Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Rubbing his tummy as the bear on TV started off on an adventure, I kissed Addison’s head and thought the chances of him choosing to be an adult were slim to none. He was delightfully stubborn about some things and I had a feeling he liked hiding from the hard parts of life.
Yep.
I’d been right and it only took an episode and a half to prove it.
When his bottle was empty and he’d nibbled on a few veggies and a handful of cut-up grapes, his hips wiggled back and forth and his thumb slipped between his lips. That was new enough that I knew it was a signal of something.
It just took me a few seconds to guess the obvious.
My first thought was that I needed to find the binkie I’d bought him, but when he wiggled again, it finally clicked that I was seeing my little bunny do a potty dance.
Addison was still focused on the show and wasn’t giving any signals that he was coming out of his younger headspace, so I just kept rubbing his tummy and watching the show with him. After a few minutes, there was a distinct bulge at the front of his costume and his wiggles had stopped.
I’d guessed right.
Okay, I was Daddy and I knew what to do.
One online Daddy with a sharp wit and low patience for stupid people had made it clear changing a diaper wasn’t rocket science, and I kept playing his grumpy voice over and over in my head. It was a wet diaper. I wasn’t rebuilding the Roman Empire or even doing my Tuesday run that seemed to always be filled with assholes.
I could do it.
Addison said I was a great Daddy and I wasn’t going to let him down by worrying about something I genuinely didn’t have a problem with.
I was a great Daddy.
I was a confident Daddy.
I was a coordinated Daddy who could change the diaper of a wiggly rabbit.
When my peptalk started getting slightly out of hand, I kissed Addison’s head and tried not to smile at my ridiculousness. “Alright, Addy rabbit. We’re going to pause Little Bear and get you cleaned up. Then we’ll finish seeing what happens with his friend.”
Addison sighed and pouted around his thumb as I paused the show, but he wasn’t frustrated enough to complain out loud so I knew he wasn’t too upset.
“Up, Addy rabbit, I’m stuck.” Squirming back and forth, I groaned and pouted, getting a grin from him. “I’m stuck. You have to help.”
At the very least he had to move because I was trapped between him and the couch.
With more silent laughter and a few dramatic flops like he was a slightly dead rabbit, he finally rolled off of me. “Thank you. I’ve got a big bunny.”
For some reason that was so hilarious he actually snickered out loud, but he quickly got it under control and reached out to help pull me up. “Thank you.”
When I was off the floor and he’d stopped giggling enough to be able to safely hop to the nursery again, I gave my happy boy a kiss on the forehead and a big hug. “Come on, Addy rabbit, we’re going to get you all clean and have lots more fun.”
Until he decided he was ready to be human again at the very least.
Chapter 19
Addison
“Wake up, Addy rabbit.” Daddy snuggled closer and wrapped his whole body around me as he kissed the back of my head. “Do little bunnies eat pancakes?”
Just hearing the word made my stomach growl.
Daddy heard it too and chuckled. “Hmm, I’m not sure about that, but I know princesses do and I know cute subs do and I know loveable boyfriends do.”
Ugh.
I wasn’t ready to be big but my sigh escaped and my tummy rumbled again.
My body was fighting against me.
Daddy held me tighter, and I had a feeling that if I’d been wearing less layers, I’d have been able to feel his erection…or maybe I just wanted to be able to feel his because I had one.
“Princesses and cute subs also get to have other kinds of fun with their Daddies too.” Rubbing slow circles over my tummy, Daddy made a thinking sound. “Just thinking about all that fun makes me wonder what kind of fun my snuggly boy wants.”
That was a very good question.
“He might want to stay a cute bunny or he might want to be a cute little bear.” Daddy’s second option sounded good because I hadn’t been a bear yet, but he kept going to tease me. “He might want to be a princess while we have breakfast. Oh, he might even want to be a naughty sub. But I shouldn’t talk about that if you’re going to be my sweet Addy rabbit.”
When had Daddy learned to be so manipulative?
We were going to have to talk about what he’d been watching online.