Page 31 of Forever Ink

“To the moon and back, baby bear.” I pulled my boy close to me, gazing down at his sleeping face. I knew that he was my forever. I’d do everything to keep him happy and safe. We’d deal with Susan and court, and then I’d show him Tulip Cottage the home I hoped to make for us. It took me a while to succumb to sleep, but eventually I did, soothed by the soft sounds of Rhys breathing, his warm body in my arms.

Chapter 14

RHYS

I woke up to a delicious ache in my arse and fresh love bites on my chest. The ache was a pleasant reminder of the fun we’d had last night, but my brain this morning was pushing for little time. It had been a few days since I’d had a chance to regress, and the itch to let go and become little had become an almost physical ache.

Simon’s heavy arm draped across my waist. “Rhee, you’re thinking too damn loud for this time of the morning.”

I pulled my teddies, including Simon’s old bear, into my arms and snuggled back against Simon. “Sorry, Daddy.”

Daddy’s beard tickled the skin of my shoulder as he pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, little one.” Ah, so Daddy could tell how I was feeling. Of course he could. Sometimes I wondered if he had some kind of Daddy magic.

“My brain wants to be little, but I know I can’t.” I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

I felt the bed shift under me, and Simon turned me to face him. “Who said you couldn’t, baby bear?”

“Nobody Daddy, I just—” Everyone, well everyone here knew I called Simon Daddy and that didn’t embarrass me but how would someone react if they saw me in my little space. I wasn’t ashamed of my needs, but I wasn’t sure how Daddy felt. I lifted my eyes from Daddy’s chest and saw his brow wrinkled in concern. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”

“Baby bear, you will never embarrass me. But if you need little time and you’d rather not have anyone see, we can have our breakfast up here and some play time.” Daddy was sounding so reasonable right now, and it was tempting.

“But I don’t have any toys,” I reasoned. I didn’t want to spoil Daddy’s sleep-in. I knew we were going to have a busy day, and tonight I had my special plan.

Daddy sat up straight and the blankets dropped from him, giving me a pleasing distraction from my tumbling thoughts. I was so busy staring at his broad, tattooed chest I nearly missed him speaking to me.

“I may have packed for this.” Daddy wore a pleased grin on his face as he jumped out of bed and pulled one of our bags over. I had wondered what was in the extra bag. Sitting back down on the bed, he pulled me against him.

“Let’s see what I have in here.” I gasped when I saw Daddy pull out a bag with all my toy animals inside. Next came my play mat, carefully folded up.

“Thought we could start with these. Set the mat up on the floor by the heater, and you could play while I make you some breakfast.” Daddy ran his hand through my hair, and I leant into his touch.

“You brought my toys,” I exclaimed happily, opening the storage bag to pull out Bessie the cow and Rupert the Lion. They were best friends.

“You bet I did, baby bear. I didn’t bring any of your play clothes, but I did bring this.” Daddy pulled out his old sweatshirt, the one I had worn when I first came to stay with him. It was my favourite thing to wear besides my bear pyjamas. It was so big that it hung past my waist, and I loved the feel of wearing it, like I was being hugged by Daddy.

Daddy pulled out a pair of patterned boxer briefs next, then helped me get dressed before laying the mat out for me.

Without having to be told, I climbed out of bed onto the mat, the heater making our room toasty and warm. I set my toys out and climbed back onto the bed to grab the teds.

Daddy chuckled as I climbed back down from the bed, all three bears tucked safely in my arms.

“You really like that ratty old bear of mine?”

I gasped. “Daddy, don’t say mean things about Mr Big. He’s not ratty, he’s wise.”

Daddy rubbed his beard, smiling. “Mr Big, huh?”

I sat down and snuggled my bear. “Uh huh, because he is the biggest of them all.” I held Mr Big up for Daddy to see. “He has a little hole in his foot, so I need to be careful.”

Daddy leaned down and inspected Mr Big’s foot “Oh I see. I think that was where I used to chew on it.”

I snatched MrBig back, scandalised. “Daddy! You don’t eat your bears.”

“In my defence, I was only two years old and chewed on everything. I think Poppa Magnus still has the old kitchen chair with my teeth marks in the back.”

I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped, imagining my big burly daddy as a little boy chewing on everything.

“Do you know how much I love that sound, baby bear?” Daddy leant in and kissed my forehead.

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