My boys

Part 8

Michael was upset for reasons he wouldn't tell me why, but i knew i needed him calmer first.
'Mikey, you're okay, c'mere,' i open my arms and he runs over, burying himself in my chest. 'Wanna sit on my lap?' i ask him quietly, he nods, whimpering 'You're allowed,'
I then think, he said something to me last night. Daddy.
"Mikey?"
"Uh huh?"
"Are you upset because you called me Daddy?" He nods "oh love, you don't need to be upset"
"Cally would mad. Not my Daddy, his"
"Would you like me to ask him?" He nods again
"Cal c'mere a second"

"Hiya Daddy what's wrong with Mikey?"
"He thinks you're gonna be mad"
"At what? I wouldn't be mad. Promise," I sighed, taking a deep breath
"He thinks you're gonna be mad because he called me Daddy last night, and thinks you'll be mad because I'm your Daddy,'
'You are my Daddy but I'm not mad, i'm fine with him calling you Daddy if he wants to,' well then
'But is yours!'
'I know that. That's why I said you can,'