A Home For Timmy (boyxboy)

Chapter 22: Errands

Chapter 22

"You're being really selfish Timmy."

"No daddy."

"Yes you are. You know white crayons don't make sense. Give me a colored one."

Timmy shook his head and pulled the box of crayons out of his father's reach.

"Well then I aint coloring with you if that's how you're gonna be." Jason dropped the white crayon onto the coloring book that was spread open between them, and Timmy frowned down at it as if the thing offended him.

"Daddy cower with Timmy." He lifted his little face to glare at his father. It was the same look Jason tended to shoot my way whenever he was upset with me. Only, Timmy's scrunched up nose made him look far less threatening.

"Give me a colored crayon and I will. Otherwise I'm done here." He responded. "You can't ask somebody to color with you then give them a crayon you know won't do anything. That aint right Timmy and you know it."

Finally, and as expected, Timmy turned to me and pointed an accusing finger at Jason. "Micha daddy no cower."

I fought hard to keep a straight face. "You have twenty-three other colors in that box babe, give him a good piece."

The kid looked down at the box, pulled out a vibrant green crayon and held it up for me to take.

Across the way, Jason shook his head and I laughed. "Give it to daddy Timmy."

"No."

"You know, if you don't watch yourself, you're gonna grow up to be one mean kid." Jason told him.

I didn't know if Timmy really got the gist of what he had said, but he carefully replaced the green crayon, dropped the box all together; causing the lot of them to spill onto the floor, and stuck his index and forefingers into his mouth—something he tended to do when he was upset.

When the tears began to gather in his eyes, I reached over, took hold of his arms and lifted him up and stood. "Alright don't start...daddy was just being grumpy like he always is." I told him, and the man in question rolled his eyes.

"It's almost time for us to leave anyway." I told Jason." I might as well take him out now."

Jason nodded, then he too stood. "Where'd you put your shoes Timmy?" he asked, looking around the room.

Timmy pulled his fingers from his mouth and blinked away the tears that clung to his long lashes. "I no no."

"Where did you have it last?" I asked him and when he pointed to the kitchen, Jason went to investigate.

In the mean time I picked up bunny from the couch and handed it to him, then bent to retrieve his bag from under the coffee table where he'd stashed it earlier.

"You gonna be a good boy for me today?" I asked him when he had buried his face into my neck, and he nodded.

"You promise?"

Another nod. "Pomise"

"Found em." Jason reentered the room holding up his shoes and I waited for him to slip them onto Timmy's feet.

I could smell the faint hint of my shower gel on him when he leaned in to kiss his son's cheek, but it was gone the second he pulled away. "No crying today okay?" Jason told him. "Be good for Michael alright? I love you."

Timmy nodded and even though the words were clearly meant for him, I felt them like a shot through the chest.

He ruffled Timmy's hair and his eyes met mine for a second before they skittered away again. "Remember not to give him anymore candy today."