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“No. I like how you cut them.” By that he meant he often lost patience trying to make the toasty soldiers the same size.

When I removed the eggs from the stove, I’d chopped the strawberries he’d asked for and placed everything on the tray.

“Go and get settled in bed.” Kasper understood he had to get the extra protector to cover the mattress and to roll the comforter to the bottom of the bed. I didn’t encourage eating in the bedroom, but my boy had been so good, and he loved eating from a tray.

“Ready.”

I didn’t need to lay eyes on him to know his body would be humming with excitement. And he was doing just that as I placed the bed tray over his lap, making sure the legs were in the correct position.

“Egg soldiers.”

I put on his bib, and he stuck a thin piece of toast into the boiled egg. His eyes rolled back as he bit into the “soldier,” and he licked runny egg from his lips.

“It’s yummy in my tummy, Daddy.”

I wasn’t hungry and sipped my coffee while enjoying Kasper’s pleasure at eating a boiled egg and toast.

“All done.” He licked his fingers, and I handed him a wipe.

“Are you sure?” I lifted my chin at the fruit.

“Can I have it later?” Furrows appeared in his brow.

“Eat some, please, and then you can suckle.” Though I’d pumped earlier, I was wearing nursing pads because my milk supply was double or triple the norm.

“Okay.” He sighed, probably hoping his expression would have me changing my mind, but he was out of luck. When I asked him what fruit he wanted, he’d told me strawberries.

Kasper shoved the spoon in the middle of the chopped fruit and a couple of pieces flew out onto the tray. He stuffed them in his mouth, giving me a cheeky grin. His lips were stained red when he finished and juice dribbled over his chin.

“I’m a good boy, Daddy. I finished all my fruit.” He bounced up and down, almost upsetting the tray before I removed it. He wiped his hands and shuffled down in the bed, pulling the comforter up and patting the mattress.

“Milk time.” The comforter bobbed as he kicked his heels.

Pushing two pillows against the headboard, I made myself comfortable, and Kasper scrambled onto my lap, his cheek resting on my chest. I wrapped my left arm around him while pulling up my shirt and removed the pad with the other. Milk was dribbling from the nipple, and I cupped my flesh, allowing him to latch on.

The frantic energy that had his body buzzing vanished as he rested his cheek on my bare skin.

The sun danced around the room, reflecting on the mirror, and a gentle breeze billowed the curtains. I closed my eyes as Kasper sucked. Where once I’d been ashamed at producing milk, now I was proud that I could satisfy my boy.

Chapter 15

Kasper

It was date night.

Shawn and I were going to the club tonight after a nice dinner out, and it was all I could think about. As I drove in to work, I thought about what I’d order for dinner. During my morning meetings? I was thinking about what I wanted to wear. While I was tweaking some paperwork, I considered asking him to stay home instead so I could fuck his brains out. Not a second of my day wasn’t filled with thoughts of our night.

We’d been on dates before. Of course we had. But this one was different, and I was looking forward to having a night of both Big and Little—the best of all worlds. It was going to be epic—or at least that was how I built it up in my mind.

I left work as soon as I was able and went home to get ready. I wore a nice outfit for our dinner—slacks with a button shirt and tie; we were going to a Japanese steakhouse we had both been wanting to try. Dressing up was par for the course. But that was only half of our date.

After digging through my closet to fish it out, I started to pack my Little bag. Tonight, I planned on wearing a new outfit that Daddy had gotten me, which was already folded nicely and put into the bag. It was an adorable long-sleeve onesie with rainbow stripes on the sleeves and a unicorn on the front. It was paired with some bright red shorts and silver knee-highs. I was going to look flipping adorable.

Unsure how long we were going to stay, I also brought a pacifier with a clip, and one of my favorite books. It was funny how my views on books had changed since I met him – since I started having milkies often at story time at home. That wasn’t something I was going to do there, but the cuddles? Yeah, that we could do in one of their ginormous rocking chairs.

I zipped everything up and waited for him to arrive. I still had about an hour before Shawn was set to arrive, but tell that to my patience. It didn’t help that I had raced to get ready.

A half hour later there was a knock at my door. I was relieved when he showed up early. He knew I’d be impatiently waiting. It’s what I did. I didn’t know if that was why he’d shown up early exactly, but that was my guess. He was that kind of Daddy.

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