"Joshua!" I yelled. He turned and I ran up to him, jumping into his arms. He put his hands on the bottoms of my thighs to hold me up. "Daddy." I muttered as he kissed my cheek.
"Hey baby boy." He whispered. He moved me to his hip and rubbed my thigh. "So, have you made your decision?" I nodded and smiled.
"I'm moving in." I whispered and he smiled. He carried me upstairs and opened the door to his -our- bedroom. "You finished it!"
"Yup. I was covered in paint everyday. But it was worth it." I kissed his cheek and played with his hair.
"So, where do you work?"
"I'm a freelance artist and I teach classes at a paint shop. So."
"Damn."
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Cigarettes At Church
FanfictionJosh was born and raised strict Catholic. Mass every Wednesday, no tattoos, no hair dye, no sex before marriage, and no homosexuals. And then he finds Tyler after mass, smoking behind the church. Tyler's the exact opposite of Josh. He's not religiou...
