“I figured you had. He’s…clingy. And anyboywould be after being-“
“I have not, nor will I, talk about my sex life with my brother.” I hissed, anger boiling under my skin. “Oakley will be cherished, with or without sex. If I plan to be his freakingDaddy,that means I won’t rush.”
“Won’t rush what,Daddy Bash.”
For all that was….
I glared at Nathan, even as Molly came around and leaned against his side. Of course he saw them come in when I wasn’t paying close enough attention. Just because I had my eyes pinned to the table instead of the boy I was currently obsessing over.
“I think that’s our que to leave, baby girl. Are you ready?”
“Yup. I’ll see you later Oaks.”
“Overstepping family members,” I grumbled, turning towards my boy.
He stood in the doorway, hands wrapped around the stuffed bunny in a death grip.
“Come here, sweetheart.” I waited for him to walk over. His eyes bounced from me to where my brother and his wife were leaving. He slowly came closer, seeming just as unsure now as he had been the entire time he’d been in my care.
I hoped that someday, he’d find out that he didn’t need to be unsure. That my arms were always opened for him.
When he was in front of me, I rested my hands on his hips. He wouldn’t meet my eyes, which wasn’t out of the normal.
“How far into the book did you get?”
“I-I-I finished it.”
“What about the others? What books did you pick?”
A deep blush filled his cheeks. It took him a moment to answer, and I didn’t rush him.
“The ones with…baby things.”
Ah. The first ones I tried to get out of his sight. Ones that most people would overlook, thinking they were in fact,baby caringbooks. The gag gifts.
“What made you want to read them so badly you had to sneak them, dear boy?”
He opened and closed his mouth a few times before fidgeting from one foot to the other.
While his hands twisted about, I saw his paci’s hook along one finger, the sippy hidden behind the stuffed animal.
“The covers.” He finally answered, voice barely audible. “I won’t touch them ever again. I won’t read them. I’m good, I promise. I’ll…I won’t look at them.”
I wasn’t surprised.
“Do you know what alittleis?”
He tried to fall to his knees, but I kept him standing, not letting him go. A whimper caught in his throat.
“A Little is someone who regresses from their physical age. They enjoykidthings. Like toys, coloring, pacifiers and naps. Some even like bottles and diapers. Those books went over that, didn’t they?”
He nodded, sniffing as he took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. He was doing fairly well, for the most part.
“Dose those things appeal to you?” I knew the answer, but I wantedhisanswer.
He slowly nodded, then shook his head like he was afraid he answered wrong.
“I’m you’re pretty…thing?”
