#daddy mike

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He was sooo tickled 🤭🤣🥰 i looove his laugh 🤗

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He finds [redacted] in his bedroom stacking lego blocks, Mike gets down onto the floor with him, "hey buddy, did you have a good day?"

"Yeah! Played in the yard," he says in his high pitched toddler voice.

"Oh, mom took you outside today, that's really nice, buddy. Can daddy play with you?"

"Yeah!" He pushes some of the blocks towards Mike and they stack them together and make cool towers until finally it's bath time.

"C'mon, buddy, it's time for your bath."

"More blocks," [redacted] whines.

"No, bud, no more blocks tonight."

"Please daddy."

"No, [redacted], it's time for your bath, you can play with your bath toys, your ducky and your little tugboat."

"Blocks," he cries, his little lip quivering.

"How about we take a few blocks with us into the bath?"

"Momma say no bedroom toys in the bath."

"The water won't hurt your blocks, buddy, but you can't take any other toys into the bath unless daddy says it's okay, understand?"

"Not 'less daddy say okay."

"Yeah, buddy, not unless daddy says it's okay."

[redacted] smiles, "These." He grabs a handful of big bright blue and yellow blocks to take with him.

Mike scoops [redacted] up into his arms and carries him down the hallway to the bathroom, he turns the water on to let the tub fill up while he helps [redacted] brush his teeth.

When the tub is full enough he turns the water off, double checks that the water isn't too hot and "do you need to go potty before you get into the tub?"

"No, daddy."

He helps [redacted] out of his clothes and lifts him into the tub, he hands him the legos and his ducky and the tugboat.

[redacted] splashes around in the water, giggling and smiling so wide; it makes Mike smile. As shitty as his day has been, seeing his son happy still makes him smile.

"Can daddy help you wash your hair now?"

"Play after?"

"Yeah, for a few minutes but then we need to get you washed up and dried off, okay?"

"Okay, daddy."

Mike squirts some of the toddler only shampoo into his hand and gets to work lathering it into [redacted]'s dark curls, he's nearly twenty eight months and still hasn't had a haircut, and Mike's not sure he wants to cut his hair anytime soon. El has mentioned it once or twice, but after her head had been forcibly shaved so many times during her childhood he'd have thought she wouldn't want to cut their son's hair unless he asked.

"Tilt your head back so we can rinse your hair."

[redacted] tilts his head back and squeezes his eyes shut while Mike fills the plastic bath cup and pours water over his son's head rinsing the shampoo out of it.

"Okay, [redacted], you can play again for a couple more minutes then it'll be time to get washed up and get ready for bed, okay?"

"Okay, daddy."

Mike watches as [redacted] plays with his toys in the water, clicking the blocks together, holding them in the water with one hand and running the tugboat into them with the other.

He hears [redacted] crying, she shouldn't be awake yet to eat again but he wants to go to her, to get her and soothe her but he knows El will, and that he can't leave [redacted] alone in the bathtub.

"Okay, buddy, it's time to get you washed up, can daddy help you?"

"Yes."

"You can still hold your toys while I clean you."

"Thank you, daddy."

Mike smiles, "you're welcome, buddy." He puts some of the toddler specific body wash onto a washrag and gets to work cleaning behind [redacted]'s ears and under his chin, across his back and chest and down his arms, and after just a few minutes [redacted] is all clean and ready to get out. Mike pulls the stopper to drain the bathtub, he lifts [redacted] out of the tub and places him on the bathmat in front of the tub. He grabs a big fluffy cream colored towel and wraps it around [redacted]. He grabs a second one, smaller, that he uses to gently dry [redacted]'s hair.

He picks his son up, still wrapped in the big towel and carries him to his bedroom, "let's pick out your PJs and then we'll go get a drink of water and go potty before daddy tucks you in, okay?"

[redacted] nods, Mike opens the dresser drawer and together they pick out a pair of soft yellow pajamas with little blue and green dinosaurs on them. He grabs a pull-up out of the pack and helps [redacted] put it on before putting his pajamas on. "Alright buddy, time to get a drink and go potty."

He takes [redacted]'s hand, the damp towel slung over his shoulder, and walks to the kitchen. He fills a plastic cup with water and lets [redacted] drink it. He looks into the living room from his place in the kitchen and sees El on the couch cradling [redacted] against her chest, the harsh glow of the television illuminating them.

"All done, daddy."

"Good job, buddy, let's go potty now," he takes the cup and places it into the sink, he'll come back and put it into the dishwasher later.

Mike's stomach grumbles as they head back to the bathroom.

"Daddy, hungry?"

"Yeah, buddy, I'll eat after I tuck you in."

"Momma maked really yummy food."

"I know, [redacted], I'll eat some soon," he says as he hangs the damp towel on the towel rack to dry. He puts the detachable potty seat into the toilet and helps [redacted] up onto it. "I'm gonna get your toys out of the tub so they can dry while you go potty," he tells [redacted].

"Not leaving?"

"No, bud, I'm not leaving," he grabs the toys from the bathtub and places them on a towel on the countertop to dry.

A few minutes pass, [redacted] uses the toilet, Mike gets him cleaned up and back into his pull-up and PJs. They flush the toilet together and Mike sets [redacted] up on the countertop to wash his hands. He helps him get enough of the liquid soap on his hands before turning the water on. Once his hands are clean and dry he asks, "do you want to walk back to your room or do you want daddy to carry you?"

He can see the way [redacted]'s eyelids are getting heavy, it's nearly eight now, he knows he's getting tired. [redacted] doesn't answer, simply reaches up and wraps his arms around Mike's neck.

Mike smiles, and picks him up, he flips the bathroom light off on their way out. [redacted] lays his head against Mike's shoulder as they walk.

He carefully puts [redacted] into his bed, pulls the blankets up over him and tucks him in, he presses a kiss to his forehead, "do you want daddy to read to you before you fall asleep?" He asks as he flips on the nightlight.

"Lorax," [redacted] mumbles sleepily.

Mike grabs the book and takes a seat on the floor next to [redacted]'s bed where he can see the pictures in the book and begins reading.

[redacted] grabs at him until Mike takes his little hand into his, it's hard to turn the pages of the book one handed but Mike manages.

"I love you, daddy," [redacted] mumbles, barely loud enough for Mike to hear between words.

"I love you too, [redacted]," he keeps reading the book even after [redacted] falls asleep. He carefully pries his hand from [redacted]'s grip, not wanting to wake him. He presses another feather light kiss to [redacted]'s forehead before leaving his bedroom, slowly closing the door behind him, it clicks softly.

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