Page 3 of Screw Me Daddy

‘Here you are, boys,’ Nanny says as she approached me and Lane. ‘I saved the two biggest slices for my biggest boys.’

‘Wow, thank you Nanny,’ both Lane and I say in unison as we take the plates of pie out of Nanny Josephine’s warm hands.

‘Now be good boys and take a seat,’ Nanny laughs. ‘I don’t want apple pie all over my floor!’

Lane and I laugh and manage to squeeze onto the table with the rest of the Blue Collar Boys.

Nanny Josephine is a wonderful lady, and honestly one of the most valuable people in our little community of Littles. Her dedication in setting upMorning Milkand running it with so much care and attention to detail is invaluable to us all.

Whether it’s a morning slice of pie and some milk, a playdate, or even a long nap and diaper change, Nanny Josephine has us covered.

With her chestnut brown hair, petite but curvy body, and emerald-green eyes, Nanny Josephine could easily be on TV, but I’m grateful that her passion is the café.

And I’m even more grateful that Nanny lets us use the place as an office!

Well, it’s not like we don’t spend a serious amount of money on milk, cakes, cookies, and protein bars though too.

‘Damn this pie is good,’ I say, raising a cheer from the rest of the crew. ‘But boys, we’ve got a big challenge with this Reece Bellham project. We’re going to need to bring our A-game every damn day to finish it on time. I’m thinking lots and lots of apple pie will be needed. You know, for energy purposes.’

My comments draw more cheers from the boys and I smile a big smile before taking another bite of the succulent apple pie.

We’re a real family even if our biology would say otherwise. Every day I love to come to work and be around a group of authentically found family.

‘Milkies time!’ Nanny sings, alerting me and the rest of the Blue Collar Boys to the arrival of not only a tray full of milk bottles, but our stuffies too. ‘And I’ve warmed your stuffies just how you like them.’

‘Thank you, Nanny,’ we all say, smiles on our faces as we take our milk and stuffies.

I bring Shine, my warmable otter stuffie, close to my body and give him a nice, long cuddle as I pick up my milk bottle and glug down close to one third of the milk in one breath.

As the whole crew enjoys their milk and some time with their stuffies, I feel gratitude for having a place likeMorning Milkin my life. Not everyone in the world is cool about the whole Little thing. More often than not, it’s just a case of not understanding it. But some people genuinely aren’t very open minded either.

Being able to come toMorning Milkand just be myself is something that I wouldn’t trade for the world. Nanny Josephine has got everything just right, and I know she cares about each and every one of us.

Of course, even if us Blue Collar Boys were drinking our milk and cuddling our stuffies in full public view, I’m not sure how many people would have the guts to say anything to us.

After all, it’s not that often you see a group of such big, tough guys all together in one place. As the Blue Collar Boys, we don’t stand for any crap and that attitude is usually enough to ward off any unwelcome attention.

But that being said, there’s something so safe and cozy about knowing that we’re in a place where we can just be ourselves without even thinking about the need to defend ourselves or feel like anyone is staring and silently judging.

Being in a safe place likeMorning Milkis one thing, but it doesn’t mean I’m safe from banter…

‘Guys, I think Xander has a thing for Reece Bellham,’ Lane laughed, rocking back so hard in his chair that he nearly falls over onto his big, muscly ass.

‘How? I’ve never seen him,’ I reply, blushing. ‘Not in real life anyway. And I’m not even looking for a Daddy.Argh! I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t think he’s hot anyway!’

The rest of the Blue Collar Boys whoop in delight as my cheeks turn redder than a firetruck’s paint job.

‘Xander wants his balls massaged by the soccer dude!’ Jason roars, high fiving with Lane and then Ryder.

‘I’ve heard about Soccer Moms, but Xander wants a Soccer Daddy,’ Lane says. ‘And he wants Reece to use his butt to score as many goals as he can!’

‘That doesn’t even make sense!’ I protest, shaking my head and rolling my eyes in disgust. ‘You need better banter if you’re coming for me like that.’

But I can’t be mad at the guys.

This is how we roll.

We love each other, we work and play together, and we never hold back when it comes to bantering with one another either.

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