Page 15 of Daddy’s Little Camping Trip (Found by Daddy #14)
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I woke hours before it was time to get up.
Daddy’s arm was wrapped around me, our bodies snuggled together, both of us using such a small part of the huge bed, and I loved it that way.
Being his little spoon as he peacefully slept…
Unlike the night before, I wasn’t waking up because my back hurt or because I felt something crawl across me.
I didn’t wanna—I didn’t wanna miss a second of this.
I lay there in his embrace, listening to his soft breathing, enjoying his warmth against me, wondering if this was all a dream.
Going from a little evening at Chained to a camping trip to now being in this magical dome that felt like a world away from everyone else—how could it be real?
But, somehow, it was. I was a realist. Just because we were enjoying this quiet time away from society to the fullest didn’t mean we had a future.
But the possibility was there, and that was enough to have me floating.
Maybe when all was said and done, we would find out that outside of this quiet pocket that was just ours—that was part of this larger group all wanting the same thing for a short period of time—maybe we didn’t have much to go on.
Maybe I was overthinking everything just like I always did.
Instead, I just needed to enjoy this time together.
Enjoy the rest of our weekend. I closed my eyes, snuggling in a little bit closer.
Feeling his breath on my shoulder, I sank back into sleep, not waking up again until the sun was rising and Daddy G was rolling out of bed.
“Don’t go,” I said, not even pretending to be quiet or cool.
“I’m not going-going. I’ll be right back.” And he did come back a few minutes later.
I snuggled against his chest. “Ten more minutes, please.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “We can sleep through breakfast, but we have commitments,” he reminded me.
We had both signed up for activities, and not showing up might result in people looking for us—and given that we were the only ones in the dome, that looking for us would turn to worry.
“Fine, but we’re definitely skipping breakfast,” I said, wrapping my leg over his, holding him to me.
I didn’t return to sleep, just enjoyed this quiet, peaceful time—the two of us in our little oasis. But eventually, I couldn’t stay in there any longer, needing to get up and head to the bathroom.
“I’ll be back.” I kissed his chest and climbed out of bed.
“I’m gonna go make breakfast, then.”
I hadn’t thought about the fact that we could do that here. It wasn’t like the tent, where we had to make sure nothing that could attract bears existed. When I came out, he had bowls of oatmeal along with berries, milk, brown sugar, and butter.
“These were the only toppings I could find,” he explained.
“It’s perfect.” I took a hunk of butter and some brown sugar and watched as the butter melted and formed a gooey syrup before stirring it in.
“This is so good.” It had been a long time since I had real oatmeal—not the kind you poured hot water over, stirred up, and called it good. It was absolutely delicious. “I-I’m glad you invited me over.”
“I’m glad you came. And not just because of how we ended the evening. I really enjoyed talking to you. I think our communication styles fit.”
“I think that’s not all of us that fits.” I grinned. Probably looked ridiculous and not alluring like I intended, but he smiled warmly back at me—and that worked just as well.
“How long do we have to be back?” I wasn’t in a hurry for it to end, but also, we couldn’t hide away forever.
“I think we can probably milk two hours, but anything more than that and we’re going to be missed.”
I stood up, grabbing both bowls. “Two hours? I can think of some things we can do in two hours.”
“I’m sure you can, sweet boy. I’m sure you can.”
Because we were in the middle of the woods, I didn’t dare risk not getting the dishes done right away.
This place was perfect, but that didn’t mean ants couldn’t try to get in at any second.
There weren’t many dishes—we ate from wooden spoons—and we had everything cleaned up and put away really quickly.
“What should we do now?” He wrapped an arm around my neck and tapped my bottom. “We can have coffee out on the deck then take a shower. Or we can take a shower and then have coffee on the deck.”
“What I’m hearing from you, Daddy,” I teased, “is you wanna have coffee on the deck.” I tapped my nose.
“What gave you that idea? But I’m being honest—I have some pretty fond memories of that deck, and the view is stunning. So, what do you think? We can do something else…”
“What do I think? I think we should take a shower together. And then, if there’s time left over, we can sit on the deck with some coffee.”
“If there is time left over… What does my naughty boy have in mind for that time?”
I leaned in and whispered every single dirty thought I had in my head, holding nothing back.
“You do have the best plans,” he said, took my hand, and led me to the showers.
We quickly learned that my plan was not, in fact, a good one. The hot water was much better than down below, but limited. But that was okay, because he was right. Sitting on the deck with our coffee, snuggled together, watching the world wake up in our own quiet kingdom was perfection.
“Daddy, does it feel like maybe we ended up in the world of the fae or something by accident? Like we’ll see some magical creatures flying around, and time doesn’t exist outside of us?”
“I don’t know about that,” he said. “But when I’m with you, everything feels possible.”
He reached up and patted my head the way I’d told him I liked.
“I feel the same, Daddy G. I feel the same.”