Page 4 of Milk For His Little

“I don’t suppose...” He tugged his ear before sliding his hand close to his lips, convincing me he wanted to suck his thumb.

He gulped, and I steered him out of the way as a Daddy guided his Little to the exit. “…That you’d like to play with me.” Kasper jerked his head toward the Little room.

His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and the room spun around until I steadied my nerves and acted as a Daddy who welcomed the invitation.

Kasper’s face brightened, and I heard a distinct ”Whew!” under his breath.

“That was very brave of you to ask me.” I outstretched my hand toward the Little room. “Shall we?”

Kasper sat in the soft corner surrounded by cushions, and he hugged one close to his chest.

“What would you like to do first?”

He tugged the neck of his shirt and brought it close to his mouth, but I gently pushed his hand away. “Use your words, Kasper.”

“I like playing knock ‘em down with the blocks.” He leaned in close and lowered his voice, though we were the room’s only occupants. “My friend Liam gets angry when I win. I don’t like playing with him.”

We set up the blocks and took turns pitching the balls at them. Kasper giggled when he toppled all the remaining ones, and I clapped.

“Good job.”

His tummy rumbled, and he glanced at me though his long dark lashes.

“Did you eat dinner?”

He shook his head. “I forgot.”

“Let’s pack up the blocks and we’ll get some food.”

Once the space was tidy, I pulled up the menu, and he perused it. “Can I have the dino nuggets with lots of ketchup?”

He didn’t have to ask my permission because I wasn’t his Daddy. If I were, I’d make sure he ate vegetables with his chicken and had fruit for afterward.

Knowing the food would be served at the Little table, Kasper scrambled to sit.

“Have you forgotten something?”

Shock registered on his face, and blood drained from his cheeks. He scrunched up his fists and rubbed his eyes. “I don’t… sorry… D-Daddy.”

His voice wobbled, and him using that word had my insides lurching and milk spurting from my nipples, to say nothing of how my cock reacted. I steadied myself, pulling in deep breaths, but not daring to hope about a possible future. “We always wash our hands before eating.”

The food arrived when we returned from the bathroom, and I put on Kasper’s bib with bunnies that the server brought.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He said it again, more confidently than the first time, and I squirted a small amount of ketchup in the small section next to the nuggets.

“Yum.”

Gods, he was adorable with ketchup smeared on his lips. His gaze fell on the toy box with the teddy he’d been playing with the other night balanced on top.

“Teddy’s hungry too. May I give him a dino nugget?”

“You may. But don’t get ketchup on him.”

“This is so yummy, teddy.” He “fed” the bear a nugget before returning him to the box.

When he finished eating, I helped him wash his hands, and he yawned.

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