Tough Little Boys

"No baby I'm not gonna hit uncle Dustni." Chris nodded.
"But he is gonna get all fat and mean." Rick giggled.
"Hush you."
Rick hummed, a mischevious grin spreading across his face.
"Jr, go to your bedroom. Uncle Chris and I have some grown up talking to do."

Jr frowned, pouting at his father.
"Ew awent doing to bwe bad wike Pawpaw and Dustin and make babies awer ew?"

"TO your room Jr." Rick repeated sternly.

Jr didn't move.
"No. Mwomma wont eber tome back if ew do!"

"We're not going to but we need to talk Jr. Go." Rick repeated. "Or I'll give you a spanking mister."

Jr didn't move. Rick had never spanked him before, plus he was worried. His daddy was good...Not like uncle Dustin...Uncle Dustin was bad.

"Baby please? Ineed to talk to your uncle Chris very bad baby."

"But......No....I downt twust ew." He trusted no one to stay alone without being bad.

"Fine. Your uncle chrissy and I were bad... like papa and uncle Dstin."
"What???" Chris blinked incredulously.
Rick gave him a look tha said play along.

Jr blinked, his small eyes watering up.
"B-Bad daddy.....B-Bewrry bawd Daddy....Anwn untile Twis.....I-I....I-I hatw ew!"

"Shit..." Rick cursed to himself. He didn't want his child to hate him... even if they were jsut playing pretend...
Chris knelt down.
"Hey.... don't be mad at your daddy kiddo..."

Jr slapped Chris, wailing and hitting him again.
"I hate ew both! Downt eber tawlk two mwe again! Bad daddy! Bad daddy downt cawer bout mwe or mwomma! I thought ew was better dan Dustin and PawPaw! Ew awer worst!"

"Rick!" Chris cursed. "Nice job! No baby, no, your daddy was just kidding. We didn't do that!"

Rick just cried harder.
"Im twelling mwomma!!!!"
He ran from the room as fast as he little feet would carry him.

"Shit! Rick!" Chris cursed. "The hell were you thinking?!"
"I'm thinking we shoudl show Dustin what the fuck it feels like." Rick shrugged. "I'll tell Kevin. I really hope he beleives me..."

But Did he not care that his baby hated him? He was the spiteful to hurt his own family?

"Rick.. you're fucking shit up." Chris shook his head. "Let me deal with my problems, don't bring yourself into them, worry about your family."
"You ARE my family Chris. You're right after Kev and my babies."
Chris sighed heavily and shook his head.

Yes, Chris was AFTER his lover and babies but look at what he was doing? He had just sent his son away in tears and God knows if Kevin would ever come home now.

"Chris, this is important to me.."
"Rick... stop..."
"No..."
Chris sighed and leaned on his brother.

Jr tripped in his hurry away, falling down the last few years and breaking his arm, wailing louder in pain before crawling up and toddling out the house.
He was lost in under an hour.
Rick had just hurt his child. Could he not have just stayed out of it?
Kevin would never forgive him....
Where was his child?

"I'm going out to find Jr." Rick nodded.
"I'll help." He followed right behind and they looked everywhere for the small child.

Jr was gone.
No one had saw him.
but no one knew he was gone.

Rick immediately called Kevin, praying he would pick up.

Kevin did, sighing into the phone.
"What is it Rick?"

"JR IS GONE!!!!" He exclaimed, almost in tears.