I’d already told him most of my likes as far as things to do and really hadn’t thought much more about it. “What do you like? Besides disc golf.”
“A lot of sports, for sure. I played flag football through college.” He shrugged as if that was something everyone did.
“I never played organized sports like that. I mean, in grade school, my friends and I played kick ball or whatever, but once high school came around, I was working with Uncle so much, I kind of let all that go.”
“Except video games?”
“It’s like you already know me.”
Nate chuckled. “I know some things but look forward to learning more.” He wasn’t afraid to show his interest in me, and I hadn’t had that in a while. Sure, my family cared about me, but they didn’t pay me much attention, and Rob was a great friend, but someone who wanted more than that with me? I couldn’t remember how long it’d been, but being the center of someone else’s world would be a nice change.
After we ate, Nate packed everything up, and we loaded back into the Jeep. He buckled me in, but instead of starting the car, he turned to face me. “Before I take you home, we need to talk about a few things.”
I thought this would be where he dumped me. Maybe I’d been wrong earlier and he wasn’t attracted to me after all.
“Look at me, please, Gilly?” When I raised my head to stare at him, his hazel eyes sparkled again.
“Are you going to dump me?” I held my breath, expecting the worst.
“No. But you may not want to see me again after this talk. There is something important I need to get out before we go any further. I like you, and I don’t want you to find out later and then run away and break my heart.”
“What? Break your heart? I don’t think so, Daddy.” What was he going to say that would have me not want to date him? I couldn’t imagine a single thing.
“Hmm…we’ll see.”
I was curious and couldn’t wait any longer. “What then?” I held up my hands in an exaggerated shrug.
“Do you know what the Lactin Brotherhood is?”
I shook my head. “Never heard of it. Is it a secret club?”
“It is a club, but not really secret. More one of discretion. Not everyone who’s in it wants people to know they are.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s for men like me. Men who lactate.” He said it like that was the big deal breaker, but I didn’t understand what that was.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I have breast milk. There’s more to it, but that’s the main part. It’s biological, not something I can help or change.”
“Oh. Can you drink it?” I immediately wanted to ask if I could drink from him. That would be way better than a bottle. But I wasn’t ready to throw that out there. This was new, and he might not be into that.
“Yes. I freeze it when I pump for exactly that purpose.”
“Okay… Uh, I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”
He chuckled again, in a deep resonating tone, and I shivered. “You don’t have to say anything. Or say whatever you think.”
“I like drinking from bottles. Can you put your milk in a bottle for me?” What possessed me to blurt that out, I couldn’t say. But I guess both of our secrets were out now.
“We can certainly talk about that.”
I pursed my lips together, thinking about everything. “I still like you the same.” Maybe more. “But what about me calling you Daddy?”
“That’s more about you. I mean, I do identify as a Daddy, but I’ve never had my own boy. No long-term relationships. I’d like to try one, with you, and I have a feeling you’ll learn new things about yourself too.”
“Like what?”
