Page 53 of Fitch

Before I could chastise him, or thank him—I wasn’t sure which was about to come out of my mouth—he laughed and got out of the car.

I sat and watched him as he walked to the end of the block and turned the corner. I was smiling, shaking my head, my heart happy. And, if I was completely honest, a little disappointed that he didn’t turn around for one last look.

I gotmy first text from him about half an hour later.

Miss me yet?

God, if only he knew . . .

Though, honestly, it was difficult to miss him when he’d barely left my thoughts at all.

I was in the supermarket and contemplated sending him a photo of my basket, showing the snacks and juice boxes I bought for him but worried he might think I was being ridiculous.

And that wasn’t even the most ridiculous thing...

Because when his text buzzed in my pocket, I was in the underwear aisle, looking specifically at what to get for him. I wasn’t even sure why... just something to wear under those tiny shorts. Because why not?

I was torn between getting him some dinosaur print actual boy underwear but wasn’t sure if that was a step too far.

Or some cute pink girl underwear instead. It was a strong contender... but again, was it a step too far?

Or the very normal boy trunks in sensible shades of blue.

Maybe I should ask him which he’d prefer... Would he think that was weird?

Then I thought fuck it. I was allowed some fun, right?

So I replied to his text.

I lined the three different packs of underwear up on the shelf and took a photo. I sent it to him.

Help me decide. Which little underwear should daddy buy for his very good boy?

A second later my phone rang, Fitch’s bee emoji lighting up my screen.

I smiled as I answered. “Hello,” I said, trying to be stern.

His laughter was warm and it sent a shiver through me. “Why are you buying me underwear?”

“Because I was under the impression you don’t own any.”

He laughed again. “I don’t wear them to your place because it’s easier access for you if I don’t.”

“Hm.” This was probably true, but still.

He made a happy sound. “If you don’t get me both the dinosaur and the pink ones with hearts on them, I’ll be devastated.”

I laughed. “What about the blue stripey ones?”

“They would have been perfectly fine if you just bought those and didn’t show me the other two options. I see a stegosaurus and cute little love hearts. Which ones do you think I’m going to choose?”

I chuckled as I put the blue ones back and tossed the other two into my basket. “I got the larger size, but they might be a bit tight on you.”

“Oh, I will squeeze every bit of me into those,” he murmured. “Make you work to get me out of them.”

“Hm,” I grunted at him. “I wasn’t sure on the pink ones,” I admitted. “Didn’t know what you’d think.”

“But you clearly like the idea of me in them,” he murmured. “You clearly know me better than you realise because I love the idea of them. But just so you know, I will wear whichever you put out for me. Whatever you want, daddy. However you like it.”

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