Page 55 of Awakening His Daddy

“I wasn’t trying to be sexy.” The little brat swirls his tongue and blinks sweetly at me. “Thisis trying to be sexy.” His teeth pinch down gently, and I can feel the milk squirting into his mouth.

I groan loudly, and he sucks hard now.

“Izzy, drink like a good boy, or I’ll take it away.”

He gasps, shocked that I would even recommend that, but he suckles normally now.

“Much better, baby. That’s a good boy.”

Once he finishes the first side, he’s ready to move over to the second, but I stop him.

“Let me go get you some pills.”

He whines and paws at me, but I grab his hands.

“But Daddy, they make my tummy upset.”

“I know, that’s why you’re going to the take just ibuprofen until I can talk to the doctor. And they said you need to keep taking the pills or the pain will get too bad, and it will be hard to get it to go back down.”

“I am in pain,” he answers, but his eyes never leave my exposed chest. “But can I finish later?”

“Daddy needs you to finish.” Oh, I enjoy saying that. Calling myself Daddy while this boy—no,myboy, looks to me for direction.

“You like being Daddy.” He gives me a smug smirk.

“I do.” I tuck him back in and kiss his forehead. “You relax and wait here.”

I head to the kitchen and butter some bread for Izzy, since there’s no power to make toast. Then I grab his pills and a glass of water. I’m not sure if my milk has all the nutrients my boy might need, so I need to make sure he still eats well.

I’ll look at making him something with more protein for dinner if he feels better. What a fucking weird thought. My milk.

When I come back into the bedroom, Izzy is looking at his phone.

“Do you still have any battery left?” I ask.

“A little, but I wanted to let Leo know that we’re okay. He worries.”

“He does. He gets that from me. Here are your pills and some water.”

“Is it still snowing outside?”

“It looks like it’s stopped, but it’s swirling and cold now.”

“Are we still stuck here?”

“I’m sorry, baby, but we are.”

“Yes!” he cheers, and I chuckle. “I’m happy to be stuck here with you, and now we can explore what being a platsonic, Daddy means.”

“Platonic,” I correct.

“Right, Potomac.”

“Sassy,” I mumble, and he takes the pills before eating both slices of bread.

“I’m done.” He reaches for me.

“Give it a few minutes to see if your tummy is still upset.”

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