Tied Up With You

Domestic

'It would seem Rorre is tired.'

The baby doesn't cry, instead he makes a low battery sound like a computer.

'PC you poor thing.'

I would never say I regret his life coming into this world, I would say I feel sorry of his circumstances.

I pull out my notebook looking at the small child.

Pulling out the Polaroid camera I bought I snap a photo of him and put it to the side.

Getting tape and a pen, I tape the developing picture of PC and begin writing next to it.

My dear son,

The day you were born you proved that love overcomes anything.

I then close the notebook and sigh.

Error walks back into the room just as PC wakes up and boy was he loud.

The loudest Windows Vista power on sound plays. This noise scares Error so bad that he crashes on the spot.

"Sh!t." I mutter under my breath.

PC is cradled in Error's arms drinking milk from his chest.

"Look, just one try." I say pleading.

"No, Cross this milk is for PC." He frowns.

"Just one try." I say following after him.

He groans and walks back into the room, me close behind.

"Fine," He says groaning. "Make it quick."

He sits down on our bed and lets me come close.

The taste is sweet and creamy and just as I am enjoying it, I feel a slap on the back of my head from a tiny hand.

"What PC, you get milk every day. Let your daddy have some." I say while massaging Error's breast.

When I go back to drink, I get batted on the head even more.

I let out a guttural groan.

"Young man. You do not hit your daddy." I tell him in a soft but stern voice, taking his little hand.

PC scowls at me putting on an angry frown.

"I'll have some later tonight if you know what I mean.

Holding PC in my arms, I have to suffer through cleaning his diaper because Error suddenly became afraid of changing the diaper.

"He shat on my Cross." Was his only excuse.

Fortunately for me, I researched this sh!t.

Later in the day when we finally get PC to bed Error approaches me with his lingerie on.

"Aren't you going to coddle me?" He frowns cutely, mouth in a pucker.

I put down my journal and look over to PC who was asleep.

"Perhaps I can indulge. What is in it for me?" I ask propping my head on my hand at the the desk I am sitting at.

Error rolls his eyes and then brings my gaze to face him with his hand at my chin.

"Watch carefully." He whispers.

I feel my body shiver as he runs his hands down his body seductively.

"There's more where that came from."

And that would be another side affect of pregnancy.