He laughed, dropping back onto the couch. “Wow.”
“Yes, wow, silly boy. How about we clean up and go to bed? How’s that sound?”
“Sounds good. I’m tired and my belly is full of yummy-yums.”
I led him upstairs, snagging his bag as we passed it. We walked through the loft area and into the main bedroom. I had three extra rooms and a separate bath, but there was no way he was using any of that after what happened on the couch. I dropped his bag on the bed and gestured around the room. I’d painted the walls a dark sage green, thinking it felt masculine in a subtle way, and the bed was a king. On the far side, French doors opened onto a balcony overlooking the yard. There wasn’t much to see there, particularly this late at night, but I enjoyed coffee outside most mornings on it. “This is it. Bathroom.” I pointed to the door.
He padded into the small room. “This is nice.”
“I upgraded the tile and tub.” As the builder, it didn’t cost me much to do it. “Start the shower, will you?”
“Sure.” He stripped off and got in while I dropped my clothes and followed behind him. The water warmed quickly, and we washed off. The shower was big enough to get up to all kinds of hanky-panky in there, but I wanted to save that for later.
I got out and grabbed a big fluffy towel, opening it wide for him. “Come on.” He stepped into it, and I kissed him. “Did you bring your toothbrush?”
“’Course, it’s in my bag.”
“Good.” I retrieved it from his bag and handed it to him. “Let’s brush then.” I dried off with another towel then stood at one of the sinks, not ashamed to be naked while he was at the other with the towel wrapped around his shoulders. We brushed together, sneaking glances at each other the entire time.
“Next time can I take a bath? That tub looks super big.” His Little persona peeked through, making me smile. I liked that he was comfortable enough with me to go there. “Ooohhh, do you have bubbles?”
“It’s deep for soaking, and yes, any proper Daddy has bubbles.” I just neglected to share how much this Daddy enjoyed bubble baths himself. “Come now.” I gestured for him to proceed me into the room. “Climb up.”
While Gilly got situated, I grabbed a new binding and strapped it over my chest. I didn’t want to leak in the middle of the night, making it uncomfortable for either of us.
“Do you have to do that?” He pointed at my chest. “Can’t I take care of it for you, so you don’t have to? I like your milk, it tastes nummy and warm.”
I pursed my lips together. That thought sounded good but wasn’t practical. “You need your sleep, Gilly. I don’t want to wake you in the night, and I don’t want to be leaking all over the place. The pads will keep it from leaking on the bed.”
He started pouting, that bottom lip poking out farther than it had any business doing. “I like going to sleep with a bottle or binky, even if I didn’t feel safe doing it at my place. But I like it.”
“Aww…don’t pout, sweet boy. On the weekends when we don’t have to work the next day, I’ll wake you. For now, I’ll make you a bottle to fall asleep with. Deal?”
“Is it your milk?”
“Yes, but it’s from the freezer, so I’ll warm it up.”
He snuggled down in the blankets. “Deal.”
Since I had some of my milk stored in the freezer, it wouldn’t take much to get it heated up. But I didn’t have a bottle. “Wait. Do you have a bottle with you, Gilly? In your bag?”
“No, Daddy. I didn’t know to bring it.”
“Well, you can use Daddy as a bottle until you fall asleep. There won’t be all that much right now, though.”
“Yes, please.” His eyes lit up, sparkling with enthusiasm.
I climbed in beside him, pulling him closer to me. I wanted to feel his body against mine. He shuffled around getting situated, but then he huffed. “What is it? You having trouble settling into a new place?”
“Maybe. I, uh, just wish I brought my Ellie stuffie. That’s all.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Didn’t know if it would be okay.”
We shifted around again, and I stuck my arm between us, bringing it up to his chest so he could hug it. “Next time you bring Ellie, a bottle, and whatever else you want. For now, hold my arm.”
He grabbed my arm, cuddling into it. “It’s not as soft as Ellie.”
