My Perfect Shot [BL] ON HOLD

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Diego's POV

"Bro if you don't put on your pants. I don't got time for this," I said to Milan. It's like 8 in the morning so I get his rowdiness, but he gotta go to daycare before I could clock in to work. I was working as a body guard for my friend's food bar/club. Shit was fire. I got free food, and it's well known so I got paid well. I also got some errands to make before hand. I also gotta take Micah to school.

It's just days like this that annoyed me the most. Getting him up was a hassle in itself, but I've gotten used to it.

"Mmm..I don't wanna get up," he whined tiredly in a groggy voice. I sat him on his butt, but he just kept laying back down so I had to hold him up to put the rest of his clothes on. "Nooo."

"Woo, you gotta get up. Don't you wanna see Ms. Loryn?" I asked tryna persuade him. But he was still uncooperative, so I just gave up and picked him up, grabbing his bag and left out of his room. I knocked on Micah's door when passing it, enough to hear a "I'm up already" from him. Once we made it to the kitchen, I sat him on a high bar stool, going to put juice in his sippy cup.

"Daddy, I'm hungry," Milan said in a sad voice more than a tired one.

"I know, want some oatmeal?" I asked him and he nodded. Thank god he wasn't picky today, or else I would've really gotten irritated. I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen, notifying me that Micah was ready.

"I think imma eat some cereal," Micah said tiredly, taking in his options.

"Alright," is all I said while focusing back on making Milan's food. Until I double took Micah's outfit. "What the fuck is you wearing?" I asked

"Clothes? What it look like?" He retorted back to me, grabbing some lucky charms. I rolled my eyes, turning back to Milan's food, putting water it.

"I know, don't play dumb. You look like some hobo," I said, putting the bowl in the microwave for a minute and thirty.

He dead panned to me when I faced him, waiting for the food to finish. "Then I know I succeeded in picking the right outfit," he said with a a grin before grabbing and bowl from one of the cabinets and pouring the cereal into it.

"Alright, I'm not arguing with you about this again, for the hundredth time in a week," I said turning around. I don't know what his problem is with his outfit choices, but it's not a serious thing that I'm worried about. It's how the kid expresses himself and we just so happen to bicker about once in a while. Not seriously of course.

"And I'm not gonna argue with you about how lonely you are at your big age," he said sitting down after pouring milk in his bowl.

"Don't make me punch you, I will," I said. He just looked at me smiling before going on his phone. That's what I thought.

I took the oatmeal and stirred it, make sure if it was cooked all the way. It was good. I sat next to Milan and helped him eat, until he said he was full so I ate the rest. By time I was done, Micah was too.

I told him to go get his book bag, and while he did that I put only shoes and went back into the kitchen to grab Milan and his bag. I also grabbed my phone and keys. I checked the time and it was 8. Micah had thirty minutes until his school started. But I still had to drop Milan off.

"Alright, let's go," I said as we headed out the door to my car. It was a 2020 Black Sapphire BMW M8 Gran Coupe. Such a beautiful car. Plus it could hold all of us and some stuff. Once I got Milan in his car seat, me and Micah got in. I buckled up and waited for him to buckle up too, despite the drive being maybe 20 minutes tops. Micah was on top of his classes, at least from what his report card said. He didn't really engaged in sports like I did when I was younger, but he did go to some clubs.