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The bunny books?
Did he have more stuffed bunnies in general?
“All the bunnies.” I wasn’t sure what I was promising, but his giggles said it was hilarious. “All the bunnies that fit in cuddle time.”
More giggles.
“Silly boy.” Shaking my head, I reached for the loofah again. “Alright, sit up for me.”
Keeping my touch as neutral as possible, I went back to washing his chest and moving lower as he sat up on his knees. His laughter made it impossible to worry about washing his cock and getting the rest of him, though.
Little Ian thought it was hilarious.
And soft Ian didn’t seem to care one way or the other.
“All done.” Aside from some random stray bubbles, I thought I’d done pretty well. “Now jammies.”
As I helped him out of the tub and wrapped him up in his towel, he curled into me and yawned. “Books, Daddy?”
Nodding, I was more focused on keeping him from dripping all over the room than what he was actually saying. “Yes, once you’re all set then we’ll find a book.”
It was my turn to laugh when he let out a soft snake sound. “Ssssss, Daddy.”
Ah, yes.
“Books. Yes, silly boy.” So much attitude in such a sweet package.
I was starting to understand why he didn’t seem to show his little side to his work friends. Grown-up Ian was quiet and professional and polite, but little Ian was sassy and cute. They were almost like two different people.
And one went very fast.
When he started to bounce, naked and still not completely dry, I shook my head. “Walking to the playroom, cutie.”
I gave him a stern look as he giggled and gave me a completely unbelievable nod. “Walking.”
I kept one hand on his shoulder so the zoomies didn’t have him running into a wall. He pretended to sigh and made an exaggerated slow walk as we headed into the playroom, picking up his legs like he was some kind of dinosaur. “Waaaaalking, Daddy.”
Laughing would’ve definitely been the wrong response, but it was so tempting. “Cheeky boy.”
More giggles escaped my sassy boy as we finally made it into the playroom. “Walking.”
Now he was moving with long exaggerated steps like he was in a cartoon show. Snickering, I ruffled his hair and sighed. “So silly.”
As he laughed, we sat down on the floor by the closet and he pushed off the towel to sort through his pajamas. Naked little Ian was just as enthusiastic with his jammies as clothed Ian had been, but this time his naked bottom was bouncing as he dug.
It was so cute.
And today my cutie wanted to be a cookie. Giggling, he held up black jammies that were covered in the chocolate chip treats. “Cookies.”
“You’re the sweetest cookie ever.” Crouching down beside him, I kissed his head. “My cute cookie.”
He gave me an eager nod, curling into me and snuggling up with his jammies in hand. “Cutie?”
Huh?
Taking a stab, I nodded. “Yes, Cohen would think you’re a cute cookie too.”
Giving me a soft happy giggle, he snuggled and yawned, finally starting to lose the battle with exhaustion. “Stay?”
“Yes, cutie. It’s a sleepover night.” Because there were a few things I wanted to talk to him about in the morning…but for now, it could wait.
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“Muffins?” Ian came in wearing his cute jammies, rubbing his eyes and looking barely awake, and I couldn’t figure out if he was big or little.
“Yes.” Setting the pan on the top of the stove, I tossed the mitts on the counter and walked over, opening my arms invitingly.
He stepped in and buried his face against my shoulder, snuggling close. “Good. Thanks.”
That didn’t help either.
His sleepy voice wasn’t giving me anything to go on, so I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. After a few minutes, he rubbed his face against my shoulder and sighed, a very grown-up sound.
“You’re welcome.” Stroking my hands down his back, I kissed his head. “Good morning.”
“Morning, Daddy.” His snuggling started having a firming effect and his soft giggle said he finally noticed. “You’re very awake, Daddy.”
Giving his ass a light spank, I squeezed it and smiled as he groaned. “Because I have a sexy boy wiggling against me.”
He shook his head, hiding now, not snuggling. “I’m not sexy.”
I was assuming it was because of the pajamas, so I snorted and spanked him again. “I don’t want to hear that at all. You were cute last night, and seeing you now when you’re grown-up and snuggly, it’s a nice reminder of how sweet you were.”
He sighed then groaned, and I had to fight the urge to laugh. “Aww, don’t be sweet, then I can’t pout.”
Would I fail at being a Daddy if I giggled?
Shaking my head, I gave him another pop. “I reserve the right to be sweet anytime I want to. But if it would make you feel better, I’ll help you take off your jammies and feel you up as I dress you in regular clothes.”
