The Little Chapter Eleven: Scented Letters

Chapter Eleven
Scented Letters

"Scented letters and butterfly kisses
Leave deeper marks than knives
Because you can't forget"
Lyrics by me

"Dear Arthur..." Alfred mumbled while he scribbled the words on a piece of paper with a purple crayon.
"Too formal. Just call him Artie." Jackie assured him. Jackie was one of Alfred's daddies. Alfred's other daddy, Robert, would learn about the letter later. It was gonna be a surprise. (Even thought the letter wasn't for him, but Jackie said he'd like it anyway.)
"Dear," Alfred erased part of 'Arthur', "Artie," He paused.
"What should I write?" he asked quietly. Jackie waited a few moments before answering.
"Whatever you want him to know." he replied.
"Hmm...okay." Alfred mumbled. He started writing.

Dear Artie,
Hello! This is Alfred. I just wanted to say that. I mean hello, not my name. Does your leg feel okay? If not, have your mummy kiss it. Robert says kisses make everything better. Okay I love you bye!!
Love,
Alfred Fitch Jones

P.S. I wrote my middle name!! What's yours?
P.P.S. I like purple, but don't tell anyway cus purple isn't cool, you know?

Alfred licked his lips and smiled proudly. He held up the paper for Jackie to see. Jackie picked it up and read it. He smiled and shook his head, handing it back to Alfred.
"Good job." he said with a thumbs-up. Alfred giggled and gave a thumbs-up back.
"Let's go show it to Robert." Jackie suggested. Alfred's eyes went wide. He blushed and looked away.
"Aw, but it's..." he thought of what word Arthur would say, "Private. A-And and-"
"But you let me see it. Besides, he'll love it." Jackie messed with Alfred's hair.
"Yeah, I guess." Alfred covered his face in embarrassment, the whole 'I just wrote a love letter and people are reading it' thing now hitting him. Well it wasn't really a love letter, but it kinda was. I mean, he said he loved Artie. So it was a little.
"Come on, he's reading in the parlor." Jackie said, taking Alfred's hand, which was a bit awkward seeing as Jackie had to lift it off Alfred's face. Alfred giggled and pulled his hand back. Jackie let out a 'rar' and pulled it back. Alfred burst into giggles and squished their hands against his cheek with all his might. Finally Jackie won the battle by picking Alfred up and lifting him over his shoulder, Alfred squealing the whole time and yelling "Ahhh Jackie put me down~!".
When they reached the parlor Jackie let Alfred down, and Robert looked up from his book.
"Hmm? What mischief are you two making?" Robert asking with a muffled laugh. Jackie grinned.
"Oh, Alfred just made something." he said, putting his face into an unconcerned pout. Alfred laughed and said "Stop it Jackie stop it!". Of course Jackie didn't.
"Oo~oh, I see. What sort of something?" Robert asked, his eyes gone wide and his hand covering his mouth. Alfred laughed harder.
"A letter sort of something." Jackie said with his grumpy face. He looked around, then at Alfred.
"Do you have the letter?" he asked. Alfred replied "no" through his giggles. Jackie's grumpy face left and he puckered his lips while lifting his eyebrows.
"I'll go get it." he said. He strutted off, his movements that of an exaggerated diva. Alfred was now on the floor laughing. He had calmed down by the time Jackie walked back in. Alfred sat up and looked around, anywhere but at Robert. He flushed as Robert read the letter. And Alfred had forgotten, now everyone knew he liked purple! He squealed in embarrassment and buried his face in his hands. Robert laughed lightly and smiled, the kind of smile that Robert only gave when he really loved something. Or someone. (He was often flashing Robert these smiles, to which Alfred always 'ew'ed and stuck out his tongue.)
"It's lovely, dear." Robert said, handing it back to Alfred.
"I'm sure he'll love it." Alfred smiled against his palms.
"O-Okay." he whispered. Robert laughed and kissed Alfred's head. Alfred uncovered his face. Apparently everyone was sitting on the floor now. Alfred must have missed that while he was hiding.
"You know what the best kind of letters are?" Robert asked. Alfred shook his head.
"Scented letters." Alfred shook his head and Robert nodded. Jackie had a silly grin on his face and Alfred wondered why.
"When I was a little boy, Jackie wrote me a letter. He sprayed his daddy's cologne all over it, and I could never get the smell out of my head." Robert shook his head.
"Still can't, actually." Alfred smiled as he parents exchanged looks. Alfred almost giggled but his parents were being lovey dovey again, which was kinda gross. Even if Alfred and Artie were lovey dovey sometimes too. But that didn't count.
"Let's go put an envelope on this, shall we?" Robert said while wiping his eye.
"Sounds good." Jackie replied with a nod. Alfred nodded too.
"And we should spray it, too!" Alfred cheered. Jackie's smile widened. Robert bit his lip.
"Alright alright, you boys do whatever you want." Robert said. He got up and left the room. Jackie and Alfred got up and went to 'the daddies room'. Jackie pulled out a drawer in the dresser, and pulled out a bottle. He sprayed the letter then put the bottle away.
"And now for the envelope." he said while wiping his nose. Jackie sometimes did that when he was thinking. Alfred nodded and followed Jackie into the kitchen. In the closet where the envelopes, and Jackie pulled one out and put the letter inside. He licked and sealed it. Grabbing a pen off the table, he wrote down Arthur's address. Apparently Jackie had it memorized. We was good at those sort of things.
"Ready." Jackie concluded. He picked up the letter and him and Alfred walked outside, barefoot, to the mailbox and put it in for safe keeping.
"Bye~." Alfred whispered and blew it a kiss. Jackie smiled. And with that an adventure ended.