Baby Boy [DISCONTINUED]

19.

When they get to Dallon's office, Dallon walks up to Amy and hands her the papers, but she isn't really paying attention, she's just looking at Brendon in disgust.

"Amy, just look at me, not at him, please," Dallon says and she glances at him.

"Is he mentally unstable or something?" She asks, as Brendon runs over to Dallon and grabs his hand, while sucking his thumb.

"Please don't talk about Brendon like that. He's not mentally unstable. I just want to hand in these papers and go, if you don't mind." "I'm sorry, he's just acting weird."

Dallon turns to Brendon and kneels down.

"Brendon, honey, how about you go into my office, okay? You can sit in my spinny chair!" "Yeah, I wants that!"

Brendon walks away and Dallon rests his hands on Amy's desk.

"Look, just take the papers and then I can go home. There's really no need for you to be so rude about Brendon." "Alright, whatever."

Dallon hands Amy the papers and walks to his office, but before he can get there, he sees Cameron.

"Cameron! Can I talk to you for a second?" "Yeah, of course, sir."

Cameron walks up to Dallon and smiles at him.

"I want to thank you for what happened in the elevator, Brendon was a little scared and you made him really happy."

Cameron smiles widely.

"Of course! I've got a friend who sometimes goes into little space and I could see that Brendon was kind of acting the same." "I'm always pretty scared to go out with Brendon when he's little, but things like with you in the elevator, make me happy. I just wanted to thank you for that."

Dallon pats Cameron's shoulder.

"That's was all. You should go home." "Of course."

Dallon starts walking away, towards his office.

"Oh, Mr. Weekes?" "Yeah?"

Dallon turns around again.

"My favorite ice cream is mocha, not mint-chocolate." "Alright, good to know," Dallon says and he chuckles slightly before he goes into his office.

Brendon is sitting on his chair, his feet dangling slightly and he is spinning around.

"Hey there, baby boy!" "Hi, daddy!" "Are you having fun here?" "Yeah! I's spinning around!" "I can see that. But how about we go home?" "No, I wants MacDonalds!" "Oh, really?"

Brendon stops spinning and looks at Dallon.

"Yeah. Pretty please, daddy?"

Dallon smiles and acts as if he's thinking for a few minutes.

"Hm, alright then."

He honestly wasn't gonna say no. Today had been stressful for Brendon and he'd had veggies yesterday, so today he could have fast food.

They had a rule about eating fast food, anyway. Brendon was allowed to eat fast food once a month and he usually saved it until there was a particularly stressful day. And today really had been stressful.

Brendon jumps out of the chair, almost knocking Dallon's computer screen off the desk, as he does so, but it's alright.

"Let's go, honey."