Davis sleepwalked almost every night. One of the reasons he had begun seriously working out was in the hopes of exhausting his body too much to get out of bed. But, like clockwork, he was standing in his underwear in his sons room. Eli was used to this by now. His father would take a random item from his dresser or bedside table, and leave the room, cradling it in his arms like a baby. This time, though, Davis wouldnt grab any arbitrary trophy or picture frame. This time, Eli would supply his father with something closer to a real infant.
As quietly as he could, Eli lifted his boyfriend out of bed. Thank goodness Jesse was a heavy sleeper, or none of this would work. Davis shuffled aimlessly around the room, then stopped. In front of him was his son, standing on his tiptoes and holding Jesse above his head. Eli looked up, at his tiny boyfriend lying sleeping in his hands. If he woke up now, Jesse would see Davis massive pectorals, together nearly wider than the boys outstretched body.
As quietly as he could, Eli lifted his boyfriend out of bed. Thank goodness Jesse was a heavy sleeper, or none of this would work. Davis shuffled aimlessly around the room, then stopped. In front of him was his son, standing on his tiptoes and holding Jesse above his head. Eli looked up, at his tiny boyfriend lying sleeping in his hands. If he woke up now, Jesse would see Davis massive pectorals, together nearly wider than the boys outstretched body.