Page 43 of My Young Rebel Daddy

When I first realized all those years ago that I was a Little, I began to hang out in Little clubs and do research on the internet.

It was fun learning about the culture and how open-minded it was. But what I saw so little of was younger Daddies with older Littles.

For a long time, I just didn’t think that it was possible that I would be able to have a Daddy like Jason – and thank heavens I didn’t give up on that dream either!

I should have known that I’d find my dream Daddy one day, but I have to admit that there were times back in the city where I really thought my destiny was to be alone and without my one true love.

Even now, I sometimes have to pinch myself to confirm that this is real life and actually happening to me.

Sometimes when I’m working at The Little Petal, I get distracted by thoughts that this could be all one big, super-intense dream – and it occasionally takes an irate customer to remind me that no, this is very much reality!

But seriously, as I’m lying here and watching my Daddy powder my butt, I feel so safe, nourished, and loved that I think all the years without Jason might simply have been a way of preparing me to really savor and cherish when he finally did show up in my life.

‘I’m a lucky Little,’ I sing, playfully kicking my legs as Daddy puts the finishing touches on my fresh diaper. ‘I’m a lucky Little with the best Daddy in the whole wide world!’

‘And I’m the luckiest Daddy too,’ Jason replies. ‘Now let’s go and finish the prep for tomorrow’s party. We’ve got some hungry Daddies coming over and I don’t want any one of my crew giving me crap about not having enough snacks for them to go with their beers!’

‘Yes, Daddy!’ I giggle, getting up on my feet and walking through to the kitchen, hand in hand with the best Daddy a Little could ever wish for.

I’m in love – and that feeling will only get stronger.

We fought for our dream home, and now it’s time to enjoy it!

Chapter 18

Jason

I can’t tell you how good it feels to be living in this house with my baby boy.

Every day is a dream, and even though we’ve still got plenty of finishing touches to put on in the garden and down in the multi-room basement, I can say with some confidence that this residence will always be my favorite build.

I might build another hundred house, but none of them will be thisveryspecial home.

What delights me the most is seeing the look of love on my boy’s face as he lives his life. He designed every detail in here to fit in with his needs and preferences, and I was more than happy to accommodate each one – even if that did mean having to change plans at the last minute from time to time!

But even though it was the boy who designed the house, I know that it’s my home as much as it is Nick’s.

There has never been an issue over the fact that it was Nick’s money that paid for the materials and the land. I’d be with Nick if he was penniless, and he knows that.

I do have one gripe though…

This housewarming party is leaning way too much on the Little-focused theme.

I don’t think my Daddy friends are going to be too impressed to be sipping on their ice-cold beers next to bunches of pink balloons and rainbow patterned piñatas.

Fuck it – if I can handle it, my men can deal with it too!

‘Yo! Rock, what the hell is this?’ Taylor says, striding over to me and pointing at all the pink balloons?’

‘Suck it up and drink this,’ I laugh, handing Taylor a bottle of European lager. ‘A few of these down your throat and you won’t mind what color the balloons are.’

‘True!’ Taylor says, taking a long gulp on the drink. ‘Anyway… there’s something we need to discuss.’

Hmmm. This is interesting.

Taylor’s been a bit quiet in the last couple of weeks and I’ve been wondering whether there was something on his mind.

Usually we all talk about what’s going on in our lives and reach out if we need to – but I’ve definitely sensed that Taylor was holding something back.

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