of him right away. I couldn’t until he realized I wasneverletting him go if I had my way. I’d known
he was special from the first time I saw him, and I could no longer deny that I was quickly falling in
love with my special boy.
William and I gravitated toward the playroom. It wasn’t necessarily quieter in there, but it was a
space that allowed both of us to feel close to our boys without hovering over them. As I watched a
group of littles playing on the floor, I was in awe of my own boy who’d made all of this possible.
He’d told me a bit about how he’d used the bar as the subject of a project for one of his classes and
later brought the concept to Jack. He was so much smarter than he gave himself credit for.
Sam stopped by a few times, easily dropping into my lap and wrapping his arms around my neck.
The easy affection was a shift, and I hoped that was because he felt like I did. He didn’t need to
worry about anyone seeing him with me because we were going to get over the speed bumps to make
it work.
I paid careful attention to some of the little details around the room. Sam would deny it, but this
was a glimpse of what he wanted in life. He’d come alive sharing various websites with me,
explaining what he loved on each one. When I’d asked if he’d bought anything from them, he’d
admitted his only experience buying for littles was to fill the room and make it a place those into the
regression lifestyle not only felt welcome but wanted to tell their friends about. He didn’t know it yet,
but I had plans for a place that wouldn’t be open to the public but would blow this one out of the
water.
“Penny for your thoughts?” William asked when he came back with two more beers. We’d been
taking it easy because we had to drive but, I had to admit, something to knock the edge off was
welcome.
“Do you think Sammy would like a playroom like this at home?”
“Well, I think it might be something to build up to, and you definitely have the room, but maybe
it’s a little too soon to be planning any major renovations?” William suggested. He was being
sensible, but I couldn’t allow myself to think things between Sammy and I were temporary.
If this was the space he’d created in his dreams, I wanted to give him something even better to
come home to. My basement was the one area of my house I’d barely touched since I moved in. It was
finished and I went down there from time to time to make sure there were no leaks or anything like
that, but it was wasted space. Yes, I’d considered turning it into a rec room and playroom, but I’d
