"Hi, mamma," I greeted over the phone. "I'm sorry I can't visit you, I have a cold."

I was wrapped up in a blanket on the bed, some time on this Monday afternoon. I felt so sick, luckily I was suspended so I don't have to call in anyways.

"It's okay, sweetheart, it's good so I won't get sick," my mom said.

"I guess I'll be able to see you in a week then," I said.

"How have you been?" My mom asked.

"Things have been going good," I said.

"Yeah? What kind of things?" My mom asked, hearing the tone in my voice I hoped she wouldn't notice.

"Well, I, um, I have a boyfriend," I muttered, feeling my cheeks warm.

My mother gasped on the other end of the line. "I need to meet him."

"I mean, we haven't even been dating for long, it's literally only been three days since he's asked me out," I said.

"Awe he asked you out, that's so cute," my mom cooed.

I frowned even though she couldn't see.

"As soon as you're feeling well again, you need to come here and bring him along," she stated. "What's he like?"

"Mamma," I complained.

"C'mon, this is the most excitement I've had since they let me eat that chocolate pudding two months ago," she said.

I laughed, but that ended in a cough.

"You need to get some rest," my mom suggested. "Get better soon so I can meet your boyfriend."

"Mm, yeah, okay," I muttered. "I'll talk to you later. Love you, mamma."

"Love you too, Frankie," she said.

We hung up and I set my phone aside. I wrapped myself up in the blanket, laying down onto my bed.

A few hours later and I woke up from a nightmare. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, feeling sick to my stomach. I hurried up to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet as the contents of my stomach escaped my mouth. I gagged, wiping my mouth on toilet paper before dropping it into the toilet bowl and flushing it all.

My doorbell rang, making me groan as I dragged myself down the stairs. I opened the door, seeing Gee smiling happily on my doorstep. He had a black skirt with a dark blue sweater, black thigh highs and black high heels.

"What's with the dark clothes, Princess?" I asked, my voice weird from being stuffy.

"I was just sad I wouldn't see you today at school," Gee said. "I was just dressing to my mood."

I stepped aside and Gee walked in while I shut the door behind him.

"You look like you're gonna die," Gee remarked.

I smiled, sniffling quietly. "'M not gonna die, baby."

"Go lay down, daddy," Gee said.

I went over to the couch, laying down on it and sighing contently. Gee covered me with a blanket and smiled.

"Are you feeling okay, daddy?" Gee asked.

I shook my head.

"Do you want something? Medicine? Soup? Anything?" Gee asked worriedly.

"Just some medicine, sugar," I said.

He nodded, heading over to the kitchen. Gee came back a minute later with medicine and a glass of water. I swallowed the pills, gulping half the water before setting it onto coffee table.

"Can I have cuddles, daddy?" Gee asked.

"You could get sick too, honey," I said.

"But I want my daddy," Gee pouted.

I gave a small smile, holding the blanket up to make an opening for him. Gee crawled in beside me, cuddling up against my chest. He hummed happily as I wrapped my arms around him to pull him closer.

"I told my mom we were dating," I said.

"Was she mad?" Gee asked worriedly.

"No, of course not," I denied. "She actually wants to meet you."

"Does she like me?" He asked.

"I don't know, actually, I never even told her your name. However, she does like the idea of you."

"Idea of me?" Gee asked in confusion.

"The idea of me dating someone," I explained.

"Oh, I don't think my dad would like me dating you," Gee said. "No offense, but he doesn't like you. I like you though, I like you a lot."

I smiled, kissing the top of his head.

"I'm sure my mom is gonna love you," I reassured.

I felt the medicine start to kick in as I felt a little bit better.

"Do you wanna put something onto the tv, sugar?" I asked. "We can watch a movie."

He nodded, grabbing the remote and flicking on the tv. Although, he didn't change the channel at all, just left it as it was and laid back so his back was against my chest.

"A-are you gonna be my boyfriend at school too or is it only at home?" Gee asked quietly.

"I'll be your boyfriend at school  too, princess," I said.

"Will you even hold my hand there? Like, in front of other people?" He questioned.

I bit my lip. "Um, yeah, sure."

Gee turned to look at me, a smile on his face as he kissed me cheek.

"You're the best daddy ever," Gee said.

I laughed, pulling him closer to me. He buried his face into the crook of my neck and I felt his smile against my skin.

"Do other people know you're here?" I asked.

"I told Mikey I was going to my friend's house," Gee said.

"Lying now, are we?" I teased.

Gee giggled. "It was only to Mikey so that way I can see you."

"Just don't be lying to me, okay, dollface?" I asked.

Gee smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, daddy."

I smiled, kissing the top of his head.

"Daddy, I know how to make you feel better," Gee whispered.

My heart started beating faster when I felt his hand trailing along my thigh.

"Yeah? Are you a doctor now?" I joked.

Gee nodded, ducking down under the blanket. I felt him mouth at the semi in my pajama pants. I groaned when he palmed me through the fabric, my heart about to race out of its chest. My pants were pulled down around my thighs as he kissed around the base of my quickly hardening erection. His warm, small mouth wrapped around my tip, making me gasp in surprise.

"Fuck, babydoll," I moaned.

His tongue swirled around the tip, making my head fall back. My hand slipped under the blanket to tangle in his hair. I pushed his head down a little farther, groaning deeply from the hot twisting of my stomach. My hips rolled up and down slowly, moving in and out of his mouth. Gee bobbed his head up and down, tightening his lips around me.

"Fuck, Princess, I love your mouth so much," I groaned.

The warm, wet feeling that encased me pulled off, making me groan in disapproval. Gee's warm breath could be felt on my erection as he trailed down, licking along the underside. My free arm fell over my face, covering my eyes as my mouth hung open. His mouth again wrapped around me, small mouth pulling his lips tight around me.

"Oh fuck, 'm gonna come," I muttered.

His tongue ran over the slit and that's when I lost it. The tight pulling of my stomach twisted tight and let go as I came. I moaned, rutting my hips up as my grip in his hair tightened. I came down from my orgasm, letting go of his head as I sighed quietly. Gee's head poked out from under the blanket as he giggled. Surprisingly, he had swallowed all of it this time. I pulled my pajama pants back on as he rested his head on my chest.

"You're gonna get sick," I muttered.

"Colds don't transfer in come," Gee said, his cheeks tinted red as I looked down at him.

"Yeah? How would you know  that?" I asked.

"They told us that in health class at my old school," he said. "They also said that doing naughty things while sick can boost your immune system. Or just in general, even if you aren't sick."

I laughed, stroking his hair softly. We stayed like that for a half an hour when my medicine was working fully. My stuffy nose was a little bit more cleared up now. However, now I could smell something slightly foul. And that smell was coming from Gee.

"Baby Gee, when's the last time you took a bath?" I asked.

Gee didn't say anything, just buried his face into the crook of my neck.

"Babydoll,  you have to shower," I stated.

"No," Gee denied.

"Excuse me?" I questioned.

"No baths," Gee said.

"C'mon, let's go up and give you a shower," I said.

Gee held onto me tight and shook his head.

"Sweetheart, why don't you want to take a shower?" I asked.

Gee said something but I couldn't hear it from his mumbling.

"You've gotta speak louder for me to hear you, kitten," I said.

"I-I don't want your tattoo to wash away," Gee whispered.

I sat up with Gee on my lap, lifting his skirt and seeing the tattoo still there.

"It's okay, it's only a little marker," I said.

"I don't want it to wash away," Gee denied.

I picked him up bridal style while Gee pouted, pushing me away.

"No! No showers!" He exclaimed.

I carried him upstairs to the bathroom, fighting to get his sweater off.

"Baby, you need a shower, you smell," I insisted.

"But it's gonna wash away," he pouted, crossing his arms to help keep his sweater on.

"We can draw a new one," I suggested.

"But I like this one," Gee stated.

"Tell you what, if you get into the shower then I'll cuddle with you all night," I suggested.

Gee bit his lip, sniffling and nodding softly. I smiled, and turned the shower onto a warm temperature. I pulled off my pajama pants, which was the only article of clothing I had on. I stepped under the warm stream of water and sighed contently. Taking showers while I'm sick has always made me feel better.

"C'mon, baby boy, let daddy hold you," I said.

Gee finished taking off his clothes, stepping into the tile shower with me. I wrapped him up in my arms, swaying slowly from side to side as the steam enveloped us.