Page 14 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

You too, Daddy Jayger.

He signed it with a heart.

One nursing and I was a goner…

Good morning, Daddy Jayger. Did last night really happen?

Still in bed, recounting every moment of our meeting, I had struggled to get up until his text came through and reinvigorated me. I had a boy to see and things to plan for our day together.

Yes sweet boy, it did. How did you sleep?

Good, got about four hours which is a lot for me.

We’ll have to work on that. So, are you up for a picnic today?

Did you hear me squeal? Oops, I scared my mom. Yes, a picnic sounds wonderful.

Sorry, Mom. Pick you up at eleven?

I’ll be ready. Here’s my address and Mom said you must come in and meet her first.

That begged the question, how old was this boy?

Not a problem. I hate to ask this, somewhat after the fact, but how old are you?

Twenty. I’ll be twenty-one in May.

Whew. Crisis averted. Been down that road before and am NOT traveling it again.

For complete clarity, I’m thirty-five. Will that be a problem?

No Daddy Jayger.

Such a polite boy. Excellent. I’ll see you shortly.

Yay!

With a plan in mind, I showered and gathered the basket to tuck in the goodies I’d pick up along the way. Mindful not to forget a bouquet of flowers for the mother I was about to meet as well. Nervous as hell, I’d not had a relationship last long enough to meet a mother. Was the universe sending another sign by having me meet Trevor’s at the onset?

Trevor was new to the lifestyle, so a test of favorite finger foods was on the menu for today. I popped into the grocer for a variety of sauces and juice boxes, then over to the deli for the selection I’d ordered earlier. After a quick stop at the floral display, I paid, then opened the trunk and set up the basket and was on my way.

Butterflies the size of Australia swarmed through me. The level of importance in not only creating a successful first date, but impressing the mother veered to the overwhelming side.

“You’ve got this, Jayger.” Pep talk completed, I grabbed the bouquet from the passenger seat and headed for their door.

“Daddy Jayger, you’re really here!” Trevor excitedly hugged me.

“Of course I am, silly boy. I told you I was coming.”

“Sadly, my sweet boy hasn’t had the best of luck with men.”

I looked up and saw a woman standing just behind Trevor. “I’m sorry to hear that but their loss is my win, Mrs.?”

“Miss, but you can call me Lila.”

“Lila, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Jayger and these are for you.”

“Thank you, it’s nice to meet you as well.”

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