Page 72 of Fitch

He gave me a smiley kiss. “Silly daddy,” he said. “Fitch is your boy. I’m the real me when I’m with you.”

I returned the soft kiss. “I’m the real me too.”

He threw his arms around my neck and sat on my lap. “Did you want breakfast, or did you want to stay in bed all day? Because honestly, the way I’m feeling right now, I just want you inside me all day.”

I groaned. “Breakfast. You need to eat.”

He pouted, but I set him on his feet and stood up. “You can help me cook.”

He nodded keenly, so easily distracted from what he wanted to do just five seconds ago. And he did help... until his phone rang.

“It’s Benji,” he whispered, reading the name on the screen. He answered. “Hello? Is everything okay?”

I couldn’t hear what Benji said, just the murmur of his voice.

Fitch sighed. “Then what are you calling for? Calls are for emergencies only. Texting was invented for good reason, Benj.”

I smiled as I poured the whisked eggs into the pan.

“We’re fine,” Fitch said. “I’m putting you on speaker. Saves me relaying the whole conversation later.” Fitch pressed the button and slid his phone onto the kitchen counter. “Say hello to Dominic.”

Benji chuckled. “Hello, Dominic.”

“Hello, Benji,” I replied.

“I just wanted to make sure everyone was okay after last night,” Benji said.

“We are so fucking good,” Fitch replied.

Benji laughed. “I bet you are.”

He picked up his phone and, holding it up, took a selfie. “I’m sending you a photo of my outfit.”

“Oh god,” I mumbled. “Fitch, is that a good idea?”

Benji snorted.

Fitch smiled without shame. “Second best idea I’ve had so far today.” Then he thought for a moment. “Actually, it’s the third best idea I’ve had today.”

I cleared my throat and Benji laughed, then his phone dinged.

“Oh, I got your photo—” There was a pause. “Christ, Fitch. You are a shameless whore.”

I didn’t exactly care for my Fitch to be called that word, but Fitch burst out laughing. “I know. Don’t you love the shirt?”

“The shirt? I’m too busy looking at your dick. Those panties aren’t hiding much.” Then someone mumbled in the background... Nolan, I realised. I couldn’t hear what he said but Benji laughed. Then he said, “Hm. Uh, Dominic?”

I sighed, letting my head fall back. “Yes?”

“Nolan wants to know where you got those from?”

Fitch laughed. “Stop. You’re embarrassing him.”

Jesus.

I would’ve hated it except for the smile on Fitch’s face.

“I’ll see you at eleven at the police station,” Benji said quietly.

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