times I wished we had more grown-up kisses but there was something magical about the tender little
pecks he gave me as often as possible.
“Do you want to tell me what you were thinking about?” Daddy teased. His hand slid down my
chest as he backed me toward the bedroom. I whined when he stopped before rubbing my needy bits.
“Your pupils are blown, Sammy. That makes me think you were thinking something naughty. Or that
it’s something you’re scared of.”
Could it be both? If he got me what I thought it might be, it would be crazy sexy, but it also made
me nervous.
My eyes darted to the vanity as soon as he turned on the bathroom light. I couldn’t help but smile
when I saw a fuzzy white pair of footies. “Are those the unicorn jammies?”
I pulled my hand free and rushed across the room, squealing when I lifted the new pajamas and
saw that theywerethe jammies with the unicorn hood. I wanted to put them on, but Daddy was like a
space heater and I always wound up kicking off the blankets in the middle of the night. Those would
be fun to wear when I was playing on the living room floor, but not so much for sleeping.
“Do you like them?” That was a silly question. I’d almost dropped my laptop when I found them
on a site that I’d previously only been able to go to looking for stuff for the club, but now Daddy
wanted me to make a wish list. “Those are for tomorrow morning. You won’t get any sleep if you’re
hot and uncomfortable tonight.”
“So, what’s for—” That’s when I saw the other surprise on the counter. I picked it up with all the
care one might give a live bomb. “You want this too, right, Daddy?”
“I swore to you the first night we spent together that I would be honest if there was something I
wasn’t interested in trying with you,” he reminded me. “I think you’re going to be absolutely adorable
in them.”
“Do I have to use it?” I’d been looking at a lot of pictures and videos with boys who did use their
diapers, but I wasn’t sure yet how I felt about it. “I mean, it’s probably silly to spend the money on
them if I don’t, but isn’t that sort of gross?”
Instead of taking me to the potty like he normally did, Daddy turned around and led me into the
bedroom. He tossed the diaper with a cute little giraffe on the front onto the bed and stepped in front
of me. Out of habit, I lifted my hands in the air so he could help me out of my big boy clothes. “I’d
like it if you eventually tried using one. And no, I don’t think it’s gross or any other mean word. I think
