Page 14 of Little Bedtime Snack

When I came back in, Daddy was sitting up. Crap. I woke him.

“You’re awake, sweet boy.” His sleepy voice was somehow sexier than his everyday one. How was that even possible?

“Yes, Daddy. Sorry I woke you. I needed to use the bathroom.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He patted the spot beside him in bed and slid down, making sure my Daddy-pillow was ready for me.

I padded over, and the entire time he watched me, studied me. As I climbed into bed he asked, “Do you wake up every night?”

Coming from a random date, that would have been an odd question. But from a Daddy, it was sweetness. Mason was looking out for me, taking care of me, trying to see if there was an issue that needed to be addressed. And in this case, there wasn’t. I just drank too much milk before I fell asleep, and I’d never be mad at that.

“Not usually, but I usually don’t sleep as hard as I did either.” I wasn’t going to mention the milk. I never wanted him to feel bad about sharing his with me. “Even with getting up, it’s already the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

His face said he didn’t like the sound of that. Oops.

I grabbed my bunny and hugged him close. “Thank you for getting him for me.”

“Anything you need, sweet boy. Always.” It was too soon for always and forever, but also, there was a truth to his words.

I laid down and cuddled into Daddy.

“You know, if you get up a lot at night when we’re together, it might be a good idea for us to try diapers so you don’t have to worry about it.”

I popped my head up, my jaw dropping. Really? How had I not seen where his line of questioning was going. Diapers weren’t something I disliked. In fact, I quite enjoyed it. It allowed me to fall into Little space deeply, but for some reason, I didn’t think he’d be into it.

I wasn’t into round-the-clock age play. That wasn’t something I needed all the time, or even wanted. But every once in a while, it was nice to have that freedom to fall so deeply into Little space that I didn’t need to worry about a single thing, not even using the bathroom.

“Yeah, maybe we can do that one day. I don’t need it, but it could be nice.” I glanced up at him, trying to meet his eyes, the darkness thwarting me. “I mean, if you want.”

“I want to do whatever makes my sweet boy happy.” He pressed an awkward kiss to the top of my head. “Now get some sleep. You had a lot of exercise last night and have to be exhausted still.”

I blushed at the memory of the exercise in question.

And this time, when I settled back to go to sleep, I couldn’t, because my mind was thinking about adorable diapers and how snug I’d feel in them after Daddy cleaned me up and tucked meinside. How caring he would be if I needed a change. Scenario after scenario played through my head, and that was the enemy of sleep.

“My sweet boy, you’re not sleeping.”

“I know, Daddy. Sometimes my brain doesn’t shut down.” Rarely ever.

“Would some milky help?” His offer shouldn’t have caught me off guard and yet it did.

“You don’t mind?” I didn’t want him to feel like all I wanted him around for was his milk or to make his nipples sore, but now that he mentioned it, my mouth was watering.

“I want nothing more than to provide for you. Take what you need, my sweet boy.”

I didn’t need another invitation. I wrapped my arm around his waist and angled my body so that my mouth came down right at the nipple, licking a circle around it before latching on.

The first time I nursed, I’d been nervous. I worried that I would hurt him or make things weird or do it wrong. But instead, instinctively, my mouth knew exactly what to do. And even now, as I started to draw long pulls of milk, my body started to relax, and as I did, I kept going as if on instinct.

I never got to the other side, instead drifting off, sound asleep as I filled my belly with warm milk and my entire being with the love of my Daddy.

I didn’t wake up again until the morning.

Only this time, I was alone.

There was a brief moment of panic, and then I heard the beep of my waffle maker.

Daddy was cooking me breakfast.

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