“Come on, my little wiggle worm, let’s get you in some comfy clothes so you can play.”
My sweet boy practically vibrated in my arms as he replied, “Yes, please, Daddy. Wanna pway.”
My boy wasn’t the only one vibrating with excitement. My heartfelt like it was going to beat out of my chest as I carried him over to the changing table.
He called me Daddy like it was as natural as breathing. The way he was more than content to let me carry him around and take care of everything had me smiling so hard I thought my cheeks would crack. We haven’t even had a chance to sink deep into our roles as Daddy and boy, and he was already giving me so much trust it was staggering.
I sat him down on the padded changing table, watching him as he wiggled with anticipation. “Let’s find you something to wear.”
Bending down, I opened one of the bottom drawers. I pulled out a green dragon sleeper; it had wings and a tail on the back, and the hood had eyes and an adorable little snout. I briefly considered asking him if he wanted a diaper, but I decided it could wait. This was our first time playing. I’d waited so long to have a boy who trusted me enough to take care of all his needs, but we weren’t ready for that… yet.
“Would my sweet boy like to wear this?” I stood up and showed him the onesie.
Tristan kicked his feet as they hung off the side of the table and clapped his hands. “Oh, Daddy, it’s so cute… I can be a Dragon!”
“You’ll be the cutest dragon ever. Would you like to use a pacifier while you play?” His cheeks pinked as his gaze fell to the floor, whispering, “Um, I- yes, please.”
“Perfect, I have just the one.”
I reached into one of the drawers and pulled out an adult pacifier that matched his dragon onesie. It was the same color, with aDragon printed on the front, and even came with a matching clip so he wouldn’t lose it. I showed it to Trisitan, who gave me another round of applause for my selection.
“Okay, sweet boy, let’s get you changed.”
Lifting him off the changing table, I placed him in front of me and knelt before him. I made quick work of removing his clothes and shoes until my wiggly boy was in nothing but a cute pair of dinosaur undies. He placed his hand on my shoulders and lifted his feet one by one as I pulled the onesie up his legs.
After he raised his arms, I zipped him up and reached over to grab his pacifier. I attached the clip to his outfit and rubbed the teat against his soft lips. “Open up, sweetie.” His tongue darted out and licked his lips before he sucked the nipple into his mouth. He took a few tentative sucks. I could see the last of his tension melt away; my boy definitely had an oral fixation.
Reaching behind him, I grabbed the hood and pulled it over his head. I stepped back to take a look at my sweet boy, but was startled when he lifted his hands like claws and roared behind his pacifier.
“Rawr”
He was so adorable, I couldn’t suppress the laugh that bubbled out of me. He let out a gasp, his pacifier falling from his mouth, but thankfully, it was saved by the clip it was attached to.
“Hey! You’re supposed to be scared.” He stomped his foot, his bottom lip jutting out in the most adorable pout.
“I’m sorry, little one. You’re just so stinking cute, I couldn’t help it. I want to show you something that I think will make up for it.”I held out both my arms. “Come here, sweetie.”
Tristan leaped into my arms and wrapped his legs tightly around my waist. Holding him like this was absolute heaven; if he let me, I would be perfectly content carrying him everywhere. I walked over to the bookshelf where the dragon blocks were stored. They were a set of ten that I had arranged into a pyramid. Picking up the block on top, I handed it to my boy, who was staring at the stack of blocks with wide-eyed wonder.
He grabbed the block, clutching it like he was worried it would disappear. “Daddy… they’re so pretty… can I pway with dem?”
Warmth bloomed in my chest; his voice was soft and high-pitched, and his adult way of speaking fell away as he began to sink into his little headspace.
“Of course, little one. That’s why I made them.”
He nuzzled my face as I carried him over to the center of the room and placed him on the floor. His eyes followed me as I grabbed the other blocks. Bending down, I put the blocks in front of him.
“Do you want me to play with you or just watch?”
He looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Pwease pway with me, Daddy.”
“I’d be honored, sweetheart.”
Tristan clapped his hands and cheered as I sat on the floor next to him. He looked at the blocks and then back at me. His gaze continued to move between me and the blocks as he nervously wrung his hands together. I wanted to give in and pull him intomy lap, but if I was going to be his Daddy, I needed him to feel comfortable asking for what he wanted. I reached over, grabbed one of his hands, and rubbed soothing circles in his palm.
“Sweetheart, as your Daddy, I want to take care of you and give you everything your heart desires… but I also need you to communicate those needs so I can meet them. I will never judge you for something you want or need.”
He looked at me with watery eyes that shone with gratitude. “Thank you, Daddy. Is it- can I sit in your lap while we play?”
