My Life

Chapter 1

"Jeremiah, can you pick Jenson up after his practice?" dad questions as I enter the kitchen with my 2-month-old son, Julian, cradled in my right arm against my chest.

"Yeah, what time?" I ask through a yaw as I prepare Julian's bottle.

"Practice ends at 4 p.m.," my younger brother Jenson replies from the floating counter where he is sitting having a bowl of cereal for breakfast.

"I'll be there," I tell him around another yawn, shaking the bottle before checking the temperature of the liquid on my wrist to make sure it isn't too hot that it will hurt Julian.

Slipping the nipple past his parted lips, my son instantly starts sucking, and I settle down on the stool next to my brother, as I watch Julian drink his formula. Dad and Jenson talk about my brother's soccer game tomorrow at noon. Jenson plays for the high school team, and tomorrow's game is home.

Yawing again, dad asks me a question that brings me out of my tired thoughts; "Rough night with Jules?"

"Yeah, he was up every hour wanting to be fed, changed or held," I say then yawning hard enough to make my eyes water.

Pulling the nipple from Julian's lips, I bring him upright against my shoulder to burp him before giving him the rest of the formula, as dad says; "Take a nap with him at some point before driving."

"I will don't worry," I promise him as Julian finishes his bottle, and I burp him again.

"Let me have my granson for a few minutes before Jenson and I leave," dad says holding his arms out toward me.

Carefully placing Julian in dad's arms, murmuring to the baby; "Go to your paw-paw, baby boy."

Julian stares up at his paw-paw with wide eyes as dad smiles down sweetly at him while softly talking to him.

So, let me introduce myself and my family briefly before we continue - My name is Jeremiah James McCarthy, and I'm 17-years-old, gay and a male carrier, which means I can become pregnant like a female. I live with my dad, Jeremy James, my brother Jenson Michael, and my son, Julian James. My dad is 42-years-old, a lawyer at the firm 'Smith, Sawyer and Blake', and he is besexual. Jenson is 16-years-old, in the 10th grade, plays soccer for the high school, and his position is the striker, and his number is 9.

I'm 5'7" tall, lean muscular body with a small 4-pack abs, bright blue eyes with dyed midnight black hair that frames my face and covers my forehead to my eyebrows, and I have snakebites. Jenson is 5'8" tall, lean muscular body, blue eyes that are a shade lighter than mine, dirty-blond hair that is styled similar to mine but is swept to the right over his forehead. Dad is 6'2" tall, muscular body, dark brown hair that is usually styled in a quiff, light bearded stubble, and dark blue eyes. My sweet baby boy, Julian, has peach-fuzz light blond hair, dark blue eyes like dad's, and right now he resembles me, but that can change the older he becomes.

Now, on with my Friday, shall we, hhmm? I'm sorry, I'm tired and get a little silly when I'm like this, but don't think for a moment I would change one single thing in my life, becuase I wouldn't.

"Jeremiah, what online classes do you have today?" dad asks as he gently places Julian back in my arms.

"Um, Advanced English, Advanced Creative Writing, and Advanced American Literature," I tell him, adjusting Julian in my hold.

Dad nods sipping his coffee as Jenson stands, rinses his spoon and bowl in the sink, where he leaves the dishes, which I'll do the dishes later after lunch, before he heads upstairs to grab his stuff for school and practice. Dad fills his travel mug with the last of the coffee, as I rinse the empty bottle and place it in the sink with the small pile of dishes from this morning. Jenson returns a few minutes later with his school bag and duffle bag, along with his cell phone and wallet, and dad grabs his travel mug and briefcase and they head toward the door to leave.