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We work in silence for a bit, and Leo comes up and hugs me. I’m caught off guard, but I wrap my arms around him.

“I’m sorry, and I know how much you’ve done for me. I know it was all you who paid for my schooling, and I would offer to pay you back because I make…” I wave him off, and he continues, “stupid money, but I know you wouldn’t accept it.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t. I’m proud of you.” I kiss the top of his head.

“I’m glad Izzy makes you happy.”

“He does.”

“Now that I’ve seen you two together, it’s pretty obvious. You’re sure you’re okay with him having a dick?”

“Do you want to hear how okay I am with him having a dick?”

Leo steps back and raises his hands. “Nope, no thank you.”

I laugh.

“Do you think Izzy might be a Little?”

Leo thinks for a moment. “I don’t think he’s the diaper and binkie type, but he likes having someone tell him what to do. Maybe a Middle.”

“I wonder if I should take him to dinner with Lane and the officers. They have a few Littles. It might be good for him to see them and know it’s okay.”

“Do you want him to be a Little?”

“I don’t think so. I just want to take care of him, but I don’t need to watch him play with toys. Do you think Whit is a Little?”

“He might be, but we’re still getting to know each other. He does have some tendencies, though.”

There’s a loud crash from the other room.

“We better go check on them,” I say.

Chapter 25

Izzy

“Oops,” I say as the lamp crashes to the ground.

Both Daddies come running into the room, and I know that we’re in trouble now.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to,” Whit says.

“Yeah, we were making a nest so we could watch the movies together.”

“It’s okay.” Daddy picks up the lamp, which is fine. “Wow, that is a fantastic nest.”

“Really?” I ask, happy to have made Daddy happy.

“Fantastic.” Leo grins and hugs Whit close. It’s so cute how he tries to make himself as small as possible to fit into Leo’s hold. “Let’s go make some cookies.”

Whit and I run to the kitchen and stop when we see all the sprinkles and frosting set out.

“That’s a lot of sprinkles,” I say, and Whit nods.

All four of us sit down to decorate. Leo and I take our time making sure the cookies are perfect. Whit is more about quantity and has four done to my one. Daddy only made one, and now he’s dipping the broken pieces in frosting and eating them.

“You can make more,” I tell him.

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