“I wish I could come with you.” He twists his fingers. Does he mean meeting my family? I’m not ready for that step.
We barely even know each other.
Who cares that it feels like I’ve been with him forever?
“I know, baby, but next time.” Hopefully he takes it as the trip, not meeting my family.
“I’d like that, but I meant with you to your family.”
Fuck.
“But you already have plans to see your family,” I remind him.
“Yeah, but my sisters are the only nice ones.”
A low growl starts in my throat. If his parents are mean to my boy, they will regret the day they ever opened their mouths, because I can and will fucking destroy them.
“Do they already know about me?” Whit’s sweet voice asks shyly, and I need to snap out of my murderous rage.
“Know what?”
“About me and you.”
“Izzy does, but not about me being your Daddy, and as soon as he knows, he’s going to give me a big fat ‘I told you so.’” I smile just thinking about it, even though I hate being wrong.
“He knows you’re a Daddy?”
“He knew before I did.”
“Is he a Little?”
“I’m not sure. I know he wants a Daddy of his own, but I’m not sure how far he regresses.” I’ll have to ask him, but I don’t think so.
“That’s okay.” He looks a little sad.
“Are you sad because I’m leaving or because you don’t have any Little friends?”
“Both. I’ll miss you, but it’s hard to find Little friends.”
“How did you find out about Daddy/Little relationships if you don’t have any Little friends?”
“There was a coffee shop by my house that I liked to visit. They had the best cookies.” He gets a dreamy look thinking about cookies. “Anyway. I always went in the morning before work, but one night I was exhausted and I really wanted a treat, so I went in, and they were having a munch.”
“A munch?”
“Don’t worry.” He pats my knee. “I had to ask too. It’s a gathering for people who are into BDSM, but nothing sexy happens. Most of the time.” He shrugs. “There were lots of girls and boys playing, but I didn’t get it. Why were they behaving like that and playing with toys like kids would do? Could I do it too? Thankfully the barista who works in the morning saw my confusion and explained everything to me.”
“That must have been overwhelming,” I soothe.
“It was, but I wanted to watch, to see more, to be a part of it. One of the Daddies invited me to join them and he went over what being a Daddy meant, but he didn’t realize I wanted to be the Little.”
“I’m sorry people don’t see you that way.”
Whit kisses my cheek and leans his head against me. “You see me that way, and that’s all that matters.”
I feel some moisture building in my eyes, but like hell I’m going to cry.
“Thank you, babe, that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
