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“Yes, Daddy.” It seemed dirty and naughty that the flap was there, but it thrilled me. I deliberately ordered them for that feature—as well as the rockets.

I stepped into the legs. My feet slipped past the ankle elastic and into the attached slippers. They fit me perfectly.

Max held the back up and out so I could get my arms through the sleeves. His breath hitched a little as I twisted my body to get into the top part. He put his hands on my waist, so gentle I could barely feel them, and pressed to make me turn to face him. With a very serious face, he started to do up all the buttons.

I watched, never missing a beat as my cock begin to harden. Who would’ve thought doing up buttons would make me hard? But these were onesie rocket jammie buttons. And Max was my daddy. I wanted to bubble over in gratitude.

When he reached the top button, pushing it through the buttonhole, I threw my arms around his waist.

Max put his arms around my shoulders, nuzzling the top of my head. “What’s this for?”

“That was exactly what I wanted. I don’t know why.”

“What?”

“You buttoning the front for me. This feeling came over me. So big I can’t explain it.”

“Remember, I share this feeling, baby. I’m right there with you.”

“I want to learn and do more,” I demanded in a baby voice.

“Me, too. We’ll do more. A lot more of anything you want.”

“Thank you.” I breathed the words into his shirt.

“Can you tell me more of what you want now?” he asked.

“I want—I want to go downstairs, watch cartoons, have juice and sit in your lap.”

“That’s a lot of things. Let me see if I can keep up.”

I backed up, looking into his eyes. “That’s not a lot. It’s easy.” I took his hand in mine. “I’ll show you.”

“By all means,” he said. “Lead the way.”

9

Max

Kiren’s grip, soft and warm, led me to the couch. He grabbed the bear, the elephant and the unicorn—Brobear, Kila and Ellabelle—and arranged them neatly among the pillows.

“I’ll get the juice.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

When I returned, he was standing before the couch. I set his juice cup down along with my drink and put my hand on his shoulder. “Where do you want me to sit?”

“Right in the middle.”

I did as requested. Then he put out his arms and braced them on my shoulders. He slid his rear end right into my lap, his legs hanging over one side, and leaned into my embrace. Again, I was careful with him, keeping my arms loose.

While Kiren was getting into his rocket onesie, he twisted his body for the first armhole. His undershirt rode up and exposed the skin on his side. I had not expected to see dark pink mottling,like severe bruising. I forced myself to not react, but now I knew why he wanted to keep his undershirt on. He didn’t want me to see it.

Kiren had a secret. And I wondered when he’d feel safe enough to tell me.

I reached for the remote and turned on the TV.

Kiren leaned into me, his arms gathered at his chest.

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