Special? Fuck Off He's Autistic

INSPECTOR LOGAN

"I don't want Sammy to go to my mall!" Logan screams at my mere suggestion

"OK." I say casually, as if my fist isn't itching to punch him square in the face.
"yeah! He not allowed!"

"Logan I'm peeling the potatoes can you be a dear and get the fuck outta my face for 3 nanoseconds." I say in a sickly sweet voice.
"uh! Eh! No!." Logan yells from behind me.

"do you want to cook the chicken nuggets for your son while I heat up our curry?"
I can see logans brain ticking, will he be a bitch or do the job and most likely get a compliment?

"look at that champ putting nuggs into the oven! Oh my god how did I get so lucky!" I shout enthusiastic chants as logans ego sky rockets. .

"yeah I know." he says with a simple shrug.

Sammy enters the kitchen, his hair getting increasingly greasy as logan and I  are both too afraid to see how he reacts with a shower but today's the day... After dinner.

"Sammy I made chicken nuggets and fries!" Logan says thinking Sammy would be equally impressed as I pretended to be.

"I can make nice borscht." Sammy replies nonchalant and logan looks uninterested that he wasn't given praise.

"yeah but I make nuggets and fries." Logan repeats.
"OK." Sammy replies unbothered.

"yay! Logan!" I say as I grab Sammy arms and make him celebrate logans amazing feat.

***
Sitting both boys down with the plates, one plain mild curry and rice and one nugget and fries.

"I make those." Logan taps Sammys plate.
"uhm... Th..thanks?" Sammy replies confused as to why his dad keeps bringing it up.

"would you like juice?" Logan asks
"OK." Sammy says.
"OK." Logan replies but remains seated.

Watching them interact is the funniest shit ever I think to myself as I grab juice for them.

***
Sammys pov.

Dad and mickey are being very weird.
Dad is just eyeing me as I undress for the shower whilest mickey is in the other side of the door, I feel like dad's more uncomfortable than I am.

"uhm dad?"
"uhm.... No." dad replies.
"oh.... What do you mean no?"
"mickey!!" dad calls and mickey enters.

"uhmm..... Sammy?"
"yeah." I reply half naked just standing here as my dad's near tears.
"you can shower yourself yeah?"

"my eyes kind of widened, I know dad had trouble but I think I'm better at my dad at some stuff, like showering sometimes.

"yeah." I lie, I can shower it's just balance is my problem, if I fall I hope they leave me alone.

"Logan get the fuck out, you said....." their conversation dies down as they walk away and they shut the door.

I was wondering when they'd let me shower. It was once a week at mom's must be once every 2 weeks here.

***
Logan's pov
I thought he couldn't shower, but I am silly sometimes.

It does feel not nice when your own son Is way more advanced than you, I just wish there was something I could do that could impress him.

I was so proud that day of just the thought of him being able to make borscht, while his dad burnt his nuggets and fries, but it is quite embarrassing when I have to have my husband who has his own shit to do help me shower but I get too scared.

Part of me hopes he's not able to do it....
I HEARD A BANG INSPECTOR LOGAN GOING IN!

"Sammy! You OK?" I call out as I enter the bathroom to see Sammy kneeling with the shower in full blast.

Inspector logan wants to go, now inspector logan needs help.

"mickey! Sammy fall!" I call not too worried because kids are water resistant to an certain extent.

"oh Sammy buddy, what happened?" mickey says pickimg Sammy up and turning the blast down.

"oh no Sammy cry." I say I'm the verge of tears myself because I'm also afraid.

"no! I not! " I'm pretty sure he is though but I could be wrong.
"but you cry Sammy." I correct him
"Logan please shut it for a second." mickey says annoyed at me as he scrubs Sammys hair.

I just go into mickey and I's bedroom, feeling useless, I can't even look after myself nevermind my kid.