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“Uh-huh,” Song said. “I’m excited.”
“So am I,” Zachy said.
“Then eat up, boys, and we’ll go find the perfect spot where we can all watch the show together.”
“Yay!” Zachy and Song declared, digging into the wonderful collection of snacks Zachy’s daddies had packed for him.
As he dunked a slice of apple in caramel sauce, Zachy realized that he longed to invite Song over for a playdate in his playroom, where they could make all the noise they wanted. He also knew that he’d have to get permission from his daddies, but that was something he couldn’t do until they were alone.
There were rules to follow, after all, and he was learning to be an extremely good boy and not break them.
Chapter 2
(Song)
“Did you have a good night?” Solo, Song’s older sister, asked the moment he walked through the door.
Taller than him by three inches, even standing barefoot in the kitchen in black sleep shorts and a purple top covered in dagger-wielding kitties, Solo was a leather mommie who frequented both Velvet Illusions and Leather Dreams, one of the other major lifestyle clubs in town. She’d also been the one to get him his membership at Velvet Illusions so he could explore his little side more, now that he’d finally got the courage to admit to having one.
“It was so much fun,” Song admitted. “I got fussed at a little for playing too loud on the musical toys, but that was okay, ‘cause I got to meet Zachy afterwards and play in the ball pit with him. He even shared his snacks with me, and afterwards, I got to sit with him, his daddies, and his other friends for the drag show and furries performance.”
She smiled at that and used the edge of her spatula to close the omelet she was carefully tending to on the stove.
“Would you like one?” She asked when she caught Song eyeing it.
“Yes, please.”
“I know Zachy’s Daddy Gage,” Solo admitted. “I’ll be sure to thank him for watching out for you.”
“I thanked him too. Zachy invited me over for a playdate on Saturday; will you take me so I don’t have to take an Uber?”
“Of course. It will give me the chance to get to know him a little better and meet Zachy’s other daddy. I don’t think I’ve run into him yet.”
“Zachy calls him Papa Cooper, so it doesn’t get confusing,” Song said. “He was as awesome as Daddy Gage, though. He kept wet wipes handy and cleaned me up anytime I got messy from the treats they served at the show, and he walked us to the bathroom and made sure we didn’t get distracted on the way back, since the show was in the big part of the club.”
“Then I will thank him too; it was kind of them to let you join them.”
“I got to meet a bunch of other littles and their caretakers too,” Song explained. “Ryu’s Daddy Hank looked scary, but he was super nice, and so were Mama Mimzy, and Sir Ferocious, and Daddy Riggs, and Daddy Cooper.”
She chuckled at that, plated the omelet, and set it down on one of the placemats on the table. “Dig in, and I’ll join you in a minute.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’m glad you had a wonderful night. I know all of them, some better than others. You met a good group to be a part of. They’ll help you find your footing on the nights that I can’t be there.”
“How was Leather Dreams tonight?”
She sighed as she started prepping her omelet. “A little lame, to be honest. The turnout wasn’t what I hoped to see when I headed down there, and no one caught my eye, so I spent the night listening to the band, which was nowhere near as good as yours. Speaking of which, Jasmine would like you guys to check your availability. She’d like to offer you a few bookings.”
“I’ll call Mark in the morning and see what slots we need to fill,” Song promised.
“Thank you; I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”
“I’ve got band practice tomorrow afternoon,” Song said. “Do you want me to take the grocery list with me?”
“Yes, please, there should be enough in the cookie jar to cover everything.”
“If not, I’ve still got a couple hundred tucked aside from the shows this week.”