Page 98 of Wishes and Research

That was what we were supposed to be doing, but we’d cleaned up to look nice because there was no way that was why they were having us go visit the VFW Hall.

Daddy sighed but nodded. “Alright, but I’m going to get a reward later for being good. You have to make a drink in the blender and then we’re going to cuddle.”

I was never going to stop blushing or get my erection to go down if he kept saying things like that. “You’re so naughty.”

The way he giggled said he wasn’t sorry about it either.

“Love you.” He gave me a cheek kiss and did his best to look cute. “Let’s go be surprised for our party.”

He was so ridiculous.

But he was right…we needed to be surprised and look happy, so I focused on non-naughty things like our to-do list. I had a lot of little things to do so that I could finish moving in with Daddy, and just thinking about being with him all the time and forever made me smile.

Shoot.

And it made me hard again.

Ugh.

His cough said at least some of that had come through the bond.

“Stop eavesdropping.” I wasn’t very good at remembering to turn it up and down, and Daddy had been getting a kick out of listening to all my random thoughts. “Be good or I won’t open the blender tonight.”

“Aww.” He kissed my cheek as we finally got up to the hall that looked suspiciously empty. “Don’t be mean. I’m your good boy.”

No, he was not.

Shoot.

He’d done it again.

I was going to have an erection in all our reception photos.

Shoot.

Had to turn down the bond.

Finally remembering that as he started giggling, I took a deep breath. “I’m going to ignore your naughty behavior.”

Because I wanted my drink later.

I had a feeling I was going to have earned it.

Daddy kissed my head and just grinned as he opened the door.

“Surprise!” The thunderous voice of nearly every adult in town had my heart skipping a beat even though I’d been mentally prepared for it.

“Oh wow.” Our shocked faces must’ve looked very believable because they started laughing as we walked into the room. “This is…”

Slightly insane but not as bad as I’d been expecting.

“Congratulations!” Most of the room cried out again but I was pretty sure I heard a few happy birthdays and one very strange “It’s a boy,” so I wasn’t sure everyone knew why they were at the party.

The very white party.

“The clowns aren’t that scary.” I remembered to whisper and not to call him Daddy, but I wasn’t sure how long that would last. Something about the mix of sparkly white decorations and the brightly colored clowns that were wandering through the room made it very hard to stay completely boring.

“We’ve got clowns.” Daddy was taking in every inch of the room as people started coming up to greet us.

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