Page 24 of Just A Little Magic

“You want me to help?”

“Yesh, peas.”

“Okay, Baby Boy, let’s get you in here. Tubby time won’t be fun with cold water.”

I stripped off his outer clothes. He looked at me expectantly when I didn’t push offhis underwear.

“You’re right. I forgot the last part.”

When I kneeled to help him step out of his underwear, I carefully kept my eyes averted from the mouth-level cock I desperately wanted to sample again. Without knowing where we stood or how he felt about sexy time in little mode, I wasn’t making a move on him.

I directed him to the toilet, and he handled his business without comment. When he was finished, I helped him into the bathtub overflowing with bubbles. He patted the water and immediately made bubble towers. Owen grabbed the toys I’d brought from the kitchen. He created showers with the sieve, scooped bubbles with the cups, and generally made a mess.

Next to the tub, Lucifer kicked up a fuss at being left on the ground. I tried to cuddle him on my shoulder, but that plan was abandoned about two seconds in. Lucifer twisted, clawed out of my arms, and leaped onto the shelf next to the tub. He supervised bath time with eagle eyes on Owen.

For his part, Owen giggled when Lucifer let him dab his nose with bubbles and when the cat swiped his paw through the bubbles. My temporary baby boy was relaxed and all smiles. I wished I could give him that forever.

“Are you going to wash yourself or me?”

“Da.”

“All right, let’s get you squeaky clean.”

I took the plastic cup, ran the water, and rinsed his hair. I poured out a dollop of the shampoo I’d found in the closet and rubbed it between my hands. When it was sudsy, I threaded my fingers through his hair.

Owen closed his eyes and leaned his head back. The blissful expression and completely relaxed posture were exactly what I’d hoped for. I alternated between scratching his scalp and massaging it. Between the bear, the regressing, and what I truly hoped had been damn good sex, he’d had quite a day.After a full scalp massage, I carefully rinsed his hair, ensuring I kept the soap out of his eyes.

It was an exercise in self-control I wasn’t sure I could maintain for more than a few minutes when I grabbed a washcloth and bath soap to give Owen a once-over. I did a quick scrub down of his back, torso, and arms. When it came to his legs, I ran a quick pass over them and tried to remind myself that I needed to maintain some distance. I steeled my resolve and dipped under the water to clean his cock and balls.

“Okay, Baby Boy, you’re good to go. It’s time to get out.”

Owen stuck his lip out so much I thought he might trip on it.

“I know you like tubby time, but the water is getting cold. Five more minutes, and that’s it.”

“Meanie Da,” Owen grumbled.

“I’m not mean. I just don’t want you to get cold. You’re going to waste your play time complaining about me,” I responded.

With that admonishment, Owen picked up his sieve and tried to fill his measuring cups. He wasn’t at all successful, but he tried hard. Everyone once in a while, he’d reach up and boop Lucifer’s nose. That cat hadn’t taken its eyes off Owen once. I didn’t know if animals could fall in love at first sight, but I was pretty sure I was witnessing something close to it.

Once his five minutes were up, I forced myself to avert my eyes from the planes of his body when he stepped out of the tub. I wrapped a towel around his waist and took another to scrub the water from his hair. His giggles while I rubbed his hair dry were the cutest damn thing I’d ever heard.

Once his hair was done, I made quick work of drying his body. When I’d gone looking for towels, I’d found a donation box of clothes in the linen closet. Lucky for us, there were some sweats and T-shirts in there. They were a little large for Owenbut would work in a pinch. Once squared away, he picked up his kitten from the ledge and gave him a proper cuddle.

“Da, sleep with kitty?” Owen asked as he crooned into the fur of his neck. He ran his hand gently over the cat’s head and scratched under his chin.

“Tomorrow, you can sleep with the kitty. For tonight, he needs to stay in here so he doesn’t get lost.” Owen looked like he might throw down with me. “I’m sorry, buddy. I know you want to be with him. Hey, I saw a couple of storybooks on the bookshelves downstairs. How about I read you both a story?”

Owen gave me a nod and helped Lucifer give me one too. I hurried downstairs to grab the books and return fast before Owen could get sad again over the cat’s sleeping arrangements. I sat on the floor with my back to the wall. Owen settled between my legs with the cat on his lap. I tried my best to voice the story of the dump truck who needed to learn to share the dirt.

By the end of the story, Owen and the kitten were both yawning. I deposited the kitten in his basket and steered Owen toward the sink. A quick search under the sink found an unopened package of toothbrushes and some travel toothpaste.

Owen was swaying on his feet, so I didn’t even bother asking him if he wanted to brush his own teeth. I prepared the brush and told him to open his mouth. He obediently followed directions, and within a few minutes, I ushered him out the door and directed him into bed.

He eagerly scrambled under the covers and began sucking his thumb the moment his head hit the pillow. I planned to sit with him until he was asleep before grabbing a shower, but he was out cold within seconds. I ran my hand over his head and he gave me a soft smile at my touch. I was nowhere near ready to give this up.

I reluctantly turned away from Owen and headed back tothe bathroom for a quick shower, a piss, and brushing my teeth. The kitten gave me a halfhearted hiss but didn’t even bother to pick its head up from its spot on the pillow. The scrounged clothes were too small for me, so I crawled into bed with Owen, wearing only my briefs. He immediately turned over and clutched me like his own teddy bear. I settled on my back, a hand on his ass, and drifted off to dream of Owen.

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