Page 72 of Who's Your Daddy

As he laughed, I climbed off the end of the bed and wrapped my arms around my giggly boy. “My sticky goose.”

That didn’t help him get himself under control, but that hadn’t been my goal, so I just tried not to laugh along with him.

Two of us doing nothing but rolling around with laughter would just leave him sticky and with no books being read.

“Upsy-daisy.” Scooping him up, I walked him into the bathroom before setting him down by the sink. “A sticky daisy.”

He was somehow covered in enough cum to have been from both of us and looked like he’d been flooded by some kind of monster from one of Leander’s books.

We’d heard about the monsters too…but we’d all had to do some research on that.

But human cum was easy enough to clean up, so all it took to get him fixed up was warm water and a washcloth since he didn’t seem to be thinking about another shower. “All clean.”

Teeth came next, but that went quickly because he wanted books more than he wanted to distract me.

“Now jammies?” His uncontrollable giggles had finally faded and he was slipping into a snuggly headspace that said bedtime wouldn’t be far behind.

“Now potty then jammies.” Just in case he fell asleep faster than I expected.

And when all he did was nod and turn to walk towards the toilet, I knew it’d been a good call.

“Now jammies and then we should pick out a stuffed animal to snuggle with.” Leading him back into the bedroom and over to his clothes, I kissed his head. “Which one do you think would like to read with us?”

Thinking was hard and he was fully dressed again before he’d decided that his construction bear should be the one to hang out with us. “He might get lonely.”

Sounded like reasonable logic to me, so I nodded. “I think that’s a good plan. Do you need any water while we’re getting him?”

That took more thought and a frown as we made our way to the living room. “Do you have a sippy cup? A bottle? A straw?”

Oh.

“We need to make a list of things to keep at this house.” I’d forgotten the right cups. “I don’t have a sippy cup or bottle, but I’ve got a twirly straw that goes round and round and a fun cup from McDonald’s.”

And I was back to being a great Daddy.

“Good straws, Daddy?” Tugging on my hand, he raced us through the living room and grabbed the bear before rushing us toward the kitchen. “Big kitchen, Daddy.”

He paused, taking in the space. “My straw?”

Yes, there was no point in going through every drawer to find his new straw.

“I’ll show you.” Leading him over to the other side of the kitchen, I opened up my random shit drawer. It wasn’t the junk drawer, but it did have a ridiculous amount of random things like twirly straws and silly-looking plastic silverware. “This is where we’re going to put fun straws for you and then we’ll reorganize this cabinet for cups and plates and important things like that.”

“Mine.” Nodding, he rested his head on my shoulder. “My baking?”

Yes, we couldn’t forget that either. “I’m going to make some space in the pantry for all your baking supplies.”

Picking out his cup and straw, I took him over to the fridge to get water for him. “You need pans and sprinkles and cookie cutters. Oh, and icing for cupcakes.”

That got another giggle from him, but it was softer that time. “Cookies and cupcakes.”

“They’re the best.” I shrugged as I brought the straw up to his lips. “You make very good cookies and cupcakes, and oh, don’t forget the banana bread.”

“No nuts. No raisins.” He’d have laughed but the straw was too tempting and distracted him. By the time he finished his water, his brain had shifted gears again and he was back to relaxed and snuggly. “Good Daddy.”

“Thank you.” Kissing his head, I set the cup down and wrapped him in my arms. “Let’s go snuggle.”

Because books and snuggles were the best way to end the day.

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