Published: April 8th 2022, 8:14:59 pm
Author's Note: This is a short chapter because we are nearing the end of this story. Stay tuned for the full PDF with the thrilling conclusion... coming soon!
"Jerry? Jer Bear? Look at me when I'm speaking to you."
Jeremy slowly turned around to face his father, terrified of what he's see. Sure enough his dad was holding his baby stuff in his hand - A cute bib, a bottle, a pacifier, locking plastic pants with bottles and babies crawling around on it.
"Care to explain, Jer Bear?"
Jeremy looked at his Dad, whose eyebrows were up and pursed his lips, shaking his head.
Dad came over and set the things down on the bed then sat down with his hand on Jeremy's leg. Jeremy whimpered.
"Look, I don't wanna make any assumptions, but you just told me you didn't like 'baby stuff'. Can you understand why I'm confused?"
"Dad..." began Jeremy. "I-"
Suddenly Dad's hand reached into Jeremy's diaper to tuck down his pee-pee. This sneak attack usually worked any time he was taped in pointing upwards due to an erection, but this time, Dad was unable to point it down because it was still rock hard. He quickly pulled his hand away, looking surprised. Jeremy closed his eyes tight, feeling like he wanted to drop off the earth. This was too much.
"Jer Bear?" Asked Dad's rumbly voice "...is there somethin' you're not tellin' me?"
"Dad! Why don't you mind your own business?!" Jeremy yelled, his face turning bright red.
"Don't you dare yell at me! I'm your father. Your life is my business!" Dad said, in a voice that made the whole trailer shake. Jeremy should have been scared, but he wasn't. He was angry. He had been pushed too far, and the humiliation of what had just happened was too great to face, so he pushed his dad away and lashed out.
"Just because Mom's gone doesn't mean you can use me as a substitute!"
Dad drew back, looking hurt.
"Jeremy! I'm not doin' that. You know I love ya..."
"Get a life, Dad! Go get a puppy or something!"
"You- Grrrr..." Dad's face went red, and he started to say something but stopped himself Instead he stormed out of the trailer, slamming he door behind him. Jeremy knew that Dad only did that to curse or cry and felt bad. He didn't really want to hurt his dad, he just reacted.
Jeremy got up and pulled on some pants. He thought he'd better look for Dad to apologize or something. But he still didn't know what he'd say about the baby stuff. Maybe he should just chuck it in the bin and then deal with it later. Sniffling and trying not to cry, Jeremy gathered it all in a big plastic bag and tossed it in the trash can, too ashamed of himself to even give that stupid baby stuff a second look.
Outside, he saw his dad in the car, head on the dashboard, buried in his crossed arms. Jeremy knocked on the Driver's side window.
"Dad? Are you okay?"