Luck was with me concerning Sage. I was thrilled he wanted another date. Neither of us asked for anything more than a meal for our Sunday date, but I wanted to ask him to my home. Badly.
Just after dessert at the diner, I gathered all my courage and asked him on our second date.
“I’d like to cook for you,” I said.
“You mean come to your house?”
I nodded, breath shallow.
He ducked his head, then looked up at me with big blue eyes. “I’d love to.”
My mind soared high in the clouds as we left the restaurant. Something was going on between us. Something different from anything I’d felt before.
We both had busy schedules and set a date for the next Friday night. That was far too long a wait in my opinion but there was nothing I could do about it.
I went home and searched everything I could find about daddies on my computer. It was a hard search. Mostly porn popped up, which wasn’t quite informative, though of course it looked fun.
I learned nothing new. I understood the concept, but the feelings were missing from the porn or any AI descriptions. And the articles I found were about dynamics, not emotions.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to think, only that I felt a bit shaky and excited around Sage. All in a good way. I couldn’t deny the depth of it. Or that it was real.
I’d always been taught by the other guys when I was young that there was no right or wrong in kink. Every emotion was valid as long as there was consent.
I wanted to hold Sage. Like a baby in my arms. Why?
Maybe that was the wrong question. Or it shouldn’t be questioned at all. I wanted it with all my heart and that was it. Period. Why did there have to be a reason?
The week went by too slowly. I called my housekeeper for an earlier than normal visit. I shopped for food, thinking about every item I bought. Would Sage like it? What about the little or baby part of him? His mysterious needs obsessed me. I wanted to fulfill them.
I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate yet to give gifts, but I couldn’t resist the soft pink unicorn at the store. It had blue jewels for eyes. The same shade as Sage’s eyes. The gift had me nervous in the store. I’d put it back on the shelf once only to return to the aisle to grab it. Daddy instinct again.
I texted him on Wednesday.
Are you allergic to anything?What are your favorite foods? Snacks? Drinks?
He answered quickly.
I pretty much likeeverything except Brussel sprouts. No allergies.
I don’t carefor Brussel sprouts, either. Could you be more specific about what you do like?
This needto please him came from deep inside me.
Spaghetti with meatballs.Pizza with everything and extra cheese. Any type of Mexican food. Cheeseburgers. Cheerios. Popcorn. Snickers bars. Strawberries and grapes.
That was a prettytypical college boy diet. I was just about to answer when another text came in from him.
And when I’mvery little, chicken nuggets and hot dogs.
My laugh camefrom deep within. Finger foods. Yes. Why did that thrill me? It was too cute. I was going to get a little bit of it all. Just in case. My hope was Friday would be a success and I wouldn’t be eating everything by myself.
I promise a good dinner.We’ll feast well. Looking forward to seeing you.
I wantedto tell him more. That I missed him. That I thought about him every second. About his eyes and the softness of his hair. My muscles quivered at the memory of his weight against my chest, his head pillowed on my shoulder.
His texted reply thrilled me.
I’m looking forwardto it, too.
