Page 27 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

Possibly a playground.

Lightbulb.

“Alright, sweet boy. Let’s go for a walk.” With Bumble tucked tightly to his side, he took my hand, and we walked down the street toward the neighborhood park. It wasn’t as big as peacock park was, but a great place for him to run off some of this excess energy before dinner. Afterward, it would be tubby time and hopefully he’d find that same peace nursing tonight as he had at the club.

Trevor skipped alongside me as we made our way along the sidewalk, happy as anything, and chatted away.

“I hope there are bees and flowers and lots of toys to play on. I love playgrounds, they’re my favorite. Do you come here a lot?”

“That was a lot of words in one breath, dear boy.”

His face fell and I knew I’d said the wrong thing. “Let me see if I can answer them all. There are some flowers and plants so there may be bees. There aren’t as many toys as the other park we went to but what they have is still fun. And no, I don’t come herea lot. In fact, I’ve lived in my house about seven years now and I think I’ve been here twice.”

He was back to skipping so I’d count that recovery as a win.

As soon as we crossed the street and entered the park, Trevor squealed and did a lap around it. I guessed he was assessing where to start which unsurprisingly began with the flowerbeds and bushes. Then he was off to the swings. I’d bet this sweet boy would like to plant a garden at Daddy’s house.

Just added that to a fun future weekend date.

“Push me, Daddy!” he called out. We had the park to ourselves like we were the only two people on earth and this daddy was happy to oblige his boy. “Wheee!” Trevor giggled. “Higher, Daddy, higher!”

When he’d had enough of that he jumped off the swing and over to the merry go round. “Spin me, Daddy!”

By the time this tired daddy could hardly stand up anymore, Trevor had played on every toy in the park.

“Sweet boy, Daddy needs to rest and it’s getting close to dinner time.” The sun was on the verge of its descent into night, and there was a stiff cocktail with my name on it waiting in the liquor cabinet at home.

He wasn’t as pumped up for the walk home as he was coming over, leaving me to believe we’d worked off the zoomies. Thankfully this morning I’d prepped for dinner before I picked him up, so I only had to bake the chicken and cook the pasta, then toss in the veggies. Salt, pepper, and lemon juice and our healthy dinner was ready.

“Daddy, this is nummy, and it doesn’t even need any dippy sauces.”

“Whatever shall we do?” My fake sigh had triggered his laughter. “I’m glad you like it, but guess what?”

“What?”

“It’s healthy and you said it’s nummy. So I win.”

“Silly Daddy,” he rolled his eyes. “But I’m the real winner cause I had the best day ever!”

“You said that last time.”

“That’s cause every day I get to spend with you is the best.”

Trevor and his big heart rendered me speechless.

“I’m done!” Thankfully he wasn’t a messy eater or he’d have slung food everywhere when he threw his hands in the air. “Is it tubby time, Daddy?”

“Almost. Let me get the kitchen cleaned up and then it will be.”

Trevor was running around, singing and dancing and having a great time. What I didn’t expect to find when I turned around was his naked ass streaking through the house while still wearing the bumble bee headband. Evidently he had zero issues with self-nudity. Gotta say, it made my day watching that cute little bee-hind dance around. A memory that will forever be at the forefront of this daddy’s mind. Both adorable and adorably sexy.

A giggly squeal filled the room when I swatted his butt as he streaked by me. “Tubby time, little one.”

He followed along, singing his silly song. No clue what it was, and it really didn’t matter. He was a happy boy and that was my only goal.

“Here, open these while daddy gets everything ready.”

“Yay! Tubby duckies!”

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