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Chapter 13

Tyson

“I knew you had a big tub, Daddy.” Dessie was wiggling and wearing bubbles and a beaming smile as he scrubbed shampoo through my hair. “And you had bubbles and toys.”

I wasn’t sure measuring cups and silly party favors from a Halloween event a few years ago counted, but Dessie did, so that was all that mattered. “We’re going to have to pick out some new bubbles and more toys, though. I want you to have your favorite smells and to have lots of fun in the tub.”

Fun that didn’t involve sinking Daddy’s submarine.

“I like vanilla and strawberries and bubble gum.” Dessie scrunched his face up and looked around. “I lost the cup.”

It’d disappeared under the bubbles somewhere, so we went fishing for it. “I think you just like bubbles that smell like food.”

He giggled and nearly dived under the water, proving that the tub was entirely too big. “Found it.”

“Good boy.” He was a good boy who was going to drown his Daddy judging by the wicked grin on his face. I closed my eyes in time for the water to flood over my head, rinsing off the shampoo and dousing me. “Hmm, are you trying to drown Daddy?”

That got more giggles from him, but he sounded slightly bigger and a towel gently wiped over my eyes, giving me the impression that he wasn’t quite as little somehow. “Nooo…you’re just cute when you look like a drowned puppy.”

And he was big.

Snorting, I opened my eyes and frowned at him, which just got more laughter. “Would you like to say that again?”

Grabbing him in my arms, I pulled him onto my lap. The water sloshed in the tub sending waves of bubbles back and forth, but he curled against me instead of fighting the way the water pushed us around. “Now, are you going to be cheeky or sweet?”

He made a soft hum and shrugged. “Um, curious?”

Oh, was there an actual reason he was big?

“What are you curious about?” I was pretty sure with Dessie it could be about anything. “My favorite color? Oh, about dinner?”

I was fucking with him to get him to stop worrying about whatever was on his mind, but even though I got another quiet snicker, I wasn’t sure it worked. So I just held him and played with the bubbles a bit.

“Daddy?” Even after I nodded, he was quiet for several long moments. “You don’t have to tell me if it’s too early for this question, but grown-up me realizes there isn’t a Daddy school.”

Ah.

I’d been wondering if we’d come back to that.

“You are correct. But knowing Austin, you shouldn’t give him any ideas.” My attempt at humor got an actual laugh that time. “He might put me in charge of it somehow.”

That was one bossy omega.

Snickering, Dessie nodded. “Yep, but I’m not sure if it would be a punishment or a reward.”

I groaned.

“Both then?”

Laughing, I nodded and did my best to ignore what having his ass on my dick was doing to me. “Yes.”

Dessie shifted and rested his head on my shoulder, sinking deeper into the water but not moving away from me. “Daddy?”

“Yes.” He clearly wasn’t going to let the question go, so I kissed his head. “Ask away, just understand that I’m going to answer your question honestly.”

His response was to huff. “That sounds rude.”

“Stop channeling Austin.” Groaning dramatically to prove my point, he took another few moments before he started petting my chest.

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