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Life will probably test us like life is apt to do, but we’ll emerge stronger. Together. With our Daddies by our sides.
Bryce kisses the top of my head. "Tell your friends that you love them, BJ."
"I love you, Waxley and Calloway." I get shy as my vision blurs.
Waxley nods in agreement. "I love you, too, BJ."
"Me, too," Calloway says.
"Now, why don't you three boys wet on our laps?"
Calloway, Waxley, and I hold hands as we close our eyes and go. Our Daddies rock us, cradling our bums, humming lullabies, kissing our heads, and making us feel so safe.
Nothing can hurt me, nothing can stop me from being who I truly am.
"I feel so good, Daddy." Waxley clutches my hand tight, and holds Wren’s with the other. "So safe."
Bryce leans down and whispers in my ear, "I’ve got you. I’ll protect you. I will never ignore you, never choose a book over you, never overlook you again. You’re special, BJ. More special than you could ever know. And I love you."
Bryce loves me. Loves.
I squirm on his lap, letting his love wash over me. "Thank you, Daddy. I feel the same about you. You will keep me safe, I know you will. You’ll wrap me in your big arms and press me to your body, not letting anything bad happen to me. No scaries can get to me or make me afraid. No one can limit me—or tell me that I’m not strong enough to enter a job site. With you, I can do anything. I can follow all of my dreams, and together, you and I can conquer the world."
I take Bryce’s hand and bring it between my legs. I want him to rub me. To feel me. All of me, all of my parts.
I have a cummy after I make my lemonade, but I don’t let it distract me. I don’t even move or flinch. I stay still on Bryce’s lap, letting my big strong protector hold me. Just hold me. Never let me go.
Waxley’s eyes widen. "I want to play again!"
Calloway and I get squirmy on our Daddy’s laps. "Us, too!"
Bryce lifts me up, then pats my bum. "Why don’t you and your friends leap in the stuffy pit? Us Daddies will clean up your coloring and bead painting station."
Calloway, Waxley, and I take off toward the stuffy pit. We laugh as we leap in, splashing in the pool of stuffies. They fly all around us, and when I pop my head up, they crash against the sides.
I lob a stuffy at Waxley, and we have a stuffy fight. We don't stop until Conner blows his whistle at us. Calloway is the first to exit and explains to Conner that he didn’t want to fight, not really, he was simply tagging along and we roped him into it. Conner pats Calloway’s head and calls him the bestest behaved boy at Little Land, and that he’ll give Calloway a sticker later.
Calloway is such a tattle tale, oh my gods.
We leap toward the dance floor, then boogie to lullabies all over again. Then, we strip out of our onesies and jump into the hot tub.
"Cannonball!" Waxley splashes in.
I go next. "Watch out, incoming!"
Calloway tests the water with his toe. His onesie is only half-removed, and he doesn’t want to enter. "I’m scared."
Greyson approaches Calloway from behind and smothers him in a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich type of hug. "You know the rules."
Calloway squeals as Greyson removes his onesie, then pushes him into the hot tub. He splashes with us, then zooms duckies this way and that, coursing through the bubbles.
I find a pair of goggles and put them on. Under the water, I look at my friends.
To my surprise, both are hard.
Waxley and Calloway’s wees touch tips as they get super close to splash together.
Well, I can’t miss out on the fun.
