His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

During the ‘get to know each other’ phase, Aiden and I also thought it would be best if we continued living apart. That evening we spent together in the clinic changed a lot of things for us, but there was still real life and the real world. I didn’t want to change things for Bobby too quickly. Plus, Aiden and I had just reconciled. We were mainly worried about messing things up again. Our love was tested once, and we had failed. We were being way more careful the second time.

Maybe we were overcautious, but at the end of that, all three relationships were stronger.

I was looking out the window when I saw Aiden’s car pull up. I knew he would be up in a couple of minutes, so I left my perch and went to fetch Bobby. He was mostly ready, so there wasn’t much I had to do.

The door opened a few seconds later — I gave Aiden a key ages ago — and his ever-familiar voice reverberated through the house. “Hello?”

Bobby perked up and ran out of the room before I could do anything. I could hear the two of them talking. It was too quiet to make out exactly what they were saying, so I went to join them in the kitchen. I stayed against the wall because I didn’t want to interfere too much with the reunion going on between the two of them.

“So, um, do you want me to call you Dad now?”

“If you want,” Aiden shrugged, kneeling down to Bobby’s height. “I know this might be a bit confusing. If calling me Aiden is easier, we can keep doing that. Whatever you want.”

Bobby turned around to look back at me. His eyes looked inquisitive, but he didn’t say anything before turning back around.

“I think I’ll call you Dad. I like the way it sounds.”

Aiden chuckled and then mussed Bobby’s hair with his hand. It seemed like the two of them would continue to get along swimmingly. I knew even if today didn’t go well, Aiden wanted to put in the work. He told me he had already missed out on eight years, and he wasn’t planning on missing another second. Hearing that made me feel horrible, though I knew that wasn’t his intention. He was just expressing his emotions which we all entirely valid. And he always made sure to tell me he didn’t blame me for how things turned out.

We were healing together.

“Would you like to go back to my house? I would like to talk about the two of you moving in with me.”

“Yes!” Bobby lit up. He loved going to Aiden’s.

It was his family’s old mansion. Aiden said he hadn’t lived there since moving out right after I left, but since he was going to be spending more time in Aspen, he wanted to make a home of the mansion. I’d been taking Bobby over all the time. He’d even spent a couple of nights there just the two of them. Our son had grown to really love the place.

Bobby ran to his room to grab a few things giving me a little bit of time to speak with Aiden.

“That went well,” I commented, trying not to grin from ear to ear.

He looked down, somewhat hiding a blush. “I’d say so. I didn’t think he’d want to call me Dad so soon, but I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair.

Gently, I slid my hand under Aiden’s chin and tilted his hazel eyes to mine. “Yeah, he loves you, Aiden. I mean, how could he not.”

I gave the father of my son a quick peck on the cheek but couldn’t do more before Bobby ran in. He knew Aiden and I were together in that way adults were sometimes, but I’d never brought anyone around him in that context. I was still getting used to having different parts of my life come together, but I was excited.

I looked down at Bobby, who was carrying his little bag. It was all the toys he’d want to play with and whatever books he was reading. Aiden had quite a lot at his place, we set it up like that, but there was always more Bobby wanted to bring, so we got him a little travel bag to fill up with whatever he wanted.

“Are you ready to go, baby?”

“Mmhm,” Bobby nodded.

I didn’t need to take anything because Aiden made sure to stock up the house with enough stuff for all three of us. And, the first time we spent the night at the mansion, I made sure to take care of whatever he had missed. It was just Bobby who liked to bring more and more over.

Soon we would be taking everything we owned there.****

After a long night of eating whatever food Bobby wanted and playing whatever games Bobby wanted, we were finally able to get him to go to sleep. Our son was full of energy and excitement, probably from everything that had happened, but that energy couldn’t last all night, and he finally tuckered himself out.