Page 79 of Rent Free

He looked confused, so I picked him up out of the bed and walked him down the hall to my room. “This is my room.”

He rested his head on my shoulder, and I felt my heart give another one of those strange tugs.

“You want to come to work with me for a bit?” I asked.

He didn’t have much choice, really.

Until I could find him alternate care when I had to go in, and Pepper was at the bakery, I had no other recourse.

“What do you want to wear today?” I asked him as we headed back toward his room.

“Peas ation?” he chirped.

“Yeah, buddy. We have to go to the police station,” I confirmed. “How about shorts?”

It was September, but it was still hot as balls out.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

I got him dressed in a fresh diaper, shorts, a t-shirt that had cracked me up with Smoky the Bear on it, and his sandals.

Once dressed, we headed back to my room to grab some keys, and then we were out the door.

“Juice?”

I winced. “Uhhh…”

I spotted Quincy across the road, and I headed for him.

He was outside watering his wife’s rose bushes, but I doubted she’d like his form of watering.

“You know,” I said as I got up to his back. “Hollis would kill you if she saw you pissing on her roses.”

He tossed me a look over his shoulder as he shook his dick off and shoved it back into his pants.

“What Hollis doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” he said.

“I heard that,” came through the Ring camera that was set up on their front porch.

“No, you didn’t,” Quincy teased.

“Find a different spot to go. Like, you know, the toilet that’s right inside the door,” she grumbled. “Hi, Forest!”

Quincy finally turned around to notice the boy in my arms, and his smile grew. “Hey, Forest!”

Forest buried his face into my shoulder.

Quincy’s face softened. “What’s up?”

“I have to head to the station, but I forgot that I need to give this kid something to drink and eat. You got anything I can grab real quick?”

I needed to go to the store for two-year-old acceptable finger foods.

“Top right drawer there’s some sippy cups. They’re pink. You know Princess Dalia would take nothing less. There should be some powdered donuts inside the pantry door on the right,” Hollis offered.

“Hey!” Quincy cried. “You told me they were all gone!”

“They are for your fat ass,” she grumbled. “I have never seen a man eat as many powdered donuts as you. I wanted to save a few for myself, dammit. Between you and Dalia, I have nothing sacred in that house.”

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