Good Boy (Hamilton Lams fanfic)

Little Freckled Potato

John's POV

I was cradling Philip in my arms. I noticed his tiny tail was moving, moving in the way how cats say that they are happy. "Da." he reached out for my face and grabbed my chin with his tiny baby hands. "Aww, you're so cute." I gently pinched his puffy freckled cheek.

"Your papa will be home eventually, though I already miss him."

"Pop-pa?"

"Yeah, your papa." I nuzzled my nose on to his. I can't believe I'm a mom- I mean, a dad now. God, I really need to get used to the roles and stuff. Philip suddenly grabbed my tail again. He giggled as he does. "You're so like me before. I always grab my dad's tail when I was a baby." I smothered his face with pecks.

"I'm home!" Alex opened the door. I rushed towards him, still carrying Philip. "Welcome home." I kissed him on the lips. "Kiss papa." I brought Philip closer to Alex. "Poppa." he pecked Alex's cheek. "Hehe, miss you too Pip. Is dinner ready yet?" he took Philip from my arms. "Yes, I just need to heat it up." I went to the kitchen and heated up the food I cooked earlier. "How was work?" I asked him. "T'was fine, friends were surprised that I have a son now. Isn't that right Pip?" he kissed Philip's cheeks.

"Have you fed Pip already?" Alex sat Philip on the high chair. "Yup, but I think he wants more food." I smiled when I turned to them. "You want more food baby Pip?" Alex tickled Philip's chin. "Fuud! Fuud! Fuud!" Philip banged the table of the high chair with his tiny fists. "We'll fill your little hungry tummy." Alex tickled his stomach, making Philip laugh.

I served me and Alex some special spaghetti and some mashed potatoes for Philip. The way Philip eats is very...creative. He uses his hands and shoves his fist covered in mush inside his mouth. "Should we help him feed himself?" I turned to Alex. "Hmm...let's just let him be, maybe that's the way he eats his food." Alex smiled. "Powtatoes!" Philip threw his food up in the air, making potato rain. Me and Alex were covered in drops of mashed potatoes. "Powtatoes! Powtatoes!" he kept on splashing mush everywhere. "Okay Pip, guess that's enough now." Alex attempted to pick Philip up, but ended up getting slapped with mush on the face by Philip. I laughed at them, especially at Alex. "You look so ridiculo-" Alex threw a handful of mashed potatoes to my face. "Alex!" I whined. We started a food war in the kitchen until we ran out of ammunition to use. "That was fun." Alex picked up Philip from the high chair. "Yeah, but we have to clean up our mess." I crossed my arms. "We should clean ourselves first." Alex nodded.

The three of us went upstairs. I held Philip and waited for Alex to finish washing himself up in the bathroom. Philip suddenly pulled my ear. "Why me?" I giggled. "Dada!" Philip brightly smiled. "Okay, done. Now it's both of your turn." Alex went out of the bathroom. I went inside the bathroom with Pip. I washed him first and bundled him with a towel, making him look like a little sushi roll. "Alex, please dress Pip up." I opened the door and gave Philip to Alex. "Awww." Alex expressed.

When I finish washing up, I went inside the bedroom. "Why is Philip wearing a turtle onesie?" I pointed at Philip, giggling. "Because it looks adorable, period." Alex placed Philip inside his crib. Philip immediately fell asleep. I rummaged through the closet to find some clothes to wear. I wore sweatpants and a v neck shirt, perfect for sleeping. "Those sweatpants really suits your butt there." Alex smirked. "Shut up." I gave his face a gentle slap with my tail. "What? It's true." he hugged my waist from the back. "I hate you." I turned my head to him. "Aww I love you too." he pecked my cheek. Aled and I lied on the bed and went to sleep.

We both woke up at 2 am because of Philip suddenly crying. "Crap...again?" I groaned while I stood up from bed. "You're one needy baby." I picked up Philip from the crib. "Dada, papa." he sobbed out. "I think the little guy had a nightmare." Alex stood up and gently hugged both of us. "Don't worry, don't worry, daddy and papa is here." we both slowly rocked Philip to calm him down. Philip started to calm down, but still crying. "Honey, I think you need a day off at work." I stroked Alex's cheek.
"But honey, my payday is coming up in a week now." Alex pouted. "Fine, can you at least take Pip to you at work?" I suggested. "Oh sure, I want my little freckled potato to come with his pops to work." Alex pecked Philip's forehead. "How will your friends react to him?" I tilted my head. "Maybe they will flock to him like birds." he shrugged. "Well, tell them to please not suffocate our baby from sweet hugs." I chuckled.

"I'll tell them, it's just Pip's cuteness caused him to be squished by multiple hugs."

"Hehe, okay, c'mon potato, let's go back to bed."

We put down Philip back into his crib, already sleeping. Alex and I lied on the bed together. "Good night- err, I mean, good morning." I nuzzled his nose. "Good morning to you too." he nuzzled back. We both went back to sleep, with both of us hugging each other.