Page 70 of Pretty Baby

“It came in earlier this week.”

Caleb lifted his eyes. “My pretty?”

“That’s right,” Grant said while hugging him. “Remember Daddy ordered you some new pretties from that online store we looked at.”

Caleb nodded.

“Would you like to try it on?”

“Please.”

Grant sat on the bed before picking up the light pink man panties. Manties? He wasn’t sure. He just knew it was sexy and he loved dressing up his pretty baby. He liked the way Caleb brightened when he called them panties so Grant thought it would be best to continue using the word panties.

He held out the manties. “Step in please.”

Caleb laid his hand on Grant’s shoulder as he lifted a foot. Grant pulled the new undies up and got them situated.

Caleb wiggled as he stared down.

“How do they fit?”

“Perfect,” Caleb whispered. He ran the tip of his finger over the lace across the waistband. “Like they were made for me.”

“These are made for men so they’ll fit better in the right places,” Grant told him cupping Caleb’s balls. “But they are still pretty enough for my baby.”

“They’re perfect.”

Grant picked up the matching man’s camisole. He slid the silky material across Caleb’s nipples before helping his boy finished getting dressed.

“Can I go look?” Caleb asked as he leaned forward to peer toward the closet where the full-length mirror was.

“Of course.” He barely got the words out before Caleb was racing to the mirror.

“Daddy! I’m so pretty!”

Smiling wide Grant rose and joined Caleb in the mirror. “You are. You are my pretty baby.”

Caleb twirled and giggled.

“Now how about I carry my pretty baby to go cuddle on the couch with Daddy?”

Caleb jumped up and down. “Yes! Yes! Cooking show.”

“You got it,” Grant picked Caleb up. His boy immediately wrapping his arms around Grant’s neck.

It settled something inside him.

Grant carried Caleb into the living room where the fur babies were all laid out. Grant had already taken the dogs into the back and thrown the ball until they were worn out. Even Lucy had bounced and chased the ball until she’d decided the younger pups could do the work and she could stand beside Grant to get ear scratches.

They were now laid out on their beds ready for a quiet night.

Grant was too. This is how he hoped most of their nights ended. With his boy in his arms happy and content.

He sat on the couch and leaned back with Caleb against his chest. He grabbed the remote but Caleb had started to pull on Grant’s shirt.

“What do you need baby?”

Caleb smacked his lips and pulled harder.

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