Daddy Made a Soilder Out of Me

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“I can’t help but notice you and Bruno over here have been staring each other down for quite some time now.” He managed a half smile, nodding to the Tabby cat who was practically pressed against the walls of his cage. “Would you like to hold him?”

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“Will you stop explaining yourself and just tell me what he looked like already? I have to work all week, so I’ve got to live through you until I can go out and make my own prideful mistakes.”

“That is why I work the morning, most mornings. So I can make great nights like this and not cry over coffee. You need to take a break, baby. You’re hurting yourself out there.” She commented, “Okay so image if David Beckham and Chris Evans were merged into one, that was him and I’m never going to see him again.” 

I’d like to think she would laugh if you did that, but she’s more likely to punch me, and floor you. So neither of us win in that situation. I mean, we could. It would be more of a holiday. He’s one. And like, no offence, and I’m sure your friends are lovely, but I’m just wary about leaving him for more than a few hours with someone we don’t know very well. 

Seeing you knocked on your ass would be worth it after that comment. You and the miss deserve time away, when was the last time you had time for only the two of you? Tell me, because I doubt it was after he was born.  I meant me, Chico, me. I could watch him. He’s be in great hands, I used to watch the little ones back home all the time. He’ll love me.

Xavier couldn’t help but hum happily as he slid in closer to the woman, all smiles and smooth motion. With a wink when she said that he brightened her night and a glance out to the dance floor, Xavier’s smile only grew wider, quirking up at the side as he took her in. “Mine seems to be having a look up,” he hinted, allowing his hand to slide down her arm, cupping her elbow and softly guiding her out into the throng of bodies. “I’d never say no to a dance,” Xavier shouted, now, over the music. His moves were a bit unpolished, no doubt thanks to his current state, but he’d give the world to have this woman dancing against him.

“Is this some sort of self-projection stuff? Because like, it’s cute how everything you’re saying about me, is like a reflection of you.”

“All I heard was ‘I am rubber and you are glue everything you say bounces off me  and sticks to you.’ Which is cute for someone who is eight not twenty eight. I’m happy you know some big words though, that’s good. Did you read those in one of your daddy’s books?”

“Someone does not like to be called old….”

“Or maybe I don’t like dealing with a woman in her late twenties with the mentality of an eight year old?”

“Look I know I was told to respect my elders and stuff, but you’re like, too much. I’m talking about tearing away fabric and sewing, I don’t know why you think I actually need your advice. I was trying to be polite and stuff. Just because I’m not dressed like a hooker doesn’t mean I don’t have fashion taste. But whatev. You do you.”

“Says the washed up Disney Star wanna be even Lindsey Lohan looks better and we all know she’s had a rough time. What’s you excuse, Punta? No matter what you do to that dress the only way it’s going to look any good is if its in the trash especially after you work your magic on it. But you’re right. I do me and you do you, because frankly no one else is going to want to after you open your mouth.”

“Ehehey!” Xavier laughed, standing up in slow motion. “Sunday, Funday, y’ know what I mean?” The man combed his hair back off of his face with his fingers, staring at the person in front of him with wild eyes. “I can– I don’t– I don’t even know you, do I.” Xavier clapped a hand on their shoulder amicably, squeezing lightly. “I’m so sorry. Are you having a good night?”

“As someone who wears fifty layers of makeup, I don’t think you should be asking me if I have a push up bra. My boobs are real and amazing, I just need to like….make this a v-neck or something. Or I could always like…make it look like a tank to show off my abs. I don’t know. Are v-necks more fashionable than tanks now?”

“Oh honey, you must be wearing far more than I am, so don’t speak. But for a B cup sure, I guess they are. You’re going to need to add a little more push if that’s what you’re trying to highlight though.” Luci tilted her head as the girl went on, literally having no idea what was was talking about. “Okay, okay, stop. Tank tops don’t show off abs and if you’re going for classy, then that’s not the way to do it. You can’t turn a top into whatever you want it to be. If you undo a button it might help, but you can’t make this a v-neck or a tank top. It doesn’t work like that. I’m not a fairy godmother, I can’t give or take away fabric. Both are great, but only with how you wear them and what the weather is like. Little Pilgrim, who taught you about fashion?” 

“Vintage is in right now. And this shirt is like a hundred years old or something. It’s not my fault they dressed like sad little pilgrims back then.”

“There’s a difference between vintage and something I saw my grandmommy wearing last week. You look like you walked off a Plantation. Well, if you’re stuck on it, you could try to help it. Tell me you own a push up bra or we might have a problem.“

That’s definitely reassuring. I knew she was the one anyway, but now I’m doubly sure. That’s just…well, each to their own. I’m not about to kink shame someone. You more about having a daddy? Sorry, sorry, don’t punch me. We haven’t started planning yet! I definitely want to surprise her with the honeymoon though. It’s trickier because we have a son, so it depends on if we can get a babysitter for a while. Or we’ll take him with us, I’m not sure.

That’s so cute, Chico. You’re so cute!  No no shame, I am not one for it. I am no one’s mommy. I’ll let that slide today, but say that again and I’ll call you Daddy in front of the misses. Don’t play with me. No! You can’t go on a honeymoon with a baby, no. I know someone who would be happy to watch the little one. How old is he? You look so young, too young to have a baby. You and the misses deserve to have your own fun, fun without tiddy bit.

In that case, I am never going to know how her brain works.  She’s a mystery. A beautiful one, but a mystery none the less. I’m pretty sure we all think quite similar. And yes, I’m going to marry her. Soon. We’ve been together for years it feels like.

Even better then. My poppy always said never love someone who thoughts you can guess with ease, marry a mystery. That’s how you know you’ve found the one. No, no, trust me. The man I met last night did not think like you. He kept wanting to call me ‘mommy’ and I’m not about that. Believe me, you’re all very different. Such a romantic, so sweet! I love that, I wish you both love and happiness! Any ideas for the big day? Tell me you have something special planned, a surprise for her?”

Maybe you’re right. I definitely do not know how the female brain works so I can only trust what you tell me. 

Oh Chico, what am I going to do with you? You don’t need to know how the female brain works, just hers. Not all work the same, trust me.Not all men think the same either, right?  You’re going to marry this girl, no? Surely you know enough about her to know what she likes. You’ve been together, how long? You must be doing something right. 

I think my fiancee might have a little something to say if I kept a mini fridge by our bed. Oh, for the single life.

She’d probably thank you. I mean man who’d keep a fridge by his bed is the only kind worth marrying. But word of advice, don’t let her hear you miss the single life. She might let that happen, just saying.