Page 81 of Wishes and Research

“That’s Daddy logic.” He was trying to shake his head and act like I was ridiculous, but he only managed it for a few seconds before he threw himself against me and kissed my cheek. “I like Daddy logic and I like being happy.”

And having someone that put him first in their life probably didn’t hurt either.

He’d never spelled it right out, but between his parents and his dating history, no one had ever put him first.

But I was his mate, so I wasn’t like anyone else in the entire world.

“I like it when you’re happy too.” Giving him a quick peck, I rubbed my nose against his as he cuddled close. “What kind of things make you happy?”

Nothing he said would’ve surprised me, but the start to his list made me smile.

“You drinking apple juice first makes me happy.” He giggled as I laughed. “And you buying me muffins from the bakery so I don’t have to go answer the weird questions makes me happy.”

That wasn’t hard because he slept like a rock and hadn’t even noticed that I’d run out to get them, but I would remember it going forward.

“And you being sneaky and buying me toys makes me happy.” He crashed his face into my shoulder, making more happy sounds. “You’re silly.”

If helping him figure out what he liked to do when he was little besides snuggle and hump made me silly, well, I was guilty as charged.

“You telling me that you just like me makes me happy.” His giggles faded as he snuggled closer. “You never even said I had to get fixed to date you. You didn’t even say we had to leave the house.”

“The old men keep telling you how to be little every time you leave the house. I have to keep you safe or they might try to steal you from me. You’re just so cute.” And so tired of everyone around him telling him to be more grown-up or more boring.

My sweet Paxton had never had anyone tell him to just be himself, and I had a feeling this was the first time he’d ever tried to find what being himself looked like.

Teasing him over them stealing him got me another giggle, but he didn’t move away. “I’m your mate. They can’t have me.”

“That’s right.” Kissing his head, I snuggled him close and rubbed his back. “Mates belong together, so you’re mine and I’m yours.”

Paxton kissed my cheek before curling back into me. “Having a mate makes me happy.”

“It makes me happy too.”

His fingers started caressing over my chest as he kissed my neck. “Helping you get all clean would make me happy too, Daddy.”

Well, who was I to stand in the way of his happiness?

Chapter 23

Paxton

I’d been so brave.

Daddy had been so helpful.

The other boys had been so weird, but they hadn’t asked too many naughty questions.

Giving Daddy one more cute kiss, I straightened and tugged on his T-shirt. “Hands up.”

He was trying not to laugh, but he was a good boy and raised his arms. He even crouched down so I could get his shirt over his head. I wasn’t short but Daddy was dragon big. “Thank you.”

Trying not to giggle, I nodded. “I have to get you naked if I’m going to get you all clean.”

“That’s very logical.” Daddy stole a cheek kiss as I put his shirt in his laundry basket. “I think I’m going to like getting all clean.”

He was trying to look cute, but he had a big bulge and a naughty look in his eyes. Daddy wanted to have his tinglies too, but he was being patient.

“I’m going to do a very good job, Daddy. Don’t worry.” Yes, I was going to be very thorough. “I’m going to take very good care of you.”

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