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My cheeks flush as I turn my eyes down. "A nose kissy for your baby boy, Daddy. That’s me."
Waxley and Calloway’s Daddies always give them nose kissies. I see it, and even though I smile, I grow jealous.
How I’ve wanted a Daddy to do the same for me, to kiss my nose that’s just as deserving of smooches as my lips. Your lips aren’t the only part of your body that wants kisses, no. Your nose does. Your cheeks do. Your ears do.
Bryce nods. "You are my baby boy, BJ. My precious, strong boy who’s going to help Daddy on his next job, aren’t you? Right now, you must learn how to act on a job site, like TV Daddy is showing you."
I follow Real Bryce’s finger back to TV Bryce. "Dhump twuck." This is as good as I’ll get repeating him.
Real Bryce kisses my shoulder. "Say it again. Dump truck."
"Dhump twuck, Daddy." I begin to squirm.
Real Bryce pokes my side, making me squirm. "Be a good boy and Daddy will take you to the real-life construction site next weekend."
"Dump truck," I whisper.
TV Bryce smiles. "I heard you through the screen, BJ. Yes, this is called a dump truck. It’s a big truck with huge wheels that carries debris away from our site so we can work."
TV Bryce walks me all around the site. He tells me how to act, how to speak, how to name different machines, how to tell various types of soil apart, how to adjust my hard hat, how to don my reflective vest. He even tells me that he bought something for my teddy.
Real Bryce pats my knee. "Look what TV Daddy bought for Bob."
My eyes are glued to the screen. I’m drooling down my thumb and entire arm but I barely feel it.
TV Bryce pulls out the tiniest orange reflective vest ever. "Bob will wear this vest when he joins you. That way, he’ll be safe, too."
I start to cry. I don't know how or why, but I can’t control it.
Bryce pauses the video. "Hey, there. Tell Daddy what’s wrong."
"You’re so nice." I turn around to face him, my heart hammering in my chest. "I didn’t expect you to be. I figured you’d tolerate me, but you’re going a step further. You’re making me feel valued, cherished, loved. I’m not a freak, not when I’m with you. I belong. I matter. You see me, Daddy. You see me for the construction Little I am."
Bryce tilts my chin up. "I can’t wait to take you on your first job site. This has been a long time coming, sweet boy. I know you’ve wanted this for years, and I’d be a fool not to share this joy with you. This wonderful, incredible joy that we’ll cultivate together. Like a candle that won’t stop burning once we light it. Give your trust to me, baby boy. Hand me your faith that I’ll care for you properly and won’t let you down."
More tears fall out of my eyes. They trace the curve of my nose, before slipping onto my lip. I can’t tell what’s drool and what’s tears.
"I do, Daddy."
Bryce leans in and kisses my nose again. "Another nose kissy. Someone must be doing something right tonight."
Every part of me is melting. "Me, Daddy. I’m the boy who’s doing something right."
I’m a good boy, yes I am, a good boy in Daddy’s arms.
Bryce doesn’t kiss me on the lips. Not yet. He presses me close to his chest, holding me tight.
I feel so good that I almost let go. "Oh, Daddy. I’m going to make lemonade."
Bryce promptly lifts me up and carries me to the baby mat in the corner. He lays me down, then pulls off my onesie.
I refuse to watch as my cock springs up and boings against my tummy. It’s so hard that it’s humiliating.
Bryce pulls a diaper out of a package. "Have you ever worn one of these, boy?"
I shake my head. "Never with a Daddy," I sniffle.
Bryce lifts my hips, then slides the diaper under my bum. He powders me, humming to himself as he works quickly, because he knows I need to go potty.
