“If the bubbles are scary, I’ve done something wrong.” As more laughter filled the bathroom and echoed out into his bedroom, I opened my suitcase and dug out the smaller bag I’d carefully locked. It would’ve gotten me flagged going through the airport, but for a trip home it worked perfectly.
“Oh.” Chipmunk’s awed tone had me looking up from where I was rolling the numbers on the lock to release it and I laughed as he ran over, already naked and ready to get in the tub. “My stuff?”
“Yes, locked up tight.” So he would have as much privacy as I could give him. “I’ve got pajamas and your coloring books too.”
I couldn’t bring everything on this trip, but I’d figure out a better system for the next one.
“I’m special, Daddy.” Being special got me more kisses and a very happy boy who was bouncing around with a half-hard cock who couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to play or not. “Bubble time and jammies.”
“That’s right.” Pulling out jammies and training pants to go with the bathtime goodies, I piled everything up. “Let’s go. Have fun.”
“Yes. Fun.” Bunny hopping to the bathroom got more laughter from him but that was because his front tail kept bouncing too. “Fun.”
I was just shaking my head and trying not to laugh as I turned on the water, but his excitement was too infectious. “Hmm…funny boy maybe.”
Snickering, he rocked his hips side to side. “Funny tail.”
I rolled my eyes and snorted to get more laughter from him as I poured in the bubble bath. “Don’t tails go on the back?”
“Pup tails go on the back.” He waved his around a few more times. “Boy tails are on the front, Daddy.”
“Ah, my mistake.” Getting everything ready and making sure his towel was in easy reach, I got just distracted enough that Ihad no idea what he was doing when he sprang up behind me and started pulling up my shirt. “What?”
Trying to turn around wasn’t as easy as it should’ve been because he was a stubborn little gremlin who was dead set on getting me naked. “What are you doing, Chipmunk?”
When I could finally see his face, his expression said he thought I was an idiot. “Bathtime, Daddy. I’m your helper.”
Oh.
Oh.
Well, we had talked about Daddy getting in the tub if it’d been big enough…and this one was big enough. “Are you sharing your bubbles with me?”
“Yes.” Clearly glad I wasn’t as dumb as I looked, he smiled and kissed my cheek. “Good boy, Daddy.”
I knew my job and rolled my eyes. “GoodDaddy, Chipmunk.”
And the giggles were back, but they weren’t distracting enough to keep him from his goal…getting me ready for the tub.
My dick couldn’t decide how excited he was supposed to be for this development and Chipmunk’s snickers and not-so-subtle glances weren’t helping my confused cock. “Bubble time. Playtime. Daddy time.”
That wasn’t nearly as clarifying as he seemed to think it was.
Chapter 22
Teddy
Bubble time.
Playtime.
Daddy time.
Bubble time.
Playtime.
Daddy time.
