I awoke, jumping as I did so, and noticed Justin wasn't in my arms.
"Justin?" I called for him, but all I got in return was silence. I crawled out of bed, and checked the bathroom. He wasn't there. I found an outfit lying on the counter in the bathroom, and I put it on. The same as the other outfit, only tighter. I made my way downstairs quietly, and passed what I thought was the den, and I walked into the kitchen. Justin was sitting at a table, eating cheerios. The man was frying bacon, and making eggnog pancakes.
"Why hello sleeping beauty!" The man gave me a bright smile, and I sat beside Justin.
"Hey little man." I messed up his hair, and he smiled at me. I stroked his cheek, and he stared at me. The man slapped two pancakes and a few slices of bacon on a plate and set it in front of me along with a glass of milk.
"Eat." I glanced up at him, and he put his hand on my shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Justin watching him. The man pulled me into an awkward hug, and I accepted it. After all, he was putting food into my baby's belly. Something I couldn't do.
"Thank you." I looked into the man's eyes, and he nodded and smiled sincerely.
"Listen, I don't want you to be scared of me. If you would like, you can stay here until you get yourself back on your feet. I'm going out today, and you two can come with. You should get Justin some clothes that fit." I looked at Justin, who was drinking the milk from the bowl, slurping.
"That sounds great." The man smiled at me, left, and I ate my breakfast. Justin watched me intently, and I made faces at him. "I love you bud." I ran my hand through his hair, and put my plate in the sink. I glanced through the window, staring off into my own world.
"Daddy."
"What." I kept my eyes out the window, not really paying any attention.
"Do we have to go back outside?"
"I don't think so babe." I slid my hands under his arms and pulled him into my arms. I kissed his cheek; he wrapped his arms around my neck, and put our foreheads together.
"You're the bestest Daddy." I stopped smiling, and I kissed his nose. Tears, I knew were pouring from my eyes.
"You're the best son." I sniffed, and bit my lip.
"Daddy, you shouldn't cry. You don't have a splinter do you?" He looked at me worriedly, and I broke into a grin.
"No babe. Everyone needs to cry sometimes." I rubbed his back lightly, and he rested his head on my shoulder. The man came back into the kitchen, and walked over to me. He stroked my cheek, and then grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.
"We should go. Justy here can sleep on the way." He took a sip from the water and screwed the cap back on. I nodded, and we walked out to the Ford Mustang. I fastened Justin in the seat, and got into the passenger seat. We started the drive into town, and the man slid his hand over to rest on my thigh. I looked at him, and he smiled at me and squeezed my thigh.
"Well. My name's Nick. What's yours?"
"Kevin."
A.N. I know that Kevin is not fat, or ugly. I wanted him in the story, because I LOVE Kevin. So that being said, don't get offended.
It's only a story.
P.S. Joe will be in the story, just not for a few more chapters.