Pretty Boy (manxboy)

Chapter Six

Gabe

I stayed in the den—anxiously waiting to hear the door open and for Serena to greet Sam.

I even had my ear pressed up against the door at one point but had quickly realized how insane I looked, so I went back to the couch and stared at the tv.

The volume was down almost as low as it could go without it being muted—just so I wouldn't miss the sounds of Sam walking through the door.

I continued staring at the tv—not watching it, not even registering what was on. I just listened to the sounds coming from outside the den.

It was 8:45 am when I finally heard the door open and a familiar voice call, "Hey, I'm here!"

The door closed and then I heard Serena saying hello to Sam.

I heard bits of their quiet conversation as they talked about the baby.

Then I heard the door open and close again.

Serena was gone and Sam and I were alone in the house...I reminded myself once again that Jack was still here. But he basically didn't count. He was just a baby.

Your baby, Gabe.

I knew I was turning out to be a terrible father so far. But he was young, I still had plenty of time to turn this all around before he had actual memories of me. I would get used to him eventually and then maybe I could hold him more.

I wondered how long I should wait...When was it acceptable to go out and greet Sam?

Five minutes?...Ten?

I waited two and then got up from the couch.

I opened the door as normally as I could so I didn't look over eager.

I left the den and looked around.

My eyes finally landed on Sam who was on the floor of the living room. He was playing with Jack as the baby crawled around a little.

I began walking closer, but Sam didn't seem to notice me, his back turned to me.

The baby looked at Sam with a huge a toothless grin. He was clearly enamored with the young man. I hadn't even seen Jack look at Serena quite like that.

He crawled towards Sam and Sam picked him up.

"When is your Daddy going to come out here, huh?" He asked in a baby-talk voice.

I smirked and then decided to let my presence known by clearing my throat.

Sam jumped, clutching the baby tighter.

"Jesus Christ!" Sam cursed, quickly looking over his shoulder.

He glared at me as the baby began to whine.

He held Jack closer to him, trying to shush him as he stood up.

Sam faced me as he bounced the baby. "Look what you did."

I couldn't help but smile a little. "You were wondering where I was, so I thought I'd let you know—"

"That you were right behind me like a weirdo?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me as the baby calmed down.

I couldn't wipe the smile off my face and when I didn't say anything, only watched him, Sam looked away, blushing furiously.

I loved when he blushed. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

Before I could wonder what the meant for my sexuality, Sam looked back at me with shy eyes.

"Are you hungry? Have you had breakfast yet?" He asked.