“Thank you for being the best Daddy ever.”
My throat tightens at his sweet words. I try to clear it before I speak again.
“So tell me, did you ever get to play with them or were you too nervous?”
“They only had the munch once a month, and I took the job out here, so I wasn’t able to go back again.”
“Did you look around here to see if there were any?”
“No, I’ve been too busy.”
“Alright, Daddy is going to look into that more. But, for now, I would love to give my boy a bath and get him in his comfy new pajamas.”
He pulls back with a gasp. “Are they fun PJs?”
“They are.”
Now he wiggles on my lap, doing what I think is a happy dance, but since he’s on my lap, I’m getting different ideas. I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “You better stop that or we’regoing to be playing a different game.” I thrust my hips up so he gets the idea.
“I like that game too.” Then he turns in my lap so he’s straddling me. I tug on his beard, and he bends down so I can reach his soft lips. The kiss is slow and sweet. He follows me when I pull back.
“Bath first and then maybe we can continue this later.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispers against my lips.
Whit walks me to the security checkpoint, and now he’s holding my hand like he can keep me here if he holds on tight enough.
Before I go, we need to have the talk.
“I know that this is going to be tough on you, but I don’t want you finding someone else to suck you.”
“I don’t want that either, but I don’t want to pump. I want you.” He pouts adorably.
“How about if you video call me whenever you need to pump?”
“You want to watch me?”
“I do.”
“Do you like it?” His eyes dip low like he can’t face me.
“Very much.” More than I ever thought I would. “I’m really going to miss the taste of your sweet milk.”
“You are?”
“Yep. Now I’m going to have to have a boring midnight snack like popcorn or ice cream.” I make a yucky face.
“Oh yes, cause ice cream is so gross.”
“Compared to fresh milk, it is.” Whit flashes that adorable red color that even his beard can’t hide.
“Now give me a kiss because I have to go.”
“No,” he grumps.
“Alright. I’ll see you when I get back.” I turn to leave, and he shouts before pulling me into his arms.
“Sorry, I don’t want you to go.”
