"Flynn is daddy. Daddy is Flynn." Rodrigo explained with hand gestures. I grumbled some curse words under my breath and If looks could kill, Rodrigo was ten feet under by now.

"Rodrigo, can you---," I closed Milan's ears with my hands and then shouted, "Shut the fucking hell up!"


Rodrigo laughed out loud, but immediately stopped when Milan poked his finger on my chest. "But mommy said that you were her friend boy."

Friend boy? What the fucking hell is that?

Regulars. And now friend boy. My girlfriend's vocabulary is really interesting.


"Do you mean boyfriend?" I asked confused.

He shook his head wildly. "No, friend boy. I told her I like you."


"You do?" My heart skipped a beat. I could feel so many different kind of emotions right now and one of them was love. I love this kid.

Damn.

"Yes, I like you. You bought a spiderman costume for me and then legos. You are the best daddy ever !" he jumped up and down my lap as he clapped happily in his hands.

I cringed once again at the daddy-word.

"I like you too, but please don't call me daddy. Just call me Flynn." I pleaded.

"But I don't want too." he whined. "I'll call you padre."

"Padre?"

"That's spanish for father." he clarified.

"I know what it means, bud. You can call me anything except daddy."

"Okay, padre." Milan grinned. He looked around at my desk and saw a pen. "Can I draw?"

"I personally think padre sounds even more weird than daddy." Rodrigo butted in. I forgot that he was still here.

I glared at him. "Please don't give him anymore ideas." I hissed and then looked back at Milan who was grabbing the pen and was about to draw on my desk.

"No,no," I stopped him before he could draw on it. I opened my bottom drawer and got white paper out for him. "Here you go. Draw on this paper, not on my table."

He took the paper out of my hand and started to draw weird circles and triangles. Suddenly my phone buzzed on my desk and I saw Jill's name on the screen.

My Pudding: Hey Vasilios. You can pick us up now, we're done.

Love you