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Hell, I hadn't given aliens a second thought until I met Arlo a few days ago.
"No."
Arlo sticks his tongue out. "You must guide me, Daddy. Otherwise, I won't know where to see my favorite aliens."
"There'll be volunteers we can ask to lead us around. They'll do a better job explaining than me."
The thought of attempting to lead Arlo through the different exhibits cracks me up. If this were the museum of the worst stock swing trades in history, I'd be an expert guide. But aliens? I might as well be leading Arlo through a museum about trigonometry.
Arlo lets out a sigh. "I won't go in unless you show me the exhibits. That's your duty as my Daddy."
Warmth floods my heart. All at once, I realize Arlo isn't joking. Part of his Little kink is wanting his Daddy to be his guide. He never had a strong father figure growing up, and he likes the idea of me teaching him things.
I bring my lips to Arlo's. "Okay, cutie pie. I'll show you around the exhibits."
Arlo squeals and claps his hands. "Yay." He twirls and leaps in the air. "My Daddy's my instructor. I'm so excited to learn about aliens."
I pull the tickets out of my pocket, and hand one to Arlo. "Here you go, boy. We need these to get in."
Arlo grins and flashes me a full glimpse of his green braces. "Look at the sign, Daddy."
Arlo points to a sign in the middle of the sidewalk. I squint as I try to read it, and I groan when I see what it says.
Aliens under three get in for free!
"Come on." I slink my arm around his waist. "Follow Daddy."
* * *
It doesn't take longfor us to stride into the museum. Arlo bounces with excitement the entire time. When we reach the receptionist, Arlo barely has it in him to hand her his ticket.
"I need to see your tickets, sir." The receptionist cocks an eyebrow at Arlo.
She wears bright green glasses and a t-shirt with a space station on it. Her acrylic nails contain images of galaxies. Her eyeshadow sparkles like the Milky Way. I let out a snort when I see the spaceship necklace around her neck, and force myself not to laugh.
"Here you go." Arlo beams as he hands her his ticket. "Thank you."
I hand her my ticket, too. "Thank you, ma'am. We appreciate it."
She files the tickets away and taps something on her keyboard. Her eyes widen when she registers something on the screen.
"You're in luck." She turns the screen around so we can see it. "It's National Father and Son Day. Your boy gets two vouchers for free alien popcorn."
I shake my head. "We're not father and son, ma'am. We simply—"
Arlo clears his throat and pushes me aside. "Thank you." He smiles at the receptionist. "My dad and I are grateful for the reminder. We can't wait to dig into some alien popcorn."
The receptionist hands Arlo the tickets. "Enjoy." She waves her acrylic nails at Arlo. "I hope you like your time at the museum."
I smack my forehead as Arlo leads us away from the receptionist. I watch his perky ass shaking his khakis, and let out a groan of mammoth proportions.
I can't believe this boy lied to the receptionist. Doesn't he know that it's a bad look to tell people we're related? It stigmatizes the community, and gives people into consensual Daddy kink between non-related adults a bad name.
"Arlo." My voice is stern as I stop. "I can't believe you insinuated we were father and son."
Arlo tucks a strand of hair over his ear and turns to face me. His blue eyes lock on mine, and I find myself falling. Time stops as we make eye contact, and my heart swells in my chest. This boy is my everything. His cuddles are so sweet, and his naughty mind sends my sex drive into overdrive.
I make a note to build another snuggle fort the second we get home. I'll ply him with vegetables and ranch dressing and never let him leave.
