A Pet To Keep

Radio Star

(The general style of the story will be changing, as it already has. There will be a 'main plot' mixed among as series of one shots and fun stuff. Send in those requests as this is the time to do it! Thanks for reading, and as always, each like and comment goes a long ways!)

"Okay, look at daddy sweet pea," Jack sits on the sofa beside Jay. " We need to talk."

"Daddy! Bears!" Jay points to the TV where his cartoon was paused.

"I know baby. You can watch bears while daddy finishes getting ready. Just listen for a minute." Jack nods.

Jay climbs into Jack's lap and nods, resting his head on Jacks chest as he looks up at the man.

Jay hadn't fought like yesterday morning, because Jack had told him that Jay got to stay with daddy today. "You're gonna go to work with me. You have to be a good boy. Daddy is gonna take toys and snacks and your blanket. We will go on a walk at lunch time. Can you be a good boy for daddy?"

Jay, wide eyed, nods. "Yeh. Good boy!"

"That means listening real close to daddy," Jack reminds.

"I bees real good daddy. 'M good boy! Most da time." He nods. "Somes time I bees Itty bitty bits bad."

"No baby. You're allways a good boy, you just make some bad choices. Mkay?"

Jay nods, "good boy?"

"Yeah. Allways daddies good baby boy."

Jay smiles and relaxes. "Okie daddy. Bears now?"

"Bears and breakfast," he nods, setting Jay down and giving him a bowl full of cut up fruit. "Watch your cartoon then we gotta go."

Jack then heads into the kitchen to finish packing. His own backpack looked like a diaper bag, and he folded Jay's blanket tightly on top. Jay's bag was filled to the brim with toys. Any Jack could make fit.

He drinks a protein shake, eatting an apple, wondering when he'd be able to start going to the gym again. But he watches Jay watch the tv show. They were both already dressed. He still let Jay pick out his own clothes, even if his baby needed to be more of a baby. Jay liked picking out clothes, alot.

Jack had bought the baby stuff last night before coming home, lots of stuff. From PetVilla. They had a special section just for baby stuff.

He'd even bottle fed Jay some milk in the rocking chair at bedtime. Jay had loved it, and honestly, so had Jack. There was a pacifier clipped to the shirt Jay had picked, and once the fruit from breakfast was gone, it quickly found its way into his baby's mouth.

Jack smiles, watching Jay cuddle his hippo, with his pacifier and his fluffy, downey hair. His hair had be growing extremely fast. As fast as his nails that Jack had trimmed last night.

That had not gone so well, Jay throwing a fit about the clippers, and kicking Jack. Jay had been spanked, his nails clipped anyway, and all had been forgiven. Jack would provide better distraction for his baby next time.

Jack runs the bags out to the car, Jay didn't move an inch while Jack was gone. His eyes glued to the last few minutes of his show. But as the credits roll, and Jack approaches with the harness, Jay gets wide eyed.

"Jaaay. Baby Jay. Stay. Be a good boy and stay."

Jay shakes his head.

"Is that a no? Are little boys suppose to say no to daddy?"

Jay whines and spits his pacifier out. "Noooo wanna!" He crawls across the sofa and climbs over.

Jack checks the clock. "Stop that and talk to daddy. Don't run away."