Chillax, Old Man!

Written by: LJ

This is in response to a WL Spring Drabble Challenge


“I’m s-sorry,” Micah hitched, cuddling closer to the broad chest of the man who moments ago had soundly spanked him. “I didn’t think you’d even know that word.”

“It was the connotation, my boy; not necessarily the word itself.” Jeremiah dropped a kiss on his Brat’s head.

“I got it from the television.”

“Which is why all gadgets are off limits for the next two weeks, and you are still going to clean up that mess before TJ get home.”

“But Miss Muffin is his cat.”

“And you’re the one who deliberately dumped her food all over the kitchen floor.”

The End