Father Josh

Pa Is Who?!

"Pa wa' me Dada?"

I look down at my baby in confusion.

"Who's Pa sweetheart?"

Now Vik looks confused like I'm supposed to know who Pa is. A knock at the door startles me and I cross the floor and open it. A familiar blond head stumbles through the door.

"Sorry for the last minute call Simon."

"No problem. Wasn't doing anything."

A stamp on his hand and a slight smell of cologne and smoke tell me that wasn't quite true. The stamp is from a club a couple blocks down.

"Simon, you could've said no honestly."

"No, no. It's fine. Rather see this little munchkin."

Vik, who had been occupied by a button on my shirt, looks up finally. A giant grin erupts from him and he makes grabby hands at Simon. The blond smiles back and takes my baby into his arms. He presses his forehead to Vik's and talks softly to my baby, while I move back and gather everything I need. I make my way back to the whispering duo and kiss Vik's forehead.

"Kiss Si Si Dada."

"Vi-"

"KISS."

"Sorry Simon."

I press a kiss to Simon's forehead as well. Blushes break out across both of our faces. The air becomes slightly awkward and Vik sits in Simon's arms with the largest grin.

"DADA AN' PA MAWWIED NOW! I DADA AND PA BABY. WUV OO DADA! WUV OO PA!""

Slobbery kisses grace both of our cheeks and we both stare at my baby in bewilderment. Oh dear.