Let's Not Talk About Tomorow

Ben

I nearly knocked Jon over when I bent over to open put the lasagne in the oven. Luckily, he just chuckled and resumed cuddling me from behind. I reached around and cheekily slapped his ass, he squeaked and buried his head in my back. I side-stepped over to the acti-fry where the chips were cooking to check up on them.

"Benny, why is everything we eat so goddamn healthy?" Jon grumbled

"Because, princess" I sighed "I can't eat fatty foods or I could trigger something and you don't want me to have cancer again,do you?"

"No!"

"Calm down, baby" I chuckled "I bought you some ice cream"

"You did?!"

"Yes, it's in the freezer"

"Yay! Thank you, Benny!" He cheered excitedly "What flavour?!"

"Your favourite, baby"

"Cookie dough?!"

"Of course" I smiled "Can I have a kiss, princess?" Jon giggled and ducked under my arm so he was stood in front of me. He stood on his tip-toes and pecked my cheek "I want a proper one!"

"Tough" He smiled. I grabbed his waist and connected our mouths. "You're so tall, Benny, it hurts my toes to kiss you for a longtime" Jon complained when I eventually stopped kissing him.

"You're just a short arse"

"How tall are you?"

"6ft, 4" and you're only 5ft, 5", baby" I kissed his forehead "Can you get the plates out, baby?"

"Okay"

Quickly, I squeezed his ass as he skipped past me, his cheeks flushed. I winked at him, his cheeks were now aflame. God, he was too adorable. He set out the plates in the dining room which was adjoined onto the kitchen. I watched him as he neatly placed the cutlery o nthe dark oak table.

"You forgot the place mats, princess" I reminded him

"Oops" He ducked his head slightly as he reached into the drawe rbeside him for the slate place mats and slid one under each plate.

"Can I, uh, help?" Mr Homestead asked awkwardly "Jon, don't be scared, I won't hurt you" I glanced over at Jon who appeared to be rooted to the spot in panic. I put down the oven glove I was fiddling with and gestured for him to come to me. Hesitantly, he took a shaky step in my direction and another. Eventually, he was close enough for me to pull him closer to my chest. I rubbed his back soothingly as his breathing quickened.

"Breathe, baby" I murmured "Copy me, in and out" Jon copied my breathing, which allowed him to relax into me.

"I'm so sorry" Mr Homestead apologised profusely

"S'OK, Dad" Jon said quietly "It's just hard to be around people"

"Have you tried going to therapy?"

"Wouldn't be fair on Ben" He muttered

"Why not?" Mr Homestead frowned

"Baby, I wouldn't mind, I just don't have time" I kissed the crown of his head "What he means is that I wouldn't be able to leave him there by himself because he would have a panic attack"

"Do you work?" Mr Homestead inquired

"Yes, I'm a teacher but I have to take Jon with me to work with me"I explained "His anxiety is stopping him from getting a job and doing things for himself"

"Are you.. comfortable?" He asked, I knew he was referring to money. In all honesty, we could do with more. Jon's medical bills were rocketing sky high and it was becoming difficult and what to prioritise paying: Jon's medical bills or bills for the house. I took up work wherever I could to keep on top of things. We were managing but only just.