Page 80 of Wishes and Research

Laughing, I shrugged. “Either way it was fun and I would say that you made some new friends.”

Paxton huffed and turned around to climb up in my lap. When he was settled in place with his face tucked against my neck, he hummed. “Maybe? I think they just adopted me if I’m being honest.”

“Well, it could’ve been worse. They could’ve gotten dead set on finding you new parents that were handy.” I was trying not to laugh at that idea but it was hard. “So yeah, I think you came out of this the winner either way.”

Paxton couldn’t decide if he was going to pout, giggle, or sigh, but he finally settled on groaning and petting my chest. “I drank juice, Daddy.”

“So did I. We have good juice but lots of dishes now. Tea parties are kind of messy.” That got me a giggle from my slightly overwhelmed boy. “But they found my pitcher and we had a good snack and no one is going to get tattled on.”

It wasn’t a bad afternoon by local standards.

“I’m not sure inviting themselves in and making a tea party is polite.” Paxton seemed to be turning everything over in his head and was stuck on that part. “They were very excited, though, so it was hard to tell them no.”

They had skills I really hoped Paxton never learned.

“But they didn’t talk about little things or playtime. They had fun talking about the area and magic and are even excited that you asked them to come on our hike. I think you’ll like doing things with them occasionally even if it’s not playtime kind of stuff.” Paxton would eventually get there, but we weren’t in a rush.

Besides, we had more important things to discuss.

And as I shifted him around so I could rub my hand over his bottom, he giggled and seemed to know what I was going to ask next. “The surprise tea party interrupted our scene. How is your bottom, cutie?”

Shrugging, his hand tried to start inching up my chest, thumb sticking up like it was inching toward his mouth. “Hey, no hiding behind your thumb. Who taught you that?”

Why those old men kept trying to make my life harder was beyond me.

Paxton snickered but didn’t tattle. “I’m fine, Daddy.”

My scoff got more happy sounds from him. “That is not a good enough explanation. Is your bottom achy or does it feel good again? Does good mean something good or something naughty? Did you get enough tinglies? Did you like your spanking? Did you—”

Squeaking, Paxton sat up and gave me a kiss to stop my questions. His soft lips and sweet sighs saved him for several long moments, but he was fair game again once he pulled back. “Did you—”

“You didn’t get to come, Daddy.” He seemed to be willing to discuss nearly anything else but his spanking, and watching his mind whirl was wonderfully entertaining. “You didn’t get all clean either. Let’s fix that. I’ll be a good helper.”

Hopping off the couch, he grabbed my hands and tugged. “Yes, I’m going to be a good helper, Daddy. You can have tinglies too.”

Laughing would’ve been a terrible response to such earnest manipulation, so I did my best to hold it in as I stood up. “Yes, getting all clean would be a good idea. I had to rush earlier.”

And I’d been hard for long enough that precum was an issue.

I knew a lot of guys didn’t produce that much but I did and I was frustrated.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” Squeezing his hands before releasing one, I leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Can I ask taking care of you and helping you move here questions?”

Was it too soon for that?

Paxton scrunched his face up as he marched us through the house, but it was the way he started mumbling to himself that was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. “Spankings or moving? Yes. That’s not a debate.”

Paxton’s bright smile was completely fake but he seemed pleased with the idea of moving because I could feel it through the bond. “I can move here, Daddy. You have a pretty house and I can hike and look for bugs and do…do stuff.”

Shrugging as we made our way to the bedroom, Paxton didn’t seem worried about his lack of plans. “I like doing stuff.”

“I’m glad.” That meant he’d find things to do even if it took him a while to plan out his next steps. “I also own the house outright and my job pays all the bills easily. So even if you just have fun with bugs and hike for a while, it’ll be fine.”

There was a bounce in his step as he nearly hopped into the bathroom. “And we’ve got to fix the bugs and I have to find more bugs and I have to see what else is weird. That takes time. Is that okay, Daddy?”

He seemed to be expecting it to be okay based on his casual tone, but he tilted his head and waited patiently as he stopped in the bathroom.

“Yes. I just want you to find things that make you happy. Because you won’t like staying here if you’re not happy.” I shrugged and threw up one hand as he giggled. “I like you. I like it here. I want you to like it here. That means you have to be happy.”

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