Daddy's Boy

Routine is for Good Boys

A/N -we have caught up to the point in the story in which my original one shots were written... there are few changes, then we will continue with the story. For those who haven't read these chapters yet... enjoy.

I sighed as I came in the door. My overcoat came off and was hung up carefully in the closet. I put my keys in the drawer where they belonged. I went down the hall and carefully took off my suit jacket and pants, hanging them carefully in the closet. I took out my casual clothes and pulled them on with relief. I peeled off my dress socks and replaced them with fluffy blue ones. Last but not least, I took off my watch and placed it on the side table with my wallet.

That was it, the last of my outside face shed. I wandered back down the hall and peered into the living room. He was sitting in the overstuffed recliner and glanced up at me as I found him. He smiled and beckoned me over. I padded into the room and stood in front of him, taking in the casual polo and shorts that he lounged in. He was reading the newspaper he picked up every day on his way home. He put it aside on the coffee table.

"Are you done for today?" He asked in his warm, deep voice.

"Yes. Everything on my list. Is there anything you need me to do before...?" I replied. He smiled wider and shook his head no. I sighed in relief.

"Do you need to cuddle for a bit baby?" I melted at the words and flung myself into his warm, waiting lap as he chuckled.

"Yes Daddy. I need cuddles so badly." I clung to his shirt and breathed the smell of his sweat and cologne. His big arms wrapped around me and held me tight as I tried to shake the stress of the day from my shoulders. Now it was time to forget all my responsibilities. Now I could just let go and someone else would take care of me for a change.

"There now, baby. I've got you. Do you need to tell Daddy about your day?" I curled up on his lap and nodded as he stroked my hair.

"Yes, Daddy. I was so super busy today. The bad boys messed up and I had to fix it. Then I had to yell at them. I don't like yelling at people. It made me sad. And, and, and then I had to sit and listen to the smelly lady talking forever but she was stupid. She got the papers all wrong and I couldn't finish that work because she's stupid." I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest, putting my chin down and pouting.

"Aww Sweetums. I am sure you were a good boy and worked really hard today. I am sorry they made you sad, but look, now it's all over and you can cuddle with me. Do you want to watch a movie tonight? Would that make you feel better?" He was petting my hair and it was really hard to keep pouting when he made me feel all better like that. So I gave up and grinned.

"Yeah! I wanna watch Rio! Can I?" I bounced on his lap and he chuckled again at my quick rebound.

"Yes. You may. As long as you eat all your vegetables." I groaned and flopped over on his lap so he had to grab me or I would fall.

"Do I have to?" I whined. He flipped me back up and nodded against my forehead. So I pouted and huffed one more time. "Fi-i-ine. But I refuse to like it."

"Alright my prince. You don't have to if you don't want to. Even if we are having broccoli with cheese sauce." My eyes lit up and my pout disappeared.

"Yay!" I jumped up and ran into the kitchen to sit at my place and bounce until Daddy finally joined me. I picked up my silverware and clacked it on my plate as he brought over the covered dishes with hot dinner in them. I waited for Daddy to scoop it out for me onto my plate, it was too hot for me to touch. I poked at the mashed potatoes first and blew on them to watch the steam swirl in the air.

"Ah ah ah, say grace first." He gave me a look from across the table. I nodded and put my silverware down. I folded my hands and said it. Then looked up for a nod and dug into the food. It was so good. Daddy made roasted chicken and chopped it up into little pieces for me. He made really thick, gooey cheese sauce for the broccoli and I kept dipping the little trees in the mashed potatoes before eating them and called them snow trees.