Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
I liked toys and I liked dino movies and I liked lots of stuff.
But Daddy got his thinking face on and made thinking sounds. “I think you’re a boy who likes milk too.”
Oh.
Hmm.
Dally said I had to be careful talking about stuff that might make Daddy nervous…and milk might make Daddy nervous.
“It’s okay to like stuff but it’s okay to be nervous. It’s okay to want special time but it’s okay to go slow.” Yes. “And…and I like bottles too if I don’t have to hold them.”
That was not fun.
Daddy chuckled. “Your face.”
My face was scrunchy.
“Daddy holds the bottles if we need those, but I didn’t buy any because I don’t think we need those.” Daddy shrugged. “I have my own.”
Oops.
“Don’t fall.” Daddy was fast and caught me. “It wasn’t that funny.”
It was.
Dally was going to laugh too.
“You…your…Daddy…” My laughs made Daddy laugh.
“Okay, it was slightly funny.” Daddy shook his head. “Silly goose.”
Daddy was a funny goose, but he was a funny goose who needed cuddles for being brave. So I snuggled into him and petted his chest. “You did a good job, Daddy. You were brave.”
Daddy sighed. “You weren’t supposed to know I was nervous.”
Hmm.
“Sorry.” Kind of. “I’m smart too about that kind of stuff.”
And so was Dally.
“I think you’re smart about a lot of stuff, but yes, talking about it in this way isn’t easy for me.” Daddy kissed my head and snuggled me tighter. “But I’m not going to hide from something you’re very excited about.”
“It’s okay for me to be excited and you to be nervous. That happens a lot in special relationships.” Daddies could be nervous. Littles could be nervous. Subs could be nervous. “I can be excited for both of us.”
“I’m excited too.” Daddy sounded like he believed that but I wiggled. He wasn’t excited. “Silly goose. Don’t distract me.”
Now he was almost excited.
“I was making sure.” He seemed like his excitement came and went and came again. “I like cuddling with you and playing, Daddy. Especially if you let me win. We could watch movies or do stuff.”
We could do stuff.
I liked stuff.
“Besides nursing from Daddy, what kind of other stuff do you like?” That made me give Daddy a look and he huffed. “I’m not going to avoid it just because it makes me nervous. I don’t avoid other things because they make me nervous.”
Daddy liked being brave.
“I don’t like heights but I still learned to climb because I wasn’t going to let it beat me.” Daddy looked like he wanted to pout. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to take care of my little boy.”
“But we don’t have to rush.” Rushing caused potty problems and we didn’t want that. “We can talk about it.”
Yes, that wouldn’t be too brave.
Daddy was going to make himself be brave and end up with a tummy ache if he wasn’t careful. Spending all night on the potty wouldn’t make for a good date.
Even Dally knew that.
“I…I met a little friend one time and his Daddy was like you. Not smart like you but had milk like you.” His Daddy had been kind of grumpy and not smart like my Daddy. But that was okay too. “He said it made him feel happy to cuddle with his Daddy and have special time.”
That sounded like the best kind of Daddy.
“I’m glad you think I’m smart.” Daddy kissed my head again and snuggled me tight. “I can understand why it would make him feel special. I like the idea of taking care of you in a special way.”
Me too.
“I want a happy Daddy too.” I had to shrug when Daddy pouted. “I want cuddles and kisses and to wiggle on your lap.”
I showed him how I could wiggle and part of him got excited again. “I’m a good wiggler, Daddy.”
“Baby…” Daddy closed his eyes and he got even more excited. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Nope. Can’t die from that. Dally’s mom said so. ‘Blue balls won’t kill you, so don’t do anything stupid.’” She’d said she’d bury our bodies at the back of the property too. “But you’re cute when you’re dramatic, Daddy.”
I gave him another kiss as I wiggled. “Lots of excitement tonight.”
So we didn’t need to make Daddy nervous.
“Fuck, that’s…wait.” Daddy said another naughty word and opened his eyes. “You’re deliberately distracting me.”
Ugh.
Having a smart Daddy was going to be a lot of work.
Maybe I should’ve hoped for a stupid one?
“Don’t you like my wiggles?” No lying didn’t mean I had to tell the truth. Dally’s dad made sure we knew that…but he’d taught us that before he knew we liked other boys. It still seemed important, though. “I like wiggling.”
Daddy groaned but stayed focused. “You are sneaky.”
Aww.
He was so sweet.
“Thank you for getting excited, Daddy.” Yes, that was a better answer. “I like wiggly cuddles.”
“One of us is smart and stubborn.” Daddy grumbled but he was so cute I wasn’t worried. “I’m not too worried, baby.”