Page 96 of Learning to Change

“But I’m getting cuddled and my head is kind of fuzzy and we’re in the big bed together.” Yes, it was sounding like a good plan to me.

“You need dinner and a bath.” Daddy was trying to sound stern but he wanted a nap too. I could tell because I was his special boy. “Stop yawning that’s contagious.”

Haha.

Daddy yawned too.

Even Master snickered. “Yeah, you tell him.”

He was so silly.

“Do you want to be the one who’s up with him at three o’clock in the morning watching cartoons?” Daddy was still frustrated with that…he remembered everything.

“It was…it was just once, Daddy.” I’d been quieter after that. “I’m a good boy.”

“It’s once a month and you are not good with sleep.” Daddy sighed. “If you sit up and don’t take a nap, I’ll make sure we have dessert at dinner.”

Hmm.

“A big one?” I liked big ones. “I need…something…yes…you know.”

“You need ice cream?” Daddy made a soft hum. “Like the good kind from the nice grocery store?”

Oh.

My eyes weren’t too heavy.

Peeking them open, I saw Daddy wearing his I’m the best Daddy grin. “You went to the good one, Daddy?”

They were more expensive, so we couldn’t go there all the time, but they had really good ice cream.

“Maybe.” Daddy shrugged and tried to tease me but Master loved me lots and nodded. “Stop that.”

Giggling, I sat up and wiggled between them so I could sit on both of my special people. “I’m good ice cream special.”

“You are.” Daddy huffed. “But Tate was supposed to let me tease you first.”

Tate laughed and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t promise that.”

He was excited to be ice cream special too, so I leaned over and gave him a kiss. “Being ice cream special is exciting. That’s okay. Daddy understands.”

Tate knew the plan and he turned to Daddy so we were both looking sad and cute. “Right, Daddy?”

Daddy groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Don’t do that to me. It’s cheating.”

Tate snickered but I was better and shook my head. “No, cheating would be looking cute while asking to lick your ice cream cone, Daddy.”

Oh.

I leaned over to Tate and whispered in his ear. “Daddy likes that.”

His penis jerked big.

Tate nodded and put his lips next to my ear. “Daddy likes it when you’re naughty and cute at the same time. He’s just not sure how to explain it.”

Words were hard sometimes.

“I know how.” I’d read and thought and practiced and even talked to my internet people. They said I was a good partner and that I had a cute penis and that it was okay that we were learning new relationship stuff. “He just tells me that he likes me for being me.”

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