“Stay right here. Daddy’s going to get what we need.” He deposited me onto the other end of the
couch and handed me my sippy. I tipped it back, wishing I hadn’t been a good boy when I got home
from school. I wanted juice, but I was stuck with stupid water. “I’ll only be upstairs for a minute. If
you need me, just yell.”
We both knew I wouldn’t. I didn’t like it when people were loud at home. It reminded me too
much of my apartment. Daddy’s house was quiet and tranquil. I wasn’t going to ruin that.
I focused on the soft squeak of the valve in my cup as I drank my water, and I was almost asleep
by the time Daddy came back down the stairs. He spread my blankie on the floor, dropping everything
he needed to change me. “Come down here, baby boy. It’s time to get comfy for the night.”
“But I thought your friend was coming over with his boyfriend,” I protested. Even if I had to
change again before they arrived, it would be worth it. I needed little time like I needed oxygen.
“If we have to reschedule, they’ll understand,” he promised me. I almost told him they could still
come over, but I wanted to be selfish. Another night would be better. I wasn’t in a good headspace for
playing host and being big. I slid off the couch and shuffled over to Daddy on my knees. “You know, it
might be easier if you crawled.”
I tucked my head against my shoulder and looked away from Daddy. I’d wanted to, but I kept
thinking there’d come a time when Daddy thought I wastoolittle. He already had to deal with
changing my wet diapers in the mornings. Crawling was… It was what I wanted more than anything.
And Daddy had just given me permission to be as little as I needed when I regressed.
He really was the best.
“Yeah, I think my baby likes that, don’t you?” he teased as I rolled onto my back. “Once we’re
both done with school for the summer, I think you need to ask for some time off from work. I have big
plans, and I could set up a play area for you so you could watch me while I work. I wouldn’t let you
do anything for yourself because you’ve earned some baby time. I’d feed you, change you, rock you to
sleep at nap time…”
Yes, please! Before meeting my Daddy, I’d spent a lot of time looking at things, and I’d stumbled
across one little boy online who shared stories about how his Daddy dideverythingfor him. I wasn’t
sure about parts of it, like being forced to regress to the point I was incapable of controlling my
bladder or bowels, but the rest of it sounded nice.
Daddy ran his hand over the front of my pants. I scrunched up my nose because it felt like he was
