddy I done go pway?" I look at his plate and see it empty. "Good job for eating. Yes you can go play." I tell him as I walk over to him and get him out of his highchair. Jonah runs into the living room and finds his toys. Soon I hear familiar cries and rush to the living room.

"What's wrong?" I quickly ask worried. "You no pway wif me." Jonah cries out. I sigh.

Today is going to be a long day.

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