"I know I told you that you could come over and stay for the weekend but the wee one just threw up. I think she got sick from eating that cotton candy earlier..." Tony answered the door, his hair a wet mess, shirt open revealing his very fit tank top and wearing a funny hat with a cape. "I dress up to make Dais cheer up."
Tony did not expect his daughter to stay at home dealing with an aching tummy to interfere with another passionate weekend with Jehan. But Tony just shrugged and looked at his younger lover. If you want to leave, I understand... However if you need a drink or something to eat..."
Jehan had been too caught up in staring at the older man's chest to fully process what he said for a bit until he heard the nickname for the little girl. At that point, he yanked his gaze away from the older man's chest to his face, the sort of sheepish expression on the older man's face making his heart do traitorous flips in his chest. He giggled a little, pointing at the hat, "No, you look good. You always look good." Even if he couldn't have the non-stop weekend of sex like he had planned, it felt worth it to see Tony in a silly little hat, looking goofy but still finding himself painfully attracted to him. "No need, I haven't eaten since this morning in preparation, but I'll just take myself down to the cafe," he said, waving off the invitation as casually as he could. He wanted to go in, to see Tony in his own space more, but he remembered how previously it seemed that Tony wanted to keep his family life and his personal life separate, and he figured going into his home while the kid was there would cross those boundaries.
"There are leftover cake by the way, you sure th...." Tony was interrupted by the little girl in question who had big teary eyes. "Daaaad, it still hurts!" She whined but then looked up at Jehan. "Dad, that is the nice boy from the park!" She looked at Jehan curiously while Tony held her up. "Yes indeed... We were supposed to work on something but..." "But what, papa?"
