“It’s boring,” he grumbled. “I’ve been doing it for months.”
Toby swatted his arm. “Shut up, we’ve also been doing it.”
“Yeah, but you two also do your thing,” he said. “I just—”
I glared at Toby. “Whatever the two of you do tonight, make sure it’s cocktails, becauseyouneed to loosen up,” I said, grabbing Keaton’s arm. “Also, I heard there’s going to be a new drop of those Fudgeable teddies.”
“With those ribbed silicone inserts?” Keaton asked.
I giggled. The Fudgeable teddies were adult teddies, and they could be—fucked, but some of them came with thetoys for them to fuck you. It always made me giggle when I heard about them. They were like three hundred bucks, and none of us were brave enough to order, but we always looked at their website with the dream of owning one—each, we weren’t going to share.
***
I’d prepared myself as much as I could. I didn’t eat much, and I cleaned my room, and cleaned myself out. It was important to be ready for any scenario that happened—and I didn’t know just how much Rick—a.k.a. new Daddy—was going to be interested in doing with me.
He was arriving at 8:00 p.m. That meant Keaton and Toby were heading out at 7:59 p.m. on the dot, like they were waiting for him to arrive, and—he did. There was a side door that you could enter without going through the bakery. He was at the front door, a smile on his face and a light wetness to his salt and pepper hair. He carried a large brown bag in his arms.
“Am I early?” he asked, seeingthose twogiggle as they escaped out onto the sidewalk.
“No, they were just—they wanted to see you,” I said. I was in the same crop top as earlier, because I desperately wanted to invite his beary good hugs.
Rick—Daddy raised the paper bag; there was some heft to it. “I brought supplies,” he said. “I didn’t know whatyou’d like, or even need, but I read a whole bunch of online stuff, and realized I already knew a lot of it.”
“You did?” I asked with a giggle. “Because it’s totally fine if you wanna just sit down and talk about it, because it’s really a lifestyle, and I—”
“I’d love to talk,” he said. “I just wanna—” He sucked gently at his lower lip. “Should we go in?”
“Yes,” I squeaked, leading him upstairs—there wasn’t anywhere else to go but up from here.
With the glowing string lights everywhere, he looked like a dream. I tried to lead him into the lounge with the beanbags, where I’d prepared the table with a little tea party setting, but he had a heavy bag he needed to unload.
“I hope that’s not the only heavy load,” I said, immediately pressing my hand to my lips. I’d said it aloud. Oh my god, what an absolute lemon I was. I blushed—but he probably couldn’t tell because I was already pink up to the temples.
He noticed. “Do you always put makeup on?”
“Is it bad?”
“Oh no, not at all, it sets you apart, and I—I really like it,” he said, cupping a hand to my chin and rubbing his finger on my cheek. “So, do you wanna see what’s inside here?” He gestured with his head to the paper bag on the counter. The kitchen was still somewhat a mess, but that’s the life of a little—the three of us, especially.
“Yes, please,” I said.
“Call me Daddy,” he said, leaning in and kissing me.
It was a dream, it had to be a dream. I must’ve gotten apple juice wasted, and this was all a dream, and I was still in bed—so whatever I did, I couldn’t pee in my dream—but the kiss felt so real. I gave my arm a gentle pinch.
“What’s that for?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s real.”
“Of course this is all real,” he said. “Now, lemme show you what I bought, and I kinda went a little wild with it.”
From the bag, he pulled out alphabet spaghetti, frozen chicken dinos, animal crackers, a whole jug of chocolate milk, a bag of cheese, and some swirly straws in different colors.
I gasped at everything, my eyes wider than ever before, almost popping out. “Wow, you—brought a lot.”
“I should’ve asked what you liked, and since I didn’t, I wanted to surprise you.”
I bear-hugged him as big as big could be, and he squeezed me back in return with his actual muscles that seemed to grow bigger as he tensed them around me. “Are you sure you’re—you know, gay?” I asked with my head in his chest.
