Page 37 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

“Shoot, I don’t remember. I was so excited he gave me a bee stuffie. I’m sorry, Trevor. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

Off to the room we went, both stealing a quick kiss from our daddies while they returned to daddy talk.

“I love your room. I take it you like ducks.” I’d never seen so many in my life. I’d also never given them much thought outside of tubby time but seeing this many with different themes was kind of cool.

“I doooo. Duckies are so much fun. Look at this huge one Daddy found.” He tried to move it but on the carpet it was hard. “You can ride it.” Brandon sat on it and rocked it like the metal riding toys on the giant springs at the park.

“It’s ginormous!”

He had a duckie rug, duckie pictures all over the wall. It was duckie overload. Who knew there were so many.

“I know, wanna play with my duckie fishing game?”

“Sure, sounds fun to me.” I was up for anything and honestly, just happy to be here.

“First we roll the dice and whoever has the highest number goes first.” Brandon rolled a three and I rolled a five. “That’s you. What you have to do is take the little fishing pole with the magnet and touch it to the magnet on the duck without tipping the duck over or you lose your turn.”

“Got it.”

Slowly, carefully, I lowered the stick just above the blue duck and it was like the magnet jumped up and latched on.

“I got one! I got one!”

Brandon clapped and cheered. “My turn.”

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“The boys sound like they’re having a great time.” Their giggles echoed down the hall. “We are two lucky daddies for sure.”

“That we are. I’m glad you found your forever boy, Jayger.”

“Me, too, my friend. Me, too. What’s on tap tonight?”

Adam was known throughout the Daddy world for his home brews. While beer wasn’t my alcohol of choice, not that I partook all that often, I was always down to sample a friend’s concoction. He once tried to explain the ins and out of the process to me, but I was more of a taster than a creator.

“Tonight, I’ve got a pale honey ale. First time I’ve tried this blend, so I’m interested in your take on it.”

Adam and I walked over to his keg set up and he pulled a pint for each of us. He held his glass up and turned it from side to side. “Color is on point, but I sampled so much of it earlier I’m not sure my tastebuds are to be trusted.”

“Understood.” I took a sip and swished it around inside my mouth, allowing my tastebuds to fully absorb and savor theflavors. “Not too hoppy. I know lights tend to be which is why I lean more toward darker beers, though this is one I’d drink again.”

“Not sure if that’s good or bad. But now that I know you enjoy dark beers and our boys seem to have adopted one another, I’ll work on a special one just for you.”

“Sounds great to me. This one is quite tasty.”

“I think that line is reserved for fruity drinks.” At Adam’s smart ass comment we both laughed.

“Touché,my friend. Well, played.”

Adam chuckled and finished off his beer. “Let’s feed our boys.”

“Yummy. Mini corndogs and chickie nuggies.” Trevor happily announced as I set his plate in front of him. “Thank you Daddy and Daddy Adam.”

“You’re welcome,” Adam and I said in unison.

“Lots of dippy, dippy sauces.” Trevor and his enthusiasm for dippy sauces made meals much more entertaining.

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