Page 55 of Fitch

It was quiet, no background noise even. “Nothing to watch on TV?”

He paused. “Wouldn’t know. We don’t have one.”

They didn’t have one?

“No? Why not?”

“Couldn’t afford one. Plus, we were rarely here, so I guess we just got used to not having one. I dunno.”

That just made me feel even worse.

“I’ll buy you one,” I said.

He snorted. “You’ll what? Why would you do that?”

“Because a daddy should look after his boy, yes?”

“You look after me plenty.” He paused for a long second. “Did you get the underwear though? Like I’m serious, that is something I will let you buy for me.”

I chuckled. “Yes.”

“I can’t wait to wear them.” He sighed dramatically. “But Friday is so far away!” Then his tone changed, “You know, and this is just general information I’m saying for no specific reason at all, but Ky meets with his daddies twice a week. It started once a week, but now they have him on Wednesday nights as well. Isn’t that just the craziest thing?”

I smiled. “Thatiscrazy. And you’re just saying this for no specific reason at all?”

“Noooo reason at all . . .”

God, I think I had actual butterflies in my belly.

But this game he was playing, the sound of his voice, wishing he was here with me and not just on the phone...

Fuck, was I about to do this?

“Wednesdays, huh?”

“Tuesdays would work just as well,” he said quickly. “Probably better even. You know, Fridays, then Tuesdays. Kinda spaced out more evenly.”

For that moment, I was kinda glad he couldn’t see my face because I was grinning like a fool.

“And how would Tuesdays work?” I asked him.

“Well, they just happen all by themselves after Mondays,” he said. “We don’t have to do anything to them at all.”

I growled at him. “I meant how would they work for us, bratty boy?”

He laughed. “However you want. Actually, however you want me, you just say the word, and I’m down. But if you’re talking about times and cost, another hundred bucks and I’m yours from whenever you pick me up until you drop me off.”

Another hundred bucks. That made it a total of four hundred per week. Jesus. I mean, I could afford it easily.

The truth was, I’d pay a thousand.

I must have been too quiet because his voice sounded different on the other end.

“If you don’t want?—”

“Deal,” I said, because fucking hell, I wanted it. He had no idea how much. “I will pick you up on my way home from work every Tuesday.”

Fitch let out a long happyeeeeesound. “Thank you, daddy. God, I cannot wait.”

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