Page 17 of Brighton

“Absolutely.” I already planned to have Christmas morning with my mother but there was nothing wrong with a second one later that day here. I got out the dough, the sprinkles, and the cookie cutters and showed Brighton how to roll it out. One by one, we cut enough cookies to feed an army, but I knew he'd take some home and I'd take the rest to work. It was so much fun decorating with him, though he wore more frosting than he put on the cookies. And if I wasn’t mistaken, his tongue was a very distinct shade of green. I think my boy ate just as much as he put on the cookies themselves. In the end, the kitchen was a mess, but my boy was happy. More than worth the scrubbing that awaited me.

“Brighton, why don't you go take a shower while I get the kitchen cleaned up?” He tossed the last of the cookie cutters into the sink along with the sheet pans. There was flour everywhere, but it was easy to let go. This had been too much fun to be angry, besides, that wasn’t the kind of Daddy nor man I was.

“Are you sure?” He glanced around at the mess and sighed. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“I'm positive. I've got the rest of this, and I still need to pull the last batch out of the oven in a few minutes anyway. Why don't you wash away the flour and, are those sprinkles?” The laughter bubbled forth and I could no longer hold it back. “My dear boy, how did you get it in your ears?”

Brighton glanced down at himself, “Oh, I made a big mess.”

“But did you have fun?” To me, that was what this holiday journey was about.

“Yes, very much.” His head bobbed up and down. I had a feeling someone was about to crash hard from their sugar high. Best to get him showered and in his PJs.

“Then the night was a success. Go get cleaned up and put on your PJs. We'll probably have leftovers for dinner if that works for you?”

“That sounds perfect. I'll be back in a few.” After I finished de-flouring the kitchen, I went to shower and found Brighton’s bag on my bed. He came around the corner right after me. “Did you mean to put this in here?”

“Yes, if that’s okay? I wanna sleep with Daddy tonight.” He blushed and turned his gaze away.

“It absolutely is, but it's up to you what happens. If you just want me to hold you all night, I'll be just as happy doing that as I would be if anything else does. You set the pace, Brighton, and if you say no then it's no. I don't care where we're at or what we're doing, no means no to me and I will never take advantage of you.”

“I know you wouldn't, I trust you.” Brighton had no idea how much those words meant to me. Trust was everything in a relationship, especially between a Daddy and his boy.

“Brighton, would you like to go to Christmas Eve at my mother's house and spend the night with me?” Mother would adore him. I’d long ago stopped taking my boys to meet her, though now as I thought back on those times, I should’ve paid better attention. She was right about every one of them, but I refused to let her know that. If I did I’d never hear the end of it.

“Would she be okay with that? What if she doesn't like me?” His insecurity nearly broke me.

“Sweetheart, there's no way she's not going to fall head over heels in love with you. You’re adorable.” He blushed and I wrapped my arms around him. “I know I am.” Brighton gasped and before he could reply, I pressed my lips to his.

“Okay, I’d like that. Thanks for inviting me.”

“I’m going to take a shower. I'll make it quick and meet you in the living room. Why don't you find a movie to watch, unless you're hungry then we could eat first?” How had I not thought to ask that before?

“I think all the frosting and cookies I ate need to settle. Can we wait a while longer?”

“Absolutely, though we need to watch your sugar intake. I'll be out in a few.”

“Yes, Daddy.” He skipped off, showing more of the little side hidden beneath the surface.

All in due time, Edward.

Chapter Nine

Brighton

How was it that it felt so natural to call Edward Daddy?

And why did I find comfort in being his boy?

We slid into place, Edward and I, like everything in my world was right now that he was in it. How could that be and move as fast as it had? His arms enveloped me like a warm, welcoming hug. I felt free when I was around him and he seemed to enjoy my silly antics, always smiling, and encouraging me. Maybe there was something to this daddy/boy relationship that I hadn’t read about, not that I knew much. Though I was still afraid his mom may not like me and if so, would this dream come to an end? Back to lonely Brighton’s world I’d tumble, heartbroken. Not that I had a problem with being alone, not really, it was just now that I wasn't I was happier. Edward made me feel all fuzzy inside and I knew something would happen tonight, something sexy. Even though I wasn't sure I was ready for penetrative sex, one thing was for certain, I'd enjoy my first orgasm that wasn't by my own hand before the night was over.

“What did you choose?” I jumped at the sound of Edward’s voice, so deeply lost inside my head I hadn’t heard him come near. “I'm sorry, sweet boy,” he kissed the top of my head and took a seat beside me. “I didn't mean to scare you. What were you thinking about?”

“Just...” I paused and shrugged, mostly to myself. How much did I share with him? Edward had made it clear that honesty was how this was, how we would work, and I didn’t believe he would ever laugh at me or my question. Not in a bad way, that was. “I just get worried and freak myself out. I'm falling so fast and what if your mom doesn't like me? It would all be over then and that would hurt like hell. Likely break me beyond anything I could imagine.”

“As it would me. I'm serious when I say I'm falling for you, and I know it's fast. I agree with you there, but back to our conversation last weekend. This is our relationship and as long as it works for both of us that's what will matter. So what if we're falling in love? To me that just makes it that much better, beautiful and worth any challenges that may lie ahead.” Edward lifted me up like I weighed next to nothing and sat me on his lap, my head immediately laid on his shoulder. “This right here, you and I cuddled up, this is everything to me. You are everything to me, Brighton, and trust me when I say she's going to like you. Now, what would you like to watch?”

Edward found a movie and by the end of it I was hungry. He heated up the stew and bread and we ate in front of the TV and binged on another holiday movie. As it ended, I had yawned enough that Edward shut the TV off. “I think it's time for bed, baby boy.”

---