They should be enough to make him stay. But they weren't. You should have been all he needed. But you weren't. He left. And he left for someone who was the complete opposite of you, but the thing that stung the most was her age. You hate her. You ha...
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, playful degradation, mentions of divorce, mentions of neglect, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, Scott, creampie, 18+ ONLY
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"NaNa?" Suede looks up from the toys he's playing with pointing down the hallway to your bedroom. Desperately trying to get Andy to wake you up, "Mama and Dee seep?"
"Yes, buddy," Suede huffs a bit. Crossing his arms over his chest before his mouth flattens out, and he returns to his playing. Andy watches him a moment before looking back at the game on tv. Suede looks back down the hallway before pouting up at Andy, "Suedey, what's wrong?"
"Me pee," he says, rocking his body back and forward.
"In your diaper?" He shakes his head no, looking towards the bathroom, and he jumps up. His feet bounce around a bit before he jumps, holding himself. "Okay. Come on," Andy stands up, and walks quickly towards Suede, "Let's go, buddy."
"Mama be mad?" His brows furrow as he starts bouncing around even more. Andy knows he has moments before Suede has an accident and gets upset for doing so.
"Your mama won't be mad. Come on," Suede holds himself as he runs towards the bathroom, and makes it to his potty just in time. He gives Andy a thumbs up, smiling so proudly at him. "You made it! Does that feel better than a diaper?"
"Chess! Me yike it. NaNa pee der?" Suede points at the bigger toilet, and Andy nods his head, "Me, too?"
"One day. And you'll get to stand."
"No," Andy nods his head yes. "No, no."
"Has your dad never," he stops his question when Suede scrunches his nose up. Andy approaches the boy carefully. A child with so very little vocabulary, and still so young, but clearly Scott hadn't been teaching him anything about pottying.
"Tay."
"Taylor?" Suede nods his head, and Andy wonders what his limited words are trying to tell him. He's noticed that you don't ever press your children about time at their dad's, so he doesn't want to either. But he wonders if Taylor is the one that deals with bathroom or diaper duty, "You done?"
"Chess! My mama at?"
"She and Audrey are taking a nap," Suede dramatically rolls his eyes at Andy, and pulls up his pants. "Audrey has a bit of a cold, and your mama is tired."
"Ways seep!" He rolls his eyes again, starting to stomp out of the bathroom.
"Hands, Suede," Andy's voice is soft, but demanding. It's not a question, it's what Suede has to do.
