“Are you ready for your brownie?” Okay, so maybe I wasn’t going to complain about giving him another treat. It’d turned out to be a damned good bribe. “I guess I’ll eat it if you don’t want it.”
“I do. I eat.” Scooping up bubbles, he put them on his head. “Scrub.”
He was going to make a mess.
“I’ll help you get all clean.” I was starting to understand why Daddies scrubbed. Littles were too enthusiastic to keep water in the tub. “Then once you’ve got jammies on, we’ll get your brownie.”
Nodding, he got a second wind with the promise of another round of dessert. “Then teeth and bedtime.”
Calculation was sliding into his smile as he widened his eyes and tried to look as cute as possible. “Bedtime is ‘portant, Daddy.”
I was prepared this time… but he was good.
Running the soapy cloth over this chest, I nodded. “You’re right because if you go to bed on time then we can have breakfast tomorrow.”
Ha. Got him.
“Breakfast?” He blinked, clearly not expecting that response.
“I was thinking that if you went to bed like a good boy, I could come over in the morning and make you waffles.” He seemed like the type to find those more special than pancakes and I was glad when his eyes went wide again. “Would that be our third date?”
The distraction was too tempting so he started telling me about all the toppings that could go on the waffles. By the time that I’d cleaned him thoroughly without looking nervous over special bits, we’d decided that syrup was just fine this time but next time we’d do strawberries and whipped cream.
Someone had the biggest sweet tooth I’d ever seen.
“Come on, cutie. Time to get you dried off.” Putting the toys in the right baskets took forever, but I wasn’t going to be the idiot to tell the Little not to clean up his toys. “You did such a good job.”
“All done.” Waving his arms around almost took us both out but holding his hands kept us both safe as he stood. “Good helper, Daddy.”
Chuckling, I kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
I took a chance and released his hands while I grabbed his towel. It was a tense five seconds but I had him wrapped up before he could crash into anything else. “There we go.”
Getting out of the tub was another worrisome step in our plan but we made it work with only a tiny slip. “Safe, Daddy.”
Bullshit… bubbles were dangerous.
“I’m glad.” I didn’t believe it but it made him happy to fake it. “Let’s get you dried off.”
“Then brownie, Daddy.” He barely got the words out before a yawn cut him off. “I… brownie, Daddy.”
He was very food motivated.
“That’s right and then waffles in the morning.” Running the towel over him, I took in the way his cock plumped up but mostly ignored it since that was what he seemed to be doing. “Then we’ll have to figure out what we want to play after breakfast.”
From what I remembered of his schedule he never left the house on Sundays, so it seemed like a safe plan.
“Oh. ’Toons, Daddy.” He yawned again as I hung the towel up. It seemed like he was going to say something else but he got distracted as I picked up his undies. “Orange, Daddy.”
“They match the carrots on your jammies.” I could remember food and matching accessories. “You’ll have to show me your other clothes tomorrow.”
The excitement in his voice every time he said shopping said there would be more clothes.
“Yay.” Thankfully, he was careful as he stepped into his undies. “Show, Daddy.”
Show?
“Are you going to do a fashion show for me?” Before he could answer, he looked down at the front of his underwear.
