Page 44 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

“That doesn’t sound fair to you.”

“We’re partners, not strangers helping each other out. Moving in together means combining households, incomes, bills, and buying what we need when we need it. You need a car. Let’s spend this coming weekend looking at a few. What are wants or must haves for you?”

“Um, I haven’t really thought about that but not a stick shift for sure. I can’t drive one.”

“I don’t even think they make those too much anymore. Do you want a car? Two doors or four, or would you rather an SUV?” I was alight with excitement, and it was hard to contain it.

“What do you think is best. I don’t really know anything about cars.”

I figured as much, and this was right up my alley. “If I have a say in the matter, and ultimately what we buy in the end is your choice, but I feel better with you in an SUV.”

Had all my wishes come true in a single day? My boy was moving in, and we were shopping for a vehicle for him. I’d spend the rest of the week comparing safety ratings and warranties and I couldn’t have been happier about it.

“Daddy, you look far too happy.”

“That, my love, is because I am. This is right up my alley. I shopped for months before I bought my vehicle and marketing research is what I do for a living. While this isn’t marketing, it’s research just the same. Do you care about brand? Color? Anything?”

“Mmm, not really. Is that wrong?”

“Not at all. This is where Daddy gets to shine and impress you.”

Trevor rolled his eyes. “Daddy, you always shine, and you always impress me.”

For some reason I pictured my boy driving a bumble bee yellow SUV.

“Why are you laughing, Daddy?”

“Daddy just remembered something silly is all. Question, do you have a lot of stuff to move?” Mentally, I scanned what I remembered of his room, and it wasn’t packed by any means, but storage could be elsewhere. “Will we need a moving truck, or will it fit in Daddy’s vehicle?”

“It will fit. I don’t need my bed or dresser. You have all that. Just my clothes and toys and that kind of stuff. I’ll grab a few empty boxes from work and start packing this week.”

“Let me know if you need any help.” Though Chuck was at the house this week working on Trevor’s birthday gift it was best to keep him away. The smell of paint might trigger a snoopy boy. “Doesn’t someone have a birthday soon?”

“Me! Me! Me!” He cheered. “I do, Daddy.”

“Yes you do, and Daddy is working on something special for you.”

“You already are. You’re helping me get a car and letting me move in.”

“My love, there is no letting to any of that. I’m thrilled. This is like my birthday and Christmas all rolled into one.” Well, hell, that got me thinking about Christmas already and it was over six months away.

Time to tug the reins, Jayger. One step at a time. You just got a huge win.

Ya, ya, ya. When has that ever stopped me?

“Okay, sleepy boy.” His yawning face filled the screen and I looked forward to a lifetime of bedtime stories while my boy nursed away. “It’s story time so Daddy can virtually tuck you in.”

It was nice to see Trevor doze off as quickly as he did, though I knew he’d be up in two hours again. At my house, he stayed down for the night after nursing. Hell, we both did. The pressure relief helped me and the belly full of milk did the same for him. Granted, he was up at a horrendous time the next morning, but he got an average six hours a night with me.

“Good night, my love.” No response was needed. He was sound asleep, and our day ended on a high note.

But now this excited Daddy was wide awake and ready to research. This week would be spent clearing out the spare room and painting it, then once the items I’d ordered for it arrived, Chuck would be back to put it together before Trevor’s birthday at the end of the month.

Which reminded me, I had a birthday party to plan as well.

“Good morning, Chuck. Right on time.” Nine a.m. sharp just as he’d stated. Chuck and I met years ago at the club. He was a regular contractor for Sage as well as for many of its members.

“Morning, Jayger. So, what’s the plan?” He rubbed his hands together like the magician he was. Chuck’s work was top notch.

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