Page 51 of The Buzz: Vol. One

Her cheeks heated. No one seemed grumpy that she was so exhausted; if anything Daddy and Papa seemed very pleased with themselves that she was so worn out.

“Also we didn’t plan much for today because we thought you’d be pretty fried,” Daddy chimed in. “But we do have one very special surprise that you can have after your bath and your enema.”

Another surprise? Would they celebrate Gotcha Day every year? Because it was hard to imagine how they’d top this one.

“So let’s get going before you fall asleep again,” Papa teased before swinging her up into his arms and carrying her upstairs.

She heard some weird noises while Daddy and Papa bathed her and administered her enema but it wasn’t so odd. One or the other of her daddies was often working out or Daddy was messing with his home brewery or Papa was moving furniture or Sir was…doing whatever Sir did behind closed doors.

He was definitely the most mysterious and remained so—even though he spent way more time with her now, he still needed a lot of alone time and she did her best to respect his privacy even when she wanted to press up against his closed bedroom door and cry like Stella until he let her in.

Daddy and Papa dried her off, but instead of putting her in a diaper and getting her dressed, Daddy scooped her up and walked into the hall. Maybe they were going to see Sir? But they didn’t go to Sir’s bedroom or his office. No, both of those doors were open and he wasn’t there. Which wasn’t unusual. Sir was in and out of the house at all hours of the day. But she was a smidge disappointed. She was looking forward to being with all three of her daddies today and she hadn’t had any of that time yet. That she hadn’t slept through anyhow.

But then Daddy stopped in front of a door to a room she didn’t think about much. It was like the room equivalent of a junk drawer. Anything they didn’t know where to put? In here. Filing cabinets, extra chairs, holiday decorations. Sort of like the attic in her parents’ house because the loft didn’t have an attic.

Why would they be going in here? And why was Daddy knocking? Unless it was like Toy Story and all the stuff came alive when the humans weren’t around… The thought made her giggle. But she stopped when she heard Sir say, “Come in.” So peculiar.

When Daddy opened the door though, it wasn’t so peculiar anymore. It was more like the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen.

Definitely not a junk room anymore, it looked like it had been freshly painted a soothing blue-grey color with white trim and white curtains, dark wood floors with runners on the sides of a bed. And not just any bed.

It was a good sized room, but even so most of it was now taken up by what might be the biggest bed in existence. Bigger than their bed downstairs, it was a massive framed four-poster with a huge pile of pillows at the head of it and white linens that were so fluffy she wouldn’t be surprised if they floated into the air. And standing next to it was her Sir, hands stuffed into his pockets while his gaze was locked on her.

“What…”

Sir shrugged.

“You like it when we all sleep together.”

“Yes, but…”

But she had understood that to be a special treat, not something she got to have all the time. Sir needed his space and she understood that. She was grateful for the times he would spend with the three of them. Heck, even Daddy took a night to himself once in a while because Papa’s snoring had kept him awake.

Sir shrugged again, looking deeply uncomfortable. Which was a little funny since she was the one covered with bruises and welts and whip bites and all manner of other ouchies.

“I won’t be able to sleep with you all the time. Sometimes I’ll still need to recharge by myself and it won’t mean anyone did anything wrong, it’s just how I’m wired.”

Cosima got that. She often needed to reset after a big day or a stressful event and that meant not leaving the building and not seeing anyone aside from her daddies.

“But with more room for all of us, I think I’ll be able to spend more nights with you, more time with you. My partners. My family. I’d like to.”

Her heart felt as though it was being squeezed by a giant fist. Sir!

Daddy seemed to understand her wriggling was her body’s way of asking to be let down even if her brain hadn’t quite managed to form the words yet. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she was off, her steps eating up the distance between her and Sir.

When she reached him, she flung herself into his arms and loved the way his arms circled around her, the way he pressed his lips to the top of her hair. Yes, it hurt like hell to be squeezed this way with all of her bruises and aches and sore spots but she’d suffer it gladly. Anything to be this close to him.

And she almost burst into tears when Papa and Daddy came over to add on to the hug. So much warmth, so much safety, so much love.

After a few minutes, Daddy loosened his grip and patted her backside.

“You, little girl, need some cream. Don’t look at me like that,” he chided gently when her face scrunched up. “Not to make your marks go away sooner or to make them hurt less, just to help your skin heal and not get dried out from all the impact and friction. I know you don’t like to be itchy.”

No, she didn’t.

“’Kay,” she acquiesced even though she wanted to hug her daddies forever.

But Daddy laid her out on the bed on her tummy and Papa and Sir both claimed places beside her. From one of the drawers in the bedside table, Daddy took out a tube and squeezed some lotion into his palm before passing it to Papa who did the same and then handed it off to Sir.

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