Page 11 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

“No ma’am and…and, I’m really nervous about it.”

“Sweet boy, don’t be. I have a seasoned wet nurse here that will set you right at ease. And if you do nothing more than talk,then so be it. You never do anything you don’t want to do, understand?”

“Yes Miss Erin.” Everyone here was so nice and made me feel welcome.

“Follow me.”

We walked through the same door Daddy Jayger disappeared behind and into a room with a handful of curtained areas. At least they were colorful, otherwise I’d feel like we were in the ER room. She led me to the last one, the only open one, and there he was.

“Daddy Jayger, this is Trevor and it’s his first time here. He’s got a case of the butterflies so maybe you can talk him through them?”

“I’d be delighted. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Trevor.”

His voice was like the really good, super chocolatey milk that slid right down your throat and into your tummy yummy. Mine was currently doing flip flops and my brain went… blank.

“Trevor, will it be okay to leave you in Daddy Jayger’s capable hands?”

“Ye-yes, Miss Erin. Thank you.”

As soon as she left, my brain rebooted and with it came a tremendous mess in the form of a giant batch of word vomit.

“I’m new. I’m a little. I think. Maybe. Brandon said you’re a daddy. Do you have a little? I don’t have a daddy. I’m new.”

His smile widened. “Let me see if I understand this. You’re new?”

I bobbed my head.

“You think you’re a little but you’re not sure?”

“Kinda. Well, I wasn’t sure before I got here but now I feel normal, so I think I am.”

“Someone made you feel bad for being a little?”

“No, well, not exactly. People make me feel bad for wanting to play and swing and be silly.”

“Well, those kinds of people aren’t your people. Have you had fun tonight?”

Back to the bobblehead thing. “Yes, Daddy Jayger, I had so much fun with my new friend Brandon and his Daddy. Daddy Adam.”

“I know them both well. Daddy Adam is a great daddy and I’m glad he brought you here tonight.”

“You are?”

“I am. Now, next question.” He sat back on the big comfy-looking chair. “What made you seek a wet nurse?”

My face heated to a dangerous level and I did my best to hide it from him.

“No hiding from Daddy Jayger, Trevor.”

“I um, I…” How did I say this without--Gah, those sucking images from the failed web search haunted my brain and I slapped my hands over my eyes to hide them. “I like to suck on things but not like those awful pictures online but like binkies and bottles and fall asleep when I do it.”

“Slow down, Trevor. Take a deep breath.” Daddy Jayger did one, then another and I copied him. “Good boy.”

Oh, how I wanted to be his good boy.

“Now, when you use a bottle at home what do you put in it? Water? Juice?”

“Milk.”

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