“I doubt it was your boy’s idea.” No, that mess had Nicky’s name written all over it. Law shut off the water and hurried back to the dining room. He did not trust the two boys to be alone any longer.
“Do not touch that cat!” He ordered just as Nicky reached down beside his chair.
Nicky straightened before holding his hand up innocently.
Law grunted in response. There was no way in hell he would be the one giving murder kitty a bath if the cat got covered in sauce. Law would head for the door and not look back, without feeling a bit of guilt.
Moving around the table, he pointed at Liam. “Hands.”
Liam held up his hands and Law attacked each finger with the washcloth before scrubbing his face. Liam squirmed, trying to get away, but Law was faster. Once he was happy that most of the mess was clean, he strolled over to Nicky.
“Bad sharks don’t get playtime,” Law stated as he started on Nicky’s hands.
Blinking up at him, Nicky pushed out his bottom lip.
“That would be more convincing if you didn’t have sauce all over your face,” Law told him.
“If your clothes stain, I don’t want to hear any whining about it,” Jude said as he entered the dining room, carrying the two plastic plates for the boys.
“But, Daddy!” Liam in fact whined. “You were taking forever and we were so hungry.”
Jude shook his head while placing the plate in front of his boy.
Now that Law had Nicky at least a little less saucy, he grabbed the bib. The bright blue bib with fish was perfect for the little shark. Snapping the cloth around Nicky’s neck got him a grin before Nicky reached for his plate.
At least Liam was trying and failing to use the thick plastic fork that Jude had given him. Nicky had gone straight for the noodles with his fingers.
Since Jude had disappeared back into the kitchen, Law picked up the other bib and caught Liam before he could drop anything on his jammies.
“Tanks, Unc Law,” Liam said with a wide smile.
“You’re welcome, boy,” Law returned. “Just try to keep the food out of your lap.”
“I try.”
That was the best that he could ask for. He backed away from the table to finish helping Jude in the kitchen. Law couldn’t help looking back over his shoulder as the giggles started.
He’d known that he was a Daddy during his first break after completing basic training when he’d gone into LA with some other recruits he’d become friends with. They’d found a local club featuring BDSM and demonstrations. Law’s friends had only stayed long enough for a couple of drinks but Law had found himself mesmerized. Everything in the club had been thrilling, new, and right.
Law had gone back the next weekend by himself.
It took time, mostly due to his young age, but eventually Law began to connect with other Doms and found a mentor. He tried it all, not knowing what he was looking for exactly. Just knowing that something special was out there.
Three months into his apprenticeship, his mentor had brought in a Daddy and little couple. When the pieces had clicked into place, Law couldn’t believe it. The trust the little had in his Daddy was everything that Law had been missing from his own life.
At nearly fifty years old, Law could admit that he’d expected to already be settled down with a boy of his own. That hadn’t happened, even though Law had given it his best shot.
The boys that Law had dated had been great. He was even still friends with some of them. The experience he’d gained in his youth would serve him now when Law felt like it might finally be his turn. He smiled as Nicky slurped down a long noodle. Law had just been waiting for the right boy.
Chapter Three
Nicky
Stretching his arms over his head, Nicky yawned then opened his eyes.
Liam’s painted playroom walls greeted him as soft morning light filtered in from a slit between the curtains. It had been a good night. After eating the best meal ever, he and Liam played for hours, way past their normal bedtimes, before Jude had read them a bedtime story.
Law had even stayed until Nicky had drifted off to sleep. Which might have been the reason that Nicky had dreamed of Law all night long. Good dreams too where Nicky was loved, spoiled, and maybe spanked a time or two. It made sense with the unexpected playdate that had unfolded.
