Page 29 of A Little Spilled Milk

He flung himself toward me, almost squishing Tippy between us.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

I needed to broach something, and this seemed like the best time to do it.

“But what if we kept the self-cleaning litter box here?”

Vinnie furrowed his brows, creating the number eleven between them. “So I take the other litter tray to my place?”

I took both his hands and brought them to my lips. “What I’m saying is the litter box should stay here and so should you. For always.”

Vinnie didn’t say anything, and I could almost see his mind whirring as he processed what I’d said.

“You want me and the litter box to stay here.” He cocked his head. “With you and Tippy. For ever and ever?”

“That’s right. I think we should live together, and my apartment seems like the best place to do it. Unless you think we should move next door.”

I let that information sink in.

“Oh no! I love your place.” He grabbed a pillow and hugged it as he gazed around the room. “I’d have a drawer and a closet of my own.”

I took his hand and got him out of bed. Letting go of him, I slid open the walk-in closet I’d had built years ago and which was half empty since I didn’t have a lot of stuff.

“You wouldn’t be living in my apartment as a guest. This. All of it would be ours. The bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen, laundry, and living room. All I ask is that you don’t rearrange anything in my office.”

Vinnie outstretched his hands and twirled around inside the closet. “I love it.”

I raised a brow and he giggled. “I love you, Daddy and Tippy, and I so want to live with you.” He leaped into my arms and wrapped his legs around me. “But I have a confession.” He lowered his voice. “I love the closet too.” He giggled, and I peppered kisses over his throat.

Tippy meowed and jumped onto a shelf.

“Okay, Tippy. Rule number one. No going in the closet.”

Vinnie carried her out.

“If you’re worried about poop, we have to make sure she’s never shut in there.”

Vinnie made a face. “Ewww. Kitten poop on my favorite shirt.” He kissed the top of her head. “I love you but not that much.”

We had to prepare the apartment for Vinnie’s arrival. Not that he had much stuff, but I’d lived alone for years, and I had to get used to sharing my home, our home, with my boy.

“Let’s get started with the move.”

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VINNIE

Move-in day was here, and while it was really exciting, it wasn’t overly tedious. As far as the actual moving, I’d been moving my clothes and things over pretty regularly. At first, it was just a couple of shirts, then my Little clothes, but now, pretty much everything was there anyway.

As for furniture, we put half of it in storage in case one day we decided to buy a house. But for the most part, it was a pretty easy move physically. That didn’t make it any less exciting, though.

Handing the keys in to the rental office made it official. Well, that and signing the lease. But after one last trip there, I officially lived with Daddy.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him. “Now what?” I had some ideas, all of them requiring a whole lot less clothing.

“Now, we need to go on an errand.”

“Errand? Why would we have to go on an errand? We have everything.” And errands weren’t naked activities.

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