Page 40 of Bossy Baby

Mac’s eyes widened before he quickly plucked Hayley out of the air. “Careful!”

Hayley laughed. “I knew you would catch me.” Hayley gave him a peck on the cheek as Mac held him close. “Now carry me to that comfortable-looking chair, Daddy.”

Mac was trying hard not to show how amused he was, but Hayley caught his lip twitch. “Bossy.”

And they both liked him that way. Mac did indeed carry him over to the rocking recliner. He cuddled Hayley close.

They stayed quiet for several long moments as Mac rocked them.

Hayley sighed. “I guess we should talk about where we see our relationship going.”

“We don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to,” Mac assured him.

“I know.” Hayley smiled. “But the sooner we do, the sooner we can enjoy this room together.”

Mac nodded.

“Do you have any questions you want to start with?” Hayley asked.

Mac pressed his lips together. “So many.” Then he chuckled.

“Me too,” Hayley admitted.

“How little are you? Shit! I’m assuming you are alittle. You might not identify as alittlethough.”

“I’m alittle,” Hayley was quick to answer.

“I thought so,” Mac seemed to relax. “Child divided plates and sippy cups?”

“I love them. And you cutting up my food.” Hayley thought that was totally a Daddy job.

“What about bottles?” Mac questioned.

“Yes,” Hayley said. “I have a few for nights when I just need to let go. But I don’t use them often. I sort of always connected that with having a Daddy. That he’d hold me while he gave me a bottle before bed.”

“How often do you like to belittle?” Mac asked next. “You don’t seem to staylittlelike Avery does.”

Hayley shrugged. “I still like to be big me. Avery is adorable beinglittlebut for me it’s something I like to escape into. I still want to go on grown-up dates and just hang out as adults.”

“I would like that. To take you on dates for when you’relittleand big. That would give us plenty to do together.”

Hayley was glad Mac seemed to understand that he wasn’t exactly like the otherlittlesor boys he knew. This kind of relationship was unique to the people involved.

“What about diapers or pull-ups?” Mac asked. He ran his fingers under the waistband of Hayley’s pajama pants. “I really like your tiny bright briefs.”

“Right!” Hayley was thrilled. “I’ve not tried diapers. Another thing I was waiting to see what my Daddy thought. I don’t have to have them, but we could maybe experiment together?” Was he being too pushy? “I have some training pants. I use them if I’m having trouble relaxing my mind. They help me get into the right mindset.”

“So we have some things we can try together, but we don’t have to get rid of the undies that I like so much. I’m happy with that.”

“I do love my undies. I have over forty colors!”

“Forty?”

Hayley giggled at the look of amazement on Mac’s face. “I might be a bit obsessed.”

“Okay, I’ll be happy to feed that obsession. What else should I know?”

Happier than he could ever remember being, Hayley laid his head down on Mac’s chest. “So much.” He lifted his head. “But when do I get to play? Talking is yucky grown-up stuff.” The room was calling to him.

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