Daddy, Daddy and Me

Donny got off the bus and headed right like his GPS was telling him to. 3479 Blueberry Lane. Blueberry. He smiled again and shook his head. When he'd first seen the ad, he'd thought it was a joke.

It wasn't, though, and so he was going to give it his best shot. Since graduating with his degree in early childhood care, though, even his best shot hadn't been good enough. He was a man after all.

And a gay one at that.

He'd been interviewed for more jobs than he cared to count and the only silver lining he could find was that at least he was now an expert at being interviewed.

When he got to 3479 Blueberry Lane he'd expected it to look like a clone of its neighbors. It wasn't, though. This one looked like someone had taken the time to do some planning before it had been built. It was beautiful. He couldn't see anything in the fenced off backyard, but the flower beds weren't quite as neat and tidy as most on the block and there was a little shovel and a pail sitting in the dirt. Of course, kids would do that to your lawn, leave you with no time to care about what was actually growing in the beds.

He made sure he was all tucked in and that he didn't have anything stuck in his teeth before heading up the walk and knocking on the door. There was a bell, but if there were little kids there was always the chance they were sleeping and he didn't figure it would endear him to anyone if he woke the wee ones up.

"Just a second!"

Someone inside screamed. "No! No! No! Daddy Jeff! NO!"

Then there was a crash, followed by a wail from an infant.

Good Lord.

He hesitated for no more than half a second before he tried the door; they clearly needed help in there.