Baba Or Babe?

Fancy Farfelle.

Nathan messaged me a few hours later, just a smiley face but it meant everything. I was cooking dinner for Rocco and I, so I sent him a photo of the sheer amount of pasta I have so Rocco will eat. Seven different kinds of pasta.

Nathan: I know about Rocco, do you have eleven other kids?
Me: Nope. He likes to change his favourite pasta by the hour, so I've learnt to come prepared. I don't play.
Nathan: Let me know which he picks?
Me: Of course, place your bets, it ends in whenever he gets out of his cocoon swing to pick.
Nathan: Farfelle.
Me: Fancy pants, so bows then?
Nathan: Yes, bows. It's not fancy to know the names of pastas, especially when it's pretty much everyone's favourite.

I laughed, and that summoned Rocco.

"What's funny?"

"Nathan, who I'm texting. What pasta would His Royal Highness like tonight?"

"Hm...twisty pasta."

"Alrighty, twisty pasta." I nodded, dumping enough for two and a half servings.
"Tell me about today, we can actually spend some time together now. Dumb work, huh?"

"Super dumb. Does Nathan work at your work?"

I was shocked by his interest in Nathan, but didn't question it. Maybe this was a good thing?

"Kind of, my boy, he works at Higgs, and I work at Truham. They're same-sex schools, but they're basically the same. Same layout, same curriculum."

"Do you see him at work?"

"Sometimes. I saw him today."

"Is being a teacher fun?"

"Again, sometimes. When the kids behave and I can teach all the fun things, then it's fun. When the kids are being rude, it's less fun."

"My teacher says she wants to teach university."

"She'll be very clever then, you have to be to teach university."

"Yeah. She won't be my teacher next time though."

"Nope, new teacher. How do you feel about that?"

"He seems nice. I met him when you were in Paris."

"Ah, that's good. Are you excited for year four?"

We spoke about school whilst I made his food, and whilst he ate his food. I updated Nathan on Rocco's choice of pasta, much to his dismay. Rocco took himself to bed around 8:00pm, and I was free to message Nathan.

We shared photos from Paris, until Nathan asked me something.

Nathan: Have you done any considering?"
Me: My sister can't watch Rocco until Saturday, but I'm free then. He loves going there, he might even want to have a sleepover with his cousins.
Nathan: I'm looking forward to it, see you soon x

I smiled at the series of messages for at least five minutes. Nathan and I stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower made its way into my favourite photos. I was excited for this weekend. I let myself get more excited as the night went on. Right now, in four days time, I would be with Nathan. Tonight, I could barely sleep for a good reason, which makes a change from most of my insomnia-filled nights.

We spoke until nearly midnight, before Nathan decided to be responsible and get some sleep. I eventually followed his lead, forty minutes later.