Page 10 of Lance & Clayton

I smiled, knowing he'd say that. "Sugar rots your teeth, bright eyes. It's bad for Little boys. However, we'll make an exception just this once."

I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a tub of chocolate chip ice cream. When I put two scoops onto his waffles, he beamed as he wiggled in his seat.

"Look, Daddy!" He said, pointing at his plate before gasping. "It's ice cream!"

I froze hearing him call me Daddy. He seemed to have done it unconsciously, for when he realized it, he blushed a bright pink before turning his head away.

"What did you just call me, Little one?" I leaned in, turning his head back towards me and looking him in the eyes. "Say it again, sweetheart. I've been dying to hear you say it."

"More ice cream, please," he said, barely able to say the words as even his ears turned red. "Da-Daddy."

I smiled ear to ear, getting a little teary-eyed at the sudden realization that I had truly become my Little boy's Daddy. "Do you know how happy you've made your Daddy, bright eyes? Here you go, some more ice cream for my sweet boy."

I watched as his smile grew wider, his plate now having three scoops of ice cream. "You know, you're a lucky boy that your Daddy lets you eat ice cream for breakfast. I know a little boy named Michael who'd do anything for such a privilege. But remember, don't tell him that I let you have this when you meet him. His Daddy only lets him eat sugar on special occasions."

"Yes, Daddy." He nodded and tasted the ice cream first. "Thank you for letting me."

I could never get tired of hearing him call me that. I'd always had such a strong urge to take care of someone, it just felt so right hearing it from my boy. I prepared some grown-up breakfast for myself before joining him.

"Do you want some, Daddy?" He offered me some ice cream on a spoon. I put some on my finger and rubbed it against his cheek, causing him to giggle.

He shivered and continued giggling. "Oh, it's so cold."

I leaned in closer to his face and licked the ice cream off his cheek, causing him to giggle again.

He shook his head and took a bite out of his waffle. "My Daddy is so silly."

"I've been told I sing very well," I said when I finished my breakfast. "Do you want Daddy to sing you a song while I feed you?"

I should've asked to feed him earlier. It hadn't occurred to me that his Little age might not permit him to feed himself.

He bobbed his head up and down. "Yes, please."

"Such a polite boy." I patted his head, offered him a spoonful of ice cream, and began singing.London Bridge is falling down, falling down, my fair lady…

He wiggled to the tune, swayed side to side, and sang along. When I was done, he bounced in his seat and clapped.

“You’ve been such a good boy.” I stroked his head as he smiled at me. When I stopped, he leaned into my hand and asked for more. I chuckled and scratched his head, to which he giggled.

“Do you know what well-behaved good boys like you receive, bright eyes?” I asked.

He looked up at the ceiling before looking at me, his face lighting up at the realization. “Presents, Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Presents.” I waited for him to stop bouncing in his seat before I took his hand. When he stood up, I took him up in my arms. His arms were tightly wrapped around my neck while his legs were around my waist. I carried him upstairs to the locked guest bedroom. I intended to use it as a nursery, but I had to keep it locked just in case he wasn’t ready. I had prepared it with a few toys in a big box along with a bookshelf full of books that I knew a boy would enjoy.

“A room full of toys?” He asked, gaping in surprise when I stood before the door.

I chuckled and shook my head. “I wasn’t sure you were ready, so there aren’t as many toys as my boy deserves. But when you least expect it, I’m gonna surprise you with more toys than you’ve ever seen in your life.”

I pushed the door open and stepped in, instantly hearing himoohandaahas he pointed at various things in the room.

“Look, Daddy!” He pointed at a box in the corner to which I crossed over. “A box full of toys!”

I leaned over so he could pick up a toy train from the box. He looked at it intently, turning it around before hugging me tightly. “Thank you, Daddy! You’re the best Daddy in the whole world.”

I knew he meant what he said, for boys didn’t lie when they were in their Little headspace. The weekend was turning out to be much more exciting than I’d anticipated. We went from being on our first date to becoming each other’s Daddy and boy, a relationship like no other. A normal relationship didn’t have people depending on each other for everything. Whereas in the relationship we were in was one of the truest and purest, for a Daddy and his boy’s relationship was something that couldn’t be broken. A Daddy would never abandon his boy, and a boy would never let go of his Daddy.

“Do you want Daddy to put you down onto the floor so you can play with your new toys for a while?” I asked, to which he nodded enthusiastically.

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