Page 121 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
My eyes shot wide as I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his hair. “Oh, Cameron, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you.”
He giggled in my arms, leaning back to look up at me. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I released him so he could return to his stirring, then I stepped back to pour myself a cup of coffee, adding a bit of milk but leaving out the hot cocoa mix I usually used to make my homemade mochas since I knew a sugar rush was coming. I leaned against the counter by the coffeemaker as I sipped it, and I didn’t mind spying Cameron’s still-pink ass sticking out of the bottom of his favorite oversized T-shirt. I loved that he donned a T-shirt and nothing else while I slept in on the weekends.
“I’m really so proud of you, baby,” I mused, “and I think we have a lot to celebrate. You finished your book, we got back together, you’re going back to therapy, I have top surgery scheduled for next month—”
“What?!” Cameron squealed, spinning around to face me, stirring spoon still in his hand. “Seriously, baby? That’s amazing!” He shook his hips, dancing in place in the most adorkable dance I’d ever seen.
I set my mug down and reached for him, taking the spoon from him to put it back in the bowl before he made a sticky mess on the floor then tugging him into my arms and dancing along with him. “Yes—I just found out a few days ago.” I leaned in to steal a kiss, his lips parting for me as soon as our mouths connected. My arms tightened around him as I pulled him into me, melting into the kiss. This beautiful, gorgeous man was mine.
Cameron pulled back first, looking up into my eyes. “I know how long you’ve been waiting for this, Sam. I’m so happy for you! Of course, I’ll be the best nurse ever.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Really?” I hadn’t doubted he would, but it was nice to hear nonetheless.
He was nodding repeatedly, his eyes playful. “Yes. And since you’ll need to stay here to recover, you’ll need to move in. And then maybe just stay.”
I froze. Did he . . . ? Blinking myself out of my stupor, I asked, “Uh, did you just ask me to move in with you?”
Cameron’s smile turned shy. “Yes, Daddy. You hate your place anyway, and I want to be with you forever. Moving in seems like the next logical step. Don’t you agree?”
I nipped at his bottom lip, and he yelped, jumping in my arms. “You have the best ideas, baby.” I scanned his face one last time, though, just to confirm. “You’re sure you want this?”
His smile lit up my world. “More than anything, Sam. We can get you settled in before your surgery so everything is ready for your recovery.”
Tears welled in my eyes yet again. “Baby, do you know how much I love you?”
Cameron stepped backward, pulling me with him as he shook his head. “No, how much?”
I let him lead me down the hallway to his—our—bedroom. “As much as my heart can hold and then some. I’ll love you now and forever, because you’re it for me, baby. You’ve made me so happy, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives showing you how much better my life is because you’re in it.”
Cameron, my boy, the man I loved, fell back on our bed, pulling me down on top of him. Just before our lips touched, he smiled so beautifully that I fell in love with him all over again. “I love you, Sam. Daddy. S.M.C. You’re my heart, my soul, my safe place, and I can’t wait to spend my life with you. I’m yours forever, Daddy. Always.”
I captured his lips again and didn’t stop until we were both writhing and moaning in each other’s arms.
The cinnamon rolls could wait.
Sam
Epilogue
Late October
I rubbed my clammy palms on my oversized T-shirt, knowing wiping them on my leather pants wouldn’t help. I’d purchased my own so I didn’t have to borrow Alex’s anymore since Cameron and I frequented Mix It Up’s Kink Nights. The T-shirt I was currently wearing over my harness covered my scars nicely.
The scars had healed quickly under the attentive care of the best untrained nurse ever, and the euphoria I got when I saw myself in the mirror was worth the pain and discomfort. I’d even met with my surgeon for my next set of appointments, ones to prepare me for my phalloplasty. Cameron had opted not to get one years ago, and I was beyond okay with that since it was his decision anyway, but I longed to one day fuck my boyfriend with my own flesh-and-blood dick, one permanently attached to my body. I couldn’t wait.
“Baby, are you ready? Ethan and the guys will be here in five,” Cameron called from the living room, and I checked myappearance in the mirror one last time before heading down the hallway.
I grabbed a coat from the front closet, grinning at the man I loved as I slipped it on. I handed him the one I knew he was planning to wear tonight, and he smiled his thanks.
“You look so hot, boy,” I growled out as I lasciviously scanned his outfit before he could cover it up. He was wearing the shortest white shorts a person could wear before they were considered underwear with an off-the-shoulder crop top tie-dyed in the blue and pink colors of the trans flag. I loved that he’d been embracing his more flamboyant side lately. I suspected his new friendship with Alex had helped bring him out of his shell.
As I shifted my weight, trying to find some friction, I was reminded that my dick wasdefinitelynot complaining.
Cameron leaned into my chest, his palms flattened against my thin T-shirt under my peacoat. I shivered at his touch, loving that he still made me feel this way even after a year of being together. “Thank you, Daddy. You look positively edible yourself.”
I grinned. “Yeah? I may have to take you up on the edible part later tonight.”
