Baby Boy {mxm}

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{P E T E R}

Emmett was screaming...again. It was a bit early for him to be awake, but now that he was I was not going to get him back asleep. I hastily finished doing my tie and strode down the hall. 

I groaned and walked into his dinosaur themed room to find him half coloring, half eating the crayons. "What's up, champ?" I placed my hands on my hips.

He glanced at me and fell completely silenced and suddenly cheered, "daddy, I hungry."

I rolled my eyes, of course it would be something simple like that. This kid could eat a horse even after a buffet. He ate quite literally anything you put on a plate as long as he doesn't know it's healthy. "You wanna eat, eat? Come on down then!" He rushed into my arms. I lifted him into the sky and made his favorite plane sounds all the way into the kitchen. "Do you want...spinach?" I knew quite well he hated it. 

He scrunched up his nose and shook his head.

"Broccoli?" His facial expressions amuse me. 

He shook his head more.

"Ice cream?"

He nodded, grinning almost all the way up to his eyes.

I sighed, "sorry bud, no ice cream until after dinner...how about yogurt?"

He sighed but nodded nonetheless, "okay, daddy." he grabbed the yogurt with his chubby hands and rushed over to his high chair. "Lift me."

I crossed my arms, "what's the magic word?"

He groaned dramatically and puffed his cheeks. "Please, daddy, lift me." I chuckled and lifted him into the chair. While he ate very messily I retied my tie and made sure I didn't have any dad give aways. Sometimes I'd get paint on my blazer or crayon on my shoes. Emmett is a very creative child, but he just doesn't quite know when to turn his creativity down.

"Okay, champ," I placed my hands on my hips, "time for day care!"

He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, "I wanna stay with you, daddy." This isn't the first time Emmett's wanted to "come to work" with me. He eventually gets bored and ends up copying eight hundred pages of a bunch of numbers and letters and spilling orange juice on my secretary...five times. 

"No," I kissed his cheek, "I'm sorry bud, but I'm sure Ms. Cara can't wait to see you, because you are her little ball of sunshine, champ."

He shrugged and made those adorable little grabby hands at me, "take me out, please." I lifted him from the seat and wiped the yogurt from his mouth. "Thank you, daddy." He kissed my cheek.

I smiled and returned the kiss before grabbing my keys. I grabbed his bag and we made our way out into the parking lot. We paused for the stranger who was walking very quickly by. He bumped shoulder with me and sighed.

"I'm sorry, I'm a mess today." He apologized. He ran his fingers through his hair, "No, I wasn't talking to you...No! No, Caleb can't have pineapples." He gazed back at me and gave a tired sigh, he mouthed a simple, "sorry," and made his way past us with a handful of bags carrying things like baby food and diapers. 

I chuckled, he was probably a new parent. "Come on, champ. I bet Cara misses you!" He rolled his eyes, but followed any way. 

Another long day ahead.