"That's the hope," Daddy says. "Enough about my work, though. How was your day? Did you get some homework done?"
I tell him about my day as we get the stuff together for dinner. We're making lasagna tonight. Our conversation is easy and constant as Daddy directs me on the next steps. He lets me layer the noodles in the pan and add the vegetables and cheese while he adds the meat and sauce to each layer.
"Okay, we have about forty minutes before that will be ready," Daddy says. "How ever should we pass the time?"
"Sex!" I say the word way too enthusiastically and Daddy cackles at my outburst. It makes me giggle too.
"How about a shower?" He asks. "Together, naked, soapy. Daddy is a little gross after that long shift."
"Deal." I take his hand and we head to the bathroom. This is a far different vibe than last night. I strip out of my clothes happily and turn the water to just the right temperature.
We take turns getting our hair and bodies wet. Despite how tired I know he is, he still washes my hair for me. I do the same for him, making sure to wash down his body as well. He stops me from giving him a blowjob, which I'm disappointed about, but we finish our shower and head to his bedroom. He grabs some clothes on his way through the closet. My disappointment doesn't last long, though. He pulls me close to him and kisses me with passion.
His arms hold me tight against him, our naked bodies pressed together from shoulder to toes.
"I love you, baby." He whispers the words softly into the room.
"I love you too," I say back just as softly.
He pulls back and I can see the change, his Daddy side coming out like the flip of a switch. "Let's get you dressed and we can watch a movie. How does that sound?"
I nod and let him focus his attention on me. I know he's wanting to forget about work when he's not there. We talked about it briefly yesterday so I'm not pushing the matter tonight. I do bring up the other thing, though.
"My mom texted me," I blurt out as he's helping me into my training pants. "She apologized and invited us over for dinner on Friday."
"Do you want to go?" Daddy asks. He cups my face in both his hands, searching my eyes. I don't have an answer to that.
"I don't know," I say honestly. "I miss my family, but I also was really sick and scared that day. I don't know if that's easily forgivable for the things we both said."
"That's up to you, baby." He kisses my forehead. "Whatever you want to do, I'll support you. I'll also protect you if anyone, and I mean anyone, makes you upset."
Chapter Twenty-Two
"Stopfidgeting."IgiveTyler a look. The look. We're heading over to his parents' house for dinner. We talked about it some more on Tuesday, if he wanted to go or not. I was completely on his side no matter what he chose. In the end, he decided to go.
I know the nerves are getting to him as well because he's been extra bratty this week in his Little space. Wednesday, after he got home, he went straight into an attitude. He wouldn't let me help him get dressed, then he refused to clean up his toys. I ended up sitting him at the table for thirty minutes in silence. No TV, no books, no coloring. On Thursday, he had another test for one of his classes. I don't know how he did, but he definitely wasn't in a good mood afterward. He fought over what I made for dinner, wanted to watch TV instead of getting ready for bed.That time, I had him go lay down in his room. When I went to check on him after almost an hour, he was playing with his toys and apologized to me immediately.
"I shouldn't be nervous about this," he says. We're only a few blocks away from his family's house. "I mean, I know you haven't met them yet, but it isn't like this is a big reveal of me dating a guy or anything."
"That's not why you're nervous," I say. "The last time you were here was less than ideal for you and you're worried it's going to happen again. Which it won't, because I won't allow that. We'll eat dinner, make polite conversation, and then we can head home and you can get some Little time in. Maybe without the timeouts this time?"
"I'm sorry about that," he says. "I know I haven't been ideal this week."
"It's okay," I say. I reach over and lay my hand on his leg. "You know I don't mind it, but you're pushing the bedtime rule and I'm not okay with that. Not when you work the next morning."
"Can I push it tonight?" he asks. Tomorrow is Saturday and we're set to hang out at Garrett's again, but that won't be until lunch time.
"Are you okay with me being a bit more forceful with your punishment if you do?" I glance over at him and see his smile widen. His eyes are light. "I'll take that as a yes."
"A very big yes," he says.
"What's my rule, though?"
"No pushback on my medicine." He says it quickly and with a tone that says he's repeated this rule a hundred times. I'll make him repeat it a hundred more if needed.
"That's my Boy," I say with a matching smile. "And your safe word?"
"Traffic light system. Red light to stop, yellow to slow down and talk about it."
