help you hide this. I could tease you all night at work, and no one would ever see how hard you get
for me. Will you let me do that?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I responded breathlessly.
“Good boy.” He dangled the shorts from his hand, allowing the fabric to glide across my skin.
“These aren’t what I wanted to put you in tonight. I might have gone overboard shopping for you. I
can’t wait until I can dress you in the whole outfit.”
“You got me more presents?” I asked as he lifted first one leg and then the other into the shorts and
then tugged them up to my hips. I lifted again, groaning when he took far more time than was
absolutely necessary getting me situated in them.
“I did,” he confirmed. He used the coffee table to help push himself off the floor, then reached
down for me. “Would you like to see them, or do you want me to surprise you?”
“I…” What did I want? I wasn’t a fan of surprises but worried that knowing would give me
something to obsess about. “Whatever you want, Daddy.”
“Such a sweet boy.” Daddy kissed the side of my head. “How about if I give you one of your
presents now and the rest can be surprises later?”
“Okay.” I glanced at the play rug on the floor, pouting. Tonight was supposed to be little night.
“You can play, sweetheart,” Daddy reassured me when he noticed my struggle. “If she wakes up,
you can slide the whole rug under the edge of the couch. These are your toys, and no one needs to
know about them until you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I dropped to the floor and picked a few of my favorite cars out of the tote
rather than dumping them the way I wanted to. I rolled onto my stomach, wishing I had a friend to play
with. Driving the cars was harder when you were alone. I turned my head, not surprised when I
caught Daddy watching me. “We need to have playdates. I want to play with my friends.”
“Well, it’s a bit late for that, but I’m sure we can figure something out for another day.” Daddy
wandered into the kitchen.
My eyes grew wide and I couldn’t breathe when he came back holding out a cup for me. I shook
my head when he tried handing me the race cars cup with a straw. I couldn’t use that. It was for…
It’s for Daddy’s little boy, a small voice in my head pointed out. I smiled, reaching for the cup as
I glanced at the edge of the couch. I could hide it if I had to, but Daddy bought the cup special for me.
I cradled it in both hands as I sucked down my apple juice. “Thank you, Daddy.”
