Page 15 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

“I love your shirt, Trevor.Bee Yourselfwith silly bees all over it.”

“I love, love, love bees. Wait right here one sec. He held a finger up, then took off down the hall and returned with a stuffie. “This is my best friend, Bumble.”

“Hello Bumble, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I shook his little wing. “Are you and Bumble ready to go?”

“Wait, what?” His eyes teared up and I feared I’d said the wrong thing. “Bumble can come, too?”

“Of course he can, he’s your friend.”

Trevor burst into tears and wrapped himself around me again. I peered up at his mother. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, Jayger, you said everything right. You two enjoy yourself.”

I buckled Trevor in and when I slid into the driver’s seat, he had Bumble bouncing on his lap.

“Is Bumble excited for today?”

“He is, Daddy Jayger. How long have you been a daddy?”

“Oddly enough, I’ve been in the lifestyle since I was your age, but it was a couple years after that before I became a daddy. Once I played with my first little, I was hooked.”

“So, is um…” He fiddled with the cute bow tie on Bumble. “Is, um, feeding littles your full-time job?”

Was that a hint of jealously I sniffed out?

“When I was in college it was a job, but no, it’s not now. Now I do it because not only do I enjoy it, but I get my fill of littles.” Let’s try this on and see if I hit the real question behind his words. “If I had a little of my own and they didn’t like me feeding others, I’d stop doing it.”

“But-but, wouldn’t they feel bad if you did that? Gave up something you enjoyed for them. That doesn’t sound fair.”

Yup, hit the nail on the head.

“I’d enjoy having my own boy to nurse more than anything.”

He shimmied his tiny tush as much as the seatbelt allowed in a little dance, and we were back on track.

“Do you have a job, Trevor?”

“I do. I work at my old grade school with my mom. Well, not with her. She’s a kindergarten teacher and I’m a janitor.”

“That sounds fun. You and your mom must get along well to be able live and work together.”

“We do. My mom is the best. What do you do, Daddy Jayger?”

At this point he’d somehow managed to twist himself yet remained in the belt so he could see me without getting tangled up. Quite the Houdini, this one was.

“I’m in marketing. Nothing exciting or glamorous but it pays the bills.”

Seemingly satisfied with my response, he shifted gears.

“Where are we going, Daddy Jayger?”

“It’s a surprise. Do you like surprises?”

Trevor excitedly clapped his hands. “I do!”

We pulled into the parking lot at the park and his eyes widened. “Is this the peacock park?”

“It is.” This park was well known throughout town due to the number of wild peacocks that freely roamed it.

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