Jake was in shambles, oh the poor man. You were fine. Tough, and ready to continue onto your day at work. But Jake.. oh, he couldn’t leave the damn lobby of the preschool. No, he was sniffling into your shoulder as he watched his son walk happily into his classroom with a little toddle to his step.

Jake was hiccuping, and blubbering, and was dragging his feet along the ground as you led him out to the car. He was so grateful that he had you to take care of him, and that you never judged him for showing a less what was considered to be “masculine” side of himself.

Why was he bawling?

Mac’s first day of preschool. He had gotten so used to hanging out of home with the kid, spending time with him and doing daily tasks, that once you dropped him off at him he just felt so lonely, and it didn’t feel right.

He knew it wasn’t him being like his father and that he wasn’t a failure for finally enrolling Mac into school, and he probably would’ve been if he didn’t get the toddler started in preschool. It still hurt like hell though, because he took his leave of absence from the NYPD to take care of Mac, and now he was alone.

He wasn’t upset about his leave of absence, he was upset about the absence of his son. So, of course, he texted you.

{{user}} i miss my baby can i please go pick him up from school