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He had to be exhausted if he was making sure I knew he was tired. “You had a long week.”

We’d seen each other as much as possible, but we’d both had a lot going on and I had a feeling he’d had some late nights. “You worked hard and you talked with Austin tonight.”

That was always exhausting and his giggle said he knew what I meant.

“You played in the tub and had lots of fun.” Several different kinds of fun if we were being specific. “You even gave Daddy a heart attack nearly falling off the bed. That’s hard work too.”

Why he’d thought it was a good idea to keep leaning forward to see between his legs I’d never know, but I’d aged ten years in that one moment. He was just giggling again, but the bed was tall enough that if he’d hit his head, Austin would’ve killed me.

We definitely needed a safety bed rail for his side of the bed.

I scoffed at his silliness and gave his well-padded bottom a pat. “Your Daddy’s death is just something to giggle about. No fear of what Austin would’ve done to me at all.”

Dessie tried to hide his laughter but he was shaking too much to disguise it. “I can see you laughing.”

That just had it actually escaping by the time we’d made it up to the bedroom. “See? I know what you think of me now.”

His response was another hug and a kiss on my neck. “Funny.”

My snort got him going again and it was becoming harder and harder not to start laughing with him. Daddy was clearly just as tired as his little boy.

“Snuggle time, silly monkey.” Setting him down on what was quickly becoming his side of the bed, I kissed his head. “You wait here one second.”

As he nodded, thumb sliding into his mouth as he tried to fight off another yawn, I headed into the bathroom and finished up my nightly routine. Another minute had me stripping off my clothes and grabbing some sleep pants before turning off most of the lights and climbing in bed. “Now Daddy’s ready too.”

I wasn’t actually sure Dessie would make it to dessert and his second round of cuddles, but he climbed on my lap even though he let out a jaw-cracking yawn. “That’s right. Good cuddles for my good boy.”

As I leaned back against the headboard, he straddled my lap and leaned in, wrapping his lips around my left nipple, which was the one he always seemed to go to first for some reason. All it took was one good suck to have the milk flowing, and he sighed, relaxing into me. “Good boy.”

His suction was strong, but the rest of him was boneless. If someone couldn’t see his mouth, it would’ve looked like he was asleep, but he was hanging on to consciousness by a thread. So as he sucked, I stroked his back and rocked him, encouraging him to mirror me.

Perfect.

“That’s right. Good cuddles with Daddy.” I had to admit there was a tiny voice in the back of my head that couldn’t resist pointing out how my life had been completely turned on its head over the course of the last two weeks, but it was easy to ignore.

Not because it wasn’t correct, but because there was a bigger part of me that liked the changes.

I liked having someone to take care of and I liked having a purpose in life again. Someone had to keep him from falling off the bed and killing himself. Someone had to slay the dragons if that asshole looked twice at him again.

Someone had to help Austin hide the asshole’s body.

I was very useful to Dessie and I liked that.

I also liked how he’d been adorably stubborn about making ourbefore he gets a playroomlist.

He wouldn’t let me railroad him and he was smart enough to know when I was trying. It was cute. But he needed a playroom and more toys and an office at the house at some point. Yes, he’d given me some invaluable information and it would make transitioning him to my place much easier.

He didn’t take care of himself well enough when he was on his own.

I’d caught him having takeout delivered three times over the past few days and it was never healthy options. He hadn’t even gotten vegetables when he’d ordered Chinese food. No, I was right about the situation and we just had to make sure he understood that too.

But at the moment, I had different kinds of physical things to worry about since his rocking was getting firmer.

“Good boy.” His hips rocked, finding just the right angle before he moaned around me. “Yes, show Daddy how much you like your diaper and having special cuddle time.”

I’d read several blog posts from a variety of littles and Daddies where they’d explained the physical reactions the soft inside of a diaper could get in a wiggly little. It was actually very logical, even though I was pretty sure some of their reactions were about how naughty it felt to them.

But if we were all going to pretend it was just what happened to penises when something was rubbing on them, who was I to point out how ridiculous it was.

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