Chapter 5
Kyle's POV
"Why did you have to call my dad?" I'm currently at work and I have a crying 8 year old in my office. He got in trouble again and I had to call his dad to come pick him up and avoid suspension. I'm trying to calm him down and it's usually easy for me, but today he's really upset.
I kneel down to his level. "Listen, if the principal had suspended you, he would've been called anyway. Please, sit down and relax Tommy!" I tell Tommy.
He shakes his head and starts pacing back and forth. "I can't relax! I hate sitting still! Dad is going to be mad!" He starts pulling his hair.
"Just relax, pal. Your dad will be here soon." I grab his arm and sit him down in the chair. I didn't want to be so forceful with him, but it was the only way.
He wipes his nose on his sleeve. "I'm sorry Uncle Kyle…"
I hand him a tissue. "It's okay buddy. Remember, at school, it's Mr. Broflovski!" I pat him on the shoulder and go back to my desk while I wait for his dad to arrive. I look at my phone and I notice I have a text from Wendy. I smile when I see that.
I miss you! Her text reads with a sad face emoji. She's been on bed rest for the last two weeks, and will be until she has the baby, so we haven't seen each other. I think I'm missing her more than she's missing me.
I miss you too. I can't wait to see you so I can tear that ass up!
You are? Tell me what else you're going to do to me!
I'm going to give it to you rough! I'm going to dominate you!
I wish you could walk through the door, pick me up, and pin me against the wall right now!
That's not all I'm going to do to you! Our relationship has turned into sexting. It's not the same as I miss the physical contact, but Stan has been making sure that she stays home in bed. I bet he's even fucking my woman in my absence! I could kill him!
As Wendy and I continue sexting, I start getting hot and bothered. I put my hand down my pants and-
"Kyle?" I look up and see Kenny standing at the door. I quickly pull my hand out of my pants.
"Oh hey Kenny, I didn't even hear you come in."
He raises his eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"I was texting this chick I'm screwing."
Kenny smirks. "Really? Who is she?"
"That's not important. You're here to pick up your son." I stand up and point to Tommy.
He glares at the tiny boy who has now curled into a ball in the chair. "What did the little rug rat do this time?"
"He pushed Mr. Garrison down. He was throwing a fit because he lost his outdoor recess privileges for not completing his assignment."
Kenny shakes his head. "Thanks for making it so that he didn't get suspended. The last thing he needs is to miss days of school."
"I did it for you. I don't know many more times I can do this though." I pull him to the side and whisper. "He's getting really bad. You may want to consider putting him on the medication."
He shakes his head. "I can't. You know drug use runs in my family and on his mother's side. I don't want him getting addicted." Kenny's son as ADHD and bipolar disorder.
I nod in agreement. "I understand."
"Let's go Thomas!" Kenny orders the boy.
"Thomas?" He looks at me. "He used my full name! Can I stay with you Uncle Kyle? Dad's going to kill me!" He grabs onto my leg.
"Listen buddy," I kneel down in front of him, "your dad isn't going to kill you. He loves you very much and just wants you to do well."
"But he's going to punish me for getting in trouble again!"
"It's not the worst thing in the world. What kind of parent would he be if he didn't care about you getting in trouble?"
"I don't know…"
"He would be a lousy parent. Now go on home and take your punishment. Come back to school tomorrow with a better attitude. I don't want you in my office again." I smile at him.
"Thank you Uncle Kyle…I mean Mr. Broflovski!"
"You're welcome little buddy." I playfully rub his hair. "Now go get your things and come back here so you can go with your dad." He nods and leaves.
Kenny smiles. "Thanks dude. Man, you're really good with kids. You'll make a great dad some day!"
I chuckle nervously. "Why do you say that?"
"Like I said, you're good with kids. I can never reason with the boy so easily. You have a gift."
I shrug. "You just have to talk to him not at him."
"You've said that plenty of times, but it doesn't work when I do it. It's like he's afraid of me."
"It's your tone. Change your tone and you'll get through to him. He's a sensitive kid."
"Thanks man. Why don't you have kids of your own?"
I thought we got off the subject about me having kids. "I…umm…never wanted them."
"Dude, you work with kids! You clearly have a passion for it!" Kenny laughs.
"That's probably why I don't want them. These kids go home at the end of the day. I wouldn't be so lucky with my own kid…" Having this conversation starts to make me think about the little girl that Wendy is having…my little girl…
"You need to catch up with the rest of the group! Cartman has two kids, I have one, and Stan has one due any day now. It's your turn!"
"Yeah, Stan is…" I look down. If he only knew, if anyone only knew…
"Are you okay?"
I look up at him. "Yeah, why?"
"It seems like I hit a nerve. I hope I didn't offend you."
I shake my head. "I'm not offended. You just gave me something to think about."
"Maybe if things with you and the chick you're screwing become serious, you may change your mind about kids. Any child would be lucky to have you as a dad. Hell, some days I want to hand Tommy over to you!" He smirks.
"You don't mean that."
He shakes his head. "I don't. He's a handful, but I wouldn't trade him for the world. I really hope you get to experience fatherhood one day!" Just as he says that, Tommy returns with his backpack and coat. Now we can end this awkward conversation.
"We'll see."
"I'll catch you later dude. Again, thanks for helping Tommy!" I give Tommy a hug and the two of them leave. I sit down at my desk and look at my phone. I write a text to Wendy asking, did we make the right decision? I just need to decide if I want to send this text…
