The Kid

Hugo is now one year old.

He is going to live the whole two dad’s, two mum’s thing, thing his entire life, even if the two, actual, dads hadn’t been decided upon yet or, at least, are somewhere in his future. In his future, let’s hope the Christian’s shit their pants. (It’s always good to make the Christians shit their pants)

“It’s good for them,” I said. “Have it confirmed for them yet again that most of the world couldn’t give a toss what they believe in.”

“You are, kind of rabidly, anti-Christian,” said Ben.

“Sadly, one has to be to counter their rabid Christianity.”

“Now is not the time for anti-Christian diatribe,” whispered Natalie in a gruff voice.

Ah Natalie? I don't make any effort with her. 

Sometimes it is like Ben and I have a son, Hugo, or at least it will be when he starts to connect with his surroundings and talk in full sentences. He’s a cute, happy little chap. He spends most of his time with his mother, and his dad time doesn’t generally include me. Oh yeah, I know it should, the way to your boyfriend’s heart if through liking his kids, but, I'm not really that guy. Oh, I like Hugo and all, he's pretty cool, but I am happy to wave them off on whatever adventure they are going. 

Amy and Ben both have good jobs, they are both lawyers, they just seem to cope. Amy moved back up to Melbourne from Torquay, and she bought a house near Ben and I.

Not that I see Hugo a lot. He’s at Ben’s place with Ben, mostly, when his visits are on. But sometimes Ben arrives at the door with Hugo with him, they look adorable together, fatherhood suits Ben. They arrived the other day in matching jackets, which, I know, is pretty hideous, but also adorable at the same time. Not it’s not, but I am based, naturally.

The kid can have him. I’m exhausted, this constant work thing is, just, really constant. And kids are hard work. Full on. I’m ambivalent about being cool Uncle Josh.