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I won.

I got milk too.

“At some point I’m going to forget my common sense and ask you what’s so funny.” Daddy Bastian took my hand again. “It’s not today…but some point.”

Later.

“Cuddles?” He had a big Daddy chair. “Rock?”

“It glides back and forth.” Daddy Bastian forgot to be grumpy. “Let me show you.”

He liked cuddles.

He liked snuggling his boy.

He liked pretending not to be a Daddy.

But he had a Daddy chair and a bottle and a binkie and diapers.

Oh.

I sucked.

I was smart.

Milk.

Daddy Bastian had the good milk.

Good milk.

Good snack.

Good cuddles.

“That’s right. Just relax and see if you like the bottle.” Daddy Bastian held me tight and made the chair go back and forth over and over. “I thought you’d like that.”

Daddy Bastian liked it too.

“Long sucks and just relax. We’ll see how you like it.” He made soft sounds and kissed my head. “Close your eyes. That’s the best way.”

Daddy Bastian practiced?

Yes.

Gotta be a good Daddy.

Gotta know everything.

Daddy Bastian was…he was…sneaky…he was sneaky…

Chapter 10

Bastian

“This isn’t believable.” Orlando’s frown had me looking between us and wondering what he was talking about.

“What?” I was guessing it was something about our date, but I wasn’t sure what he was talking about specifically. “We both look good and we’re even holding hands.”

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