I got warm tingles all over, shut my eyes and lost track of time.
When I letmy baby boy out, my mind spun in a pleasant way, like being sort of dizzy without feeling sick. I was drunk with the vulnerability. And it was because of Preston. My body was telling me in its own language that he was safe.
But what if it was wrong? A shudder ran through me.
“Okay, baby boy?”
The words whispered in my ear dispelled my fear. Words I’d wanted so badly to hear.
Baby boy.
I nodded, letting out a tiny whine and pressed closer, inhaling his clean, daddy scent. No suit this time. He had on a soft button-up shirt and wool trousers. And he knew. He knew this baby boy thing about me and he wasn’t being impatient. He wasn’t pretending.
“I’ve been wanting all week long to hold you again.”
I basked. I didn’t perceive deception at all.
He spoke softly. “I could do this all night.”
My mind reeled. I settled in.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. I’d floated in a half-dream state for a long time. But something urged me to lift my head. Uh-oh.
I looked into his face. His eyes were closed and I recognized the bliss. I couldn’t mistake it. I hated to stop.
“Daddy.”
His eyelids fluttered. “Huh?”
“I have to pee.”
“Oh. Yeah. Funny thing. I have to, too.”
I knew where the bathroom was. He’d shown me earlier. It was so hard to take up the big boy inside me. The little baby had been so easy.
I slid from his lap and we both stood.
Preston was smiling. “Wow. That felt good.”
“Is it okay that I called you Daddy?”
“Please do it again.”
I tilted my head. “Daddy.”
He reached out and cupped my face. “You’re the sweetest.”
After we returned to the living room, we sat side by side again.
“Are you all right?” Preston asked.
“Very very good.”
“Excellent.”
“Are you?”
Preston echoed me, as he tended to do. “Very very good. Are you still needy like that?”
