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“Yes.” Trying not to bounce, I nodded but then froze like a statue. “Daddy?”
I remembered.
“Yes?” He gave me another head kissy and hugged me tight. “What’s on your mind?”
I leaned in and whispered. “Are you going to tell Cohen I was naughty?”
Daddy went very still before taking a deep breath. “No, cutie, I won’t tell Cohen you were naughty. He knows you’re a good boy.”
Good.
Curling into Daddy, I snuggled against him and felt much better. “I didn’t want him to think my being pouty made you a bad Daddy. You’re the best Daddy, even when I’m naughty.”
Hugging me tight, Daddy gave my head another kiss. “You’re never naughty. You just forget that you’re important and that I like being your Daddy. But I know you’ll remember soon. It just takes a while sometimes, but I’m patient.”
And there was always the corner again…
“Thank you, Daddy.” Yawning, I snuggled closer. “I’ll be good and I’ll ‘member.”
“I know you will, cutie.” Daddy gave me a long hug, making happy huggy sounds, and then pointed at our dessert. “How about we have our ice cream before it turns into soup?”
Giggling, I nodded and Daddy helped me to sit down on the floor so I didn’t spill my ice cream soup on him or the couch. As we ate, Daddy told me about his day and about how much fun he had with Archer and Declan.
“Archer is nervous about meeting you, but what do you think about having dinner with them soon?” Daddy waited for an answer, but I just shoved a big bite in my mouth.
He tried being very good and not giggling, but he coughed and I knew what that meant. “What are you thinking, cutie?”
I wanted to take another bite, but I thought that might get me back in the corner, so I sighed. “Um, big me or little me? Does he know about little me? Does he know about Cohen? What does he think of littles? What does his Dom think of littles? Does he know that I know that he has a Dom? I didn’t cheat and gossip, but Eli was, well, he was very excited.”
I shrugged.
It wasn’t my fault Eli told me everything he knew.
He just said something about covering all the bases and being fair?
Eli was weird.
Daddy finally chuckled and leaned over to kiss my head. “You worry too much, cutie. Yes, I told him about you and Cohen. He knows you’re both very important, and he knows you’re very cute. But he doesn’t want to make you nervous, so we don’t have to talk about little stuff or subby stuff and we can all pretend to be vanilla and boring if you want.”
That made me giggle.
Daddy could never be boring.
“But you don’t mind if he knows I’m little and you’re my Daddy?” Everyone at work knew about little me, so ignoring it seemed silly…unless he wouldn’t like it? “What would he think?”
Meeting new people was hard.
Daddy stroked his hand over my head and smiled. “He’s just happy that I’m happy, and he might’ve been a bit surprised I had two wonderful men in my life. But he would not mind you being little at all, and he didn’t seem too surprised that I was a Daddy. So it’s all fine.”
Good.
Oh.
“What about Cohen?” Daddy couldn’t leave him out.
Daddy shrugged. “I’ll figure it out. I want both of you to meet Archer and Declan.”
He was confident enough I didn’t worry about it. Daddy would fix it. “Okay, Daddy.”
As we finished, I snuggled up against Daddy’s leg and rested my head on his thigh. He made a happy sound and petted my head. “I think I have a tired boy.”
Before I could tell him I wasn’t too tired, he said the magic words. “How about I give you a bath?”
A bath?
My head popped up and I wiggled closer, quickly deciding that baths were much better than trying to stay big. “Bubbles? Binkie?”
“And toys.” Daddy kissed my head and took my hands. “Zoomies to the bathroom, cutie.”
Hurry, hurry, hurry…bubbles.
Chapter 20
Bishop
Even yawning and with drooping lids, Ian zoomed to the bathroom, bouncing on the balls of his feet and wiggling excitedly. “Bubbles.”
Like I was going to forget.
“Yes, bubbles.” Kissing his head, I looked around the tight space. It was clean and very grown-up looking. “Do you have bubbles?”
I was pretty sure a variety of soaps would work, but I didn’t want to test out odd things on his skin unless I absolutely had to. Thankfully, Ian nodded and collapsed in a heap of giggles in front of the vanity.
Yep, he had bubbles.
At least a dozen bottles were crammed under the sink next to extra rolls of toilet paper and a variety of cleaning supplies. But nearly every inch of leftover space had some kind of toy or bubble product crammed in.
Which one?
It wasn’t an easy answer, and Ian’s excited wiggles said he was waiting for me to pick the right combination.
