“I’ll take that noise as a sign I should get back in the kitchen. Luna is going to head on back with me, but there are plenty of other kittens to play with. Your Daddy and I can set up a playdate for you and Luna some other time if you like.”
Konnor nods rapidly. “I’d LOVE that. We can set it up, can’t we, Daddy? Pretty please!”
“Yes, pretty boy, we sure can. I’ll talk to Nellie about it.”
My boy spins in a circle, his hands clapping like he has energy he needs to expend. It’s the cutest fucking thing, and I’m not the only person thinking that. A few people around the restaurant smile and nod my way. Janelle giggles while Luna and Nellie head back to the kitchen with big smiles.
As far as first dates go, I think I’m crushing it. Now to convince him to have about a million more with me.
Chapter Seven
Konnor
Last night was more than I could have ever dreamed of. As far as first dates go, it was absolutely perfect. Daddy was so attentive. The man made sure there wasn't a single moment that I questioned what was going on or what would come next.
Dinner was delicious. Nellie went above and beyond with the food, providing a variety of treats for us, all of which I was able to eat with my hands.
When we got back to Daddy’s place, we did exactly as he said. We got ready for bed, me in an oversized t-shirt and him in just his pajama pants. Then we climbed onto his ultra soft mattress, and he held me all night long.
It was absolutely perfect.
Waking up this morning feels better than any sleep I've had in ages. I'm excited to see what the day is going to hold. Will we have more fun like we did yesterday? Will it just be a lazy day here at his place? Will he want to come to my apartment?
The thought makes me stop short. I don't have as much to offer him as he does. My life isn't as exciting, nor do my thingsreflect that. I have only the most basic necessities. Not a fully furnished place that looks ready for a family.
“What are you thinking about so hard over there, pretty boy?” Daddy asks me. His voice is deep from just waking up. I like that I get to hear this version of him. It feels more personal somehow.
I smile as I listen to the quiet surrounding us for a moment before I answer. “Just wondering how we ended up here.”
The arm around me pulls me closer to his chest. “Well, you see, once upon a time, someone invented this thing called a car. It works with a battery and runs off gas, though there are some that are magical and you plug them in like a toaster.”
I giggle at his description. “I know what a car is, Daddy. I'm not looking for that kind of explanation. It's more like I don't know how we got here. How I ended up calling you Daddy. And now how I'm your boy. It all feels like it moved so fast.”
The smile on his face doesn't dim one bit. If anything, it's steady and reliable, just like he is.
“Are you upset about anything that happened last night?” I shake my head at his question. “And at any point did you want to use your safe word?”
“Absolutely not. That's not even a thought that crossed my mind.”
Daddy presses a kiss to my forehead. “Then all is well. You and I had a good time, which means overthinking it is just going to lead to one or more of us being upset. If we're happy, then I say we leave it be. Why should we question how long something is meant to take? I saw you and knew that I wanted to be a part of your life. When we got to talking, I realized you might be just what I had been searching for. Why do we have to question that?”
His tone is so sincere, it makes me wonder why I'm questioning it at all. That in turn just confuses me because now I've jumbled it all up. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in.
The scent of Daddy and fresh linen sheets fuels me. It revives the confidence I felt the night before while we nibbled on food at the restaurant.
“I'm sorry for doubting us, Daddy,” I tell him. “It's hard for me to accept that good things can sometimes come my way.”
He shakes his head. “No apology is needed. You have every right to question my motives. Things are new between us, and we have a lot to learn about one another. What I want to reassure you of is that I'm here to support you whether that's at work or when we're alone like this. I want you to know that I have your back. Part of my caregiving goes beyond simply feeding you or making sure you get enough sleep. It's also about your mental well-being.”
I tuck my face into his chest and wrap my arms around his back. “Okay, Daddy. In that case, can we have more snuggles this morning? You're really comfy.”
He laughs, and the sound vibrates against my cheek. “Sure thing, pretty boy. I'm happy to give you whatever you need. Let's spend another fifteen minutes or so in bed, then we'll get up and get some food going.”
He doesn't say it as a question, but I nod anyway. It feels like a perfect morning to me. One I could get used to if I'm not careful.
I stop the negative thought instantly. Daddy just reassured me that there’s nothing to worry about. If this were a normal relationship—though what is normal?—I wouldn't be this doubtful. It's because there’s so much happening all at once. That has to be the reason.
With that piece of the puzzle in place, I shut off my mind, close my eyes, and allow myself to relax against him. Daddy'sdeep breaths soothe me and lull me into a state of being that's so comfortable I nearly fall back asleep
