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"Dwight, remember to bring Philip's blanket from his room" Jim yelled out, reminding his husband to get the blanket Philip couldn't take a nap without. Jim sat in the kitchen in his boxers and ratty t-shirt from college, doing his best to feed Philip, who seemed more interested in blowing bubbles with his overabundance of spit, rather than eat mushed up apple and beet puree at 8 in the morning. "Got it" Dwight called out, swooping down to press a quick kiss to Jim's cheek and Philip's forehead, as he made his way into the kitchen tightening his tie.
"Daddy" Philip called out, making grabby hands at Dwight. In the process of doing this he spit out and knocked over more of his breakfast onto Jim. Jim stared at Philip in defeat, his boxers and shirt were officially drenched in the puree Dwight had made earlier this morning. "Great" Jim sighed, getting up from the chair to grab a washcloth and wipe off the food from Philip and his high chair. "Our baby is making you look like a fool" Dwight said, proudly smiling at their son and booping him on the nose. "Well we know who's genes he got" Jim laughed, before flicking some of the puree onto Dwight. "Hey, I already am dressed" Dwight complained, quickly wiping the puree before it stained. "Don't worry Dwight the puree matches your shirt perfectly" Jim cheekily smiled. "You're insufferable" Dwight said, but a smile was on his face, as he looked at his husband adoringly. Jim laid a kiss above Dwight's brow, "I think Phillip is done with breakfast, so I'm going to go clean him up and change the both of us." Dwight smiled at him, "sounds good. I'll pack our lunch. Ham and cheese, right?" Dwight asked, a cheeky grin on his face. "Of course" Jim replied, smiling back at his husband.
Philip started to fuss in Jim's arms, so he took them both upstairs to the bathroom to clean Philip up. "You are so messy Mr. Philip" Jim said to his son, peppering kisses all over his face as he cleaned him up. Philip giggled, the feeling of his dad's feathery hair tickling his skin and the barrage of kisses was making him squeal in laughter. "Alright buddy" Jim said, picking up Philip and taking him to his and Dwight's bed, "let's go change into our work clothes and get ready for the work day." Jim changed into a baby blue dress shirt and his black slacks. He started the knot of his tie as he made his way over to Philip, who was sitting on their bed in the center, surrounded by pillows. Jim scooped up his son and took him to his room, Philip chewed on Jim's tie and soaked it in his spit. "Alright let's stop chewing on daddy's tie and get you dressed" Jim said. He took Philip's dirty night shirt off and put on his sons favorite navy blue sweater, that had a firetruck on it, paired with jeans. Philip kept kicking his feet up when Jim tried to put his shoes on. "Alright we'll leave the shoes for daddy to deal with" Jim said chuckling, picking up Philip again and taking him downstairs.
"All finished?" Dwight asked, looking up from his oatmeal. "Yep and you are on shoe duty" Jim said smiling innocently at Dwight. Dwight sighed, Philip had been going through a phase where he hated shoes and preferred to walk around barefoot. It was adorable at first, but become a real issue when they had to go places or when Philip would join Dwight while he was farming. "Great" he mumbled, pushing the bowl of oatmeal to Jim. "We have 10 more minutes before we have to leave for work" Dwight said, shoving his own oatmeal in his mouth to emphasis the importance of eating quickly and getting to work early. "Oh Dwight, Philip and I already promised each other we would be arriving late to work today. Sorry honey" Jim said, smirking. Dwight glared at his husband, "Philip will be arriving to work early like me, his favorite father" Dwight said. Jim shook his head, "I'm the favorite dad. Phillip was chewing my tie last time I checked, so I think i'm the favorite" Jim said, showing his soaked tie to Dwight. "Go change your tie, idiot" Dwight said, curling his nose at seeing Jim's wet tie. Jim smiled, "it'll dry before work don't worry." Dwight looked like he was going to disagree, but he changed his mind in favor of seeing Philip playing on the ground. Dwight went over to sit on the floor with Phillip, giving Jim time to quickly eat his breakfast. He smiled at the sight of seeing his husband and his child playing together.
He was excited for "bring your kid to work day." Both him and Dwight worked from 9 to 5 everyday and sometimes longer then that. It was hard for them to be away from Philip all day. They they had made a schedule where they would have 2 half days a week and while they were at work, Philip would be with Jim's parents, but a being able to have Philip all day with them would be a fun change and one both were looking forward to.
"Okay I'm finished" Jim said, making his way to the sink to put his bowl in. Dwight clapped, "alright Philip, let's get to work" he said, picking his son up from the floor. The two parents got their stuff they needed for work, as well as all of the things Phillip would need so that he wasn't fussy while they worked.
The battle to get Philip's shoes on was a tough one, but Dwight was victorious this time. They quickly buckled Philip into his car seat and made their way to work. "I can't wait to see what Michael has planned" Jim said. He had his left hand on the steering wheel and his right was being held by Dwight. "Probably some very interesting things" Dwight said, squeezing Jim's hand. Jim smiled over at Dwight, when they had stopped at a red light. "Love you Dwight" Jim said, pulling Dwight's hand up to his face and kissing it. Dwight smiled back and lightly blushed, "love you too" Dwight responded. Philip giggled from the back, clapping his hands. Jim looked at him through the rearview mirror and laughed at their son. "He's in his own world back there" Jim smiled. Dwight turned his body to look at Philip and gave him a proud look. "Yeah he is" he said with a laugh.
Philip clutched at Jim's collar, as they made their way into the building. Since he was so little, he got shy being in new environments and seeing so many people at once. "Hey honey, this is where daddy and I work" Jim said, pointing at the lit up office. Philip looked at Dwight and then at Jim and then buried his face into Jim's neck. Jim patted Philip's back gently, "it's okay Philip" he said, whispering so that Philip would be calm. Dwight reached over to ruffled Philips hair. "It's okay Philip. Daddy and I will be here all day with you." Philip got out of his spot from Jim's neck and looked at his other dad. He reached his chubby hand out and grabbed onto Dwight's finger. Dwight smiled at their son, "you ready to go to your desk?" he asked. Philip nodded, his face lighting up at the prospect of having his own desk and being able to "work." Dwight took Philip from Jim and led him to his desk. Jim stood there for a second, surveying his husband and his child together. "God I love them so much" he thought to himself with a smile, before he to made his way over to his desk.