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He didn’t give me much to work with but he nodded. “I like juice and I liked cuddling with you and…and I might be orally focused based on a few things I’ve read.”
That was not a surprise.
“Then this will probably be relaxing no matter what headspace you’re in.” I hoped it was my calm tone that helped him relax, but as he leaned back into me again, I still wasn’t sure.
“When I was in high school, the popular girls got it into their heads that bottles and binkies were cool.” That was much easier to talk about than anything regarding his own preferences. “I don’t think they were little, but it was some kind of fun game to them.”
People were interesting in all kinds of different ways.
“What did you think back then?” He wiggled as he thought about my question and pulled out the next wrapped package.
“Um, well, I thought it was weird but a lot of things girls did at that point was weird.” He grinned as I laughed. “Yeah, but when I saw them, I kept imagining what it would be like. I thought it was just because it was different, but now I don’t know.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being curious about something and trying it. Then you get to decide if you like it and you want to do it again or you don’t.” As he revealed the binkie I’d bought him, I gestured toward it. “You might not like that and you might decide you like your thumb, or you might like something else.”
Stefan was studying the binkie carefully, turning the plastic-wrapped package over in his hands as he studied it. “I like my applesauce.”
He’d found that incredibly relaxing.
“You might like the binkie or you might not. I just wanted to give you a chance to explore.” I was working at keeping my tone as neutral as possible, but I wasn’t sure what he was thinking.
“Would…would you like to see me with the binkie?”
Okay, maybe too neutral.
“I’ll answer that, but you have to promise me that you won’t do something just because I like it, and you won’t hide something you’re curious about if you think I won’t like it. We’ll both have limits, but we can always find things in common.”
“You’re a worrier, but yes, I promise. Kenzie told Alick and Lorne that he thinks all Daddies are worriers.” Stefan offered up that helpful piece of knowledge as he opened the bag the binkie was sealed in.
“I know. I got a lecture about that. He thinks it’s something genetic that’s tied to the genes that make people Daddies and Mommies.” He was insane. “But really it’s just that Daddies and Mommies know all the shenanigans littles can get up to and it’s exhausting to think about.”
Stefan’s laugh escaped before he could catch it. “I’ll let you be right, Daddy.”
My snort got another giggle from him. “Thank you.”
He seemed to be feeling good because he reached behind himself and poked my side. “My question, Daddy.”
“Excuse me.” My offended tone got another giggle. “Very well. Yes, I loved watching you suck on your snack before and I would love to see you suck on a binkie. It’s not sexual but it’s just…adorable. It’s going to be perfect.”
And he giggled again.
“Thank you for being honest, Daddy.” His cheerful grin said he thought I was adorable too and he even turned around to kiss my cheek. “I’ll try it when we read a book?”
“I would like that.” Giving his cheek a kiss, I nodded toward the bag. “You’re not done yet.”
He got an excited wiggle as he turned back to the present and pulled out the last two items. “Oh, he’s so cute, Daddy.”
The same bear that was decorating the bottle was now in his hands and the bear was holding a small soft blanket that Stefan immediately started rubbing between his fingers. The fact that the bear's T-shirt and the blanket were decorated with little books made it seem very Stefan. “It’s so soft.”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about the blanket or the bear because he was petting both of them. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome.” I gave him another head kiss, but he was completely focused on his presents.
Wrapping one arm around the bear, he unwrapped the last one and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Oh, a bookmark.”
He laughed as he read the inscription on the metal bookmark. “If I can’t take my book, I’m not going.”
It’d seemed perfect for the cutie who brought a book everywhere with him, even the grocery store.
