Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Yes, my special boy needed special undies.” He was so excited he collapsed back on the bed and made it easy to get the undies and his soft cock into place. “Look at you. So cute.”
“Mine.” Klynn looked down at himself, wiggling side to side. “My undies, Daddy.”
“Yes, your undies and your jammies.” The thick training pants-style underwear weren’t for every little, but I’d guessed right when it came to my boy. “Special boy.”
That got a pleased sound from him, but he was too distracted to react much and just went back to staring in awe as I started putting his jammie pants on. When he was finally dressed, he sat up and studied his clothes before looking up at me. “Daddy.”
I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, so I gave him a kiss on the cheek and pushed away frustrating thoughts. “Ready for another present?”
He blinked a few times, gaze bouncing between his jammies and me. “More?”
Was he tracking everything I was saying?
“Yes.” Giving him another kiss, on his forehead that time, I stepped back and kept my expression light. “I have a surprise for my boy.”
“Presents.” Perking up, he gave another wiggle and sat up on his knees. “Please, Daddy.”
So still a lot littler than usual but tracking more?
“Such good manners.” After a quick peck, I went back over to the dresser that had the same IKEA feel, but just designed longer and lower to the ground, and pulled out his first real present. Wrapping everything hadn’t been practical but doing a few seemed fun and I was glad I’d prepared a few more special types of presents. “You’ve been a very good boy.”
He liked hearing that but he was too engrossed with the idea of a present to remember how much he loved being good and following the rules.
“So special present for a special boy.” Picking out the box that would’ve been too big without packing magic giving me some help, I brought the present I’d wrapped in balloon paper over to the bed. “Here we go.”
Shocked was the only thing I could read on his face as he stared at the brightly colored box with red and yellow balloons floating around on a blue background. He seemed stunned, making me wonder again how they did presents.
Was that just an Earth thing?
Americans went overboard on any kind of shopping, but I’d seen people giving gifts all over my world. The traditions and reasons varied but we seemed to like giving at least small tokens on special occasions.
I’d hoped he’d come back to life as I sat down beside him but that didn’t happen. So as I put it in his lap, I kissed his head and gave him a small prompt. “You can rip the paper or open it carefully. Every boy does it different and they’re all okay. It’s just about being excited and having fun opening it.”
Had that helped?
“Daddy.”
Maybe?
Okay, hands were moving, so I was counting that as progress.
“Daddy, look.” He didn’t open it but he was talking again and had noticed the balloons, so I was counting that as moving in the right direction. “Balloons.”
“Did the boys in your books like balloons?” I wasn’t sure if he had an opinion or not, so focusing on the characters seemed like the best plan.
He nodded and smiled.
Even better…it meant his mind was coming back online.
“Yes.” His smile quickly faded into something more thoughtful. “No popping.”
Ah.
“Is popping scary?” What was the issue with it?
He shrugged.
“Messy.” His frown grew more exaggerated like he was trying to show me how serious the situation could be. “Scary. Broken.”
So popping was bad because it just led to negative things.
Got it.
“When you get a balloon, we’ll do our best to make sure it won’t pop.” I wasn’t sure I could promise it wouldn’t break, but we could do our best. Klynn wasn’t destructive, so it’d last quite a while.
“Hmm…” He dragged out the thinking sound as he traced one finger around a red balloon. “Wren’s Daddy fix?”
Did thinking of Toman as Wren’s Daddy make it less stressful?
Was this just a little headspace thing?
“Yes, Wren’s Daddy is very good at fixing things. We heard about his bubbles.” Pretending to pout, I gave a long sigh. “I can’t make bubble castles.”
Wren’s need to brag about everything his Daddy could do bordered on ridiculous, but with the oversharing the other littles did, I could understand the competition.
I just wasn’t going to play that game.
I knew I was the best Daddy and didn’t need to prove it to anyone.
“Aww.” Klynn kissed my cheek and gave me a big smile. “Present Daddy.”
So present Daddies were better than bubble Daddies?
“Thank you.” It seemed like the best response and got a happy giggly sound from Klynn. “Are you going to open your present?”
Just getting it seemed to make him happy, but eventually he’d see what was inside, right?