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Ollie

“Finally.”

I lean back in the computer chair and wince at how many things popped and cracked in my body.

“You finished with that book, baby?” Ryker asks.

I nod.

I really hope he doesn’t get upset over how much I don’t talk. I just don’t like doing it if I don’t have to.

“Come here.”

He opens his arms, and I run into them.

“Oh, my baby boy.”

I snuggle against his chest, perfectly content to stay right here for the rest of the day. I’ve never been this happy in my entire life.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whisper.

Closing my eyes, I hold my breath. I don’t expect him to say it back, but I am expecting rejection.

When he doesn’t say anything, I open my eyes and glance up.

“There’s my Baby,” he smiles down at me. “I wanted to see your eyes before I responded. I love you, too, Ollie. So much so that if you knew the extent, you’d run away screaming.”

“Silly,” I laugh.

“Baby, I don’t want you to ever leave my sight,” he says. “I want you glued to me every second of every day.”

“I want that, too,” I admit. “I don’t ever want to be alone.”

“And you won’t be. Now, we didn’t get to do our Baby Day last night because you sucked my brain cells out through my cock, but as soon as Knox and Taylor leave, I want my Baby, alright?”

“Knox is coming over?” I ask excitedly.

“Yeah, baby, but it’s to bring news.”

“HONEY, I’M HOME.”

“Pup, you can’t just waltz into another person’s home without knocking. I have half the mind to redden that ass right here.”

“It’s Ollie’s house, Papa. Since when do I knock?”

“Starting now. Now, get your ass out here and try again.”

“Dang it.”

Ryker shakes his head and gives me a soft kiss.

“Your friend is a nut,” he whispers.

Three very loud and frustrated bangs later, we open the door with a smile.

“Sorry,” Taylor sighs.

“Don’t worry,” Ryker chuckles. “Come on in. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“I’ll have a scotch,” Knox says.

“What he meant to say was, no thank you.”

“Dang it, Papa, why do you have to suck out all my fun?”

“Keep up the sass, and I’ll edge you until you’re about to explode. Then I’ll lock your cock up in the cage. Do you really want to spend all day tomorrow with your cock in prison and no release in sight?”

“So mean,” Knox says, his face turning a very bright shade of red.

“I know. Now, tell Ollie what you came to say so we can get out of their hair.”

“Your dad’s in jail,” Knox says, causing me to gasp. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt that out like that.”

“It’s fine,” I shrug. “It was just a shock. What’s he in jail for?”

“For being a dick.”

“Pup,” Taylor warns.

“I mean, for tax fraud. At least, that’s what I think I did. It’s either that or impersonating a federal agent. Either way, he’ll be out of your hair for a long while.”

I look at my friend and shake my head. He spent his precious time getting my dad out of my life. Rushing forward, I pull him into a hug.

“You’re the best friend someone like me could ask for,” I say, hugging him tightly. “Thank you.”

“You’re not mad?”

I shake my head, stepping back.

“Good. Okay, also, the Domme at Oasis? She’s been fired and banned from the club. That was all Blaze and Steel, though. So, you’ll have to hug them later.”

“Fired? Why was she banned?” I ask. I always thought she was nice. She never even talked to me most of the time. Wonder what happened?

“Because she didn’t do her fucking job,” Ryker growled. There’s a story there, but I’ll find out about it some other time.

“We’re heading out,” Taylor says. “Call us if you need us, Ollie.”

He always says that when he leaves, but I also know he means it. I wish I would have talked to them about my dad a long time ago.

“Thank you guys,” I say. “For always being there for me.”

With a final wave, they leave.

“Can I be a Baby now?” I ask, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“I want to show you something first.”

My stomach churns with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty as Ryker leads me through the hallway, his hand warm and reassuring against my back. He’s always told me to stay out of this room, the one at the far end of the hall, the one he never mentions. I never questioned it, just assumed it was storage or something he didn’t want to deal with. But now, as his hand guides me to the door, I see something different in his eyes. There’s an intensity, a tenderness that sends a shiver down my spine.

When Ryker opens the door, I freeze. My breath catches in my throat. I step inside, my heart skipping a beat, and my eyes widen as I take in the sight before me.

The room is nothing like I expected. It’s not some dusty, forgotten corner of the house. It’s perfect. It’s a nursery. A nursery meant for me.

There’s an oversized changing table, diapers stacked neatly, and bottles lined up in perfect order. But the thing that catches my eye, the thing that steals my breath, is the baby bed. It’s soft, plush, and inviting. A bed that I used to dream about. Something that could make me feel safe and cared for, a place where I could rest without worrying about the world outside.

I’m frozen in place, unable to look away. My chest tightens, and for a moment, I’m not sure if I’m even breathing. The room is warm, cozy, full of softness and care. A stark contrast to the life I’ve known. A life that’s always been hard, always made me feel like I wasn’t allowed to be anything but tough.

“Ollie,” Ryker’s voice is soft, like a comfort amid the storm of thoughts racing through my mind. He steps closer, his hand warm on my shoulder. “Do you like it?”

I swallow hard, my voice shaky as I finally find the words. “I... I didn’t expect this.”

Ryker smiles, his expression full of tenderness, and it melts my heart. “I know,” he says, voice low. “I told you to stay out of here for a reason. I didn’t want you to see it until you were ready. Until that fear left your eyes But this is yours, Ollie. All of it. This is for you.”

His words hit me like a wave, and my chest tightens as emotions rise up inside me. I’ve never had a space like this. I’ve never been cared for in a way that feels real. Feels like someone wants to give me everything without asking for anything in return.

I step forward slowly, taking it all in, the changing table, the soft blankets, the plush toys, all things I never knew I needed, things I’ve always dreamed of but never let myself believe would be mine. It feels like a dream. One I’m afraid to touch, afraid it’ll disappear the moment I do.

“How did you do this?” I ask. “I’m always with you. I would have noticed if you left.”

“Well,” he smiles. “I ordered it and had it delivered to Oasis. Then, while we went out each day to check our businesses, Blaze, Steel, and Raven came in and set everything up.”

Ryker stands back, watching me with soft eyes, giving me the space to process it all. “It’s for you, baby,” he says quietly. “Whenever you’re ready, we can make it your place. We can change whatever you want. Add or take away whatever you want. I want to take care of you, Ollie. In every way.”

His words hit me harder than I expect, and I feel tears well up. My heart races, and I can’t hold them back. I’ve never thought I’d have a place where I could just be me. Where I don’t have to hide behind walls, don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. This room... it’s a gift. It’s a promise.

I blink back the tears, turning to Ryker. My Daddy. My voice is small but full of emotion. “I didn’t think anyone would ever... I didn’t think I’d get this.”

Ryker’s eyes soften, and he steps closer, wrapping his arms around me gently. “You deserve it, baby boy. You deserve all of it. And I’ll be here every step of the way to make sure you feel safe, loved, and taken care of.”

I lean into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace. I’ve never had anyone care this much. I’ve never had someone offer me everything I’ve always wanted. This is real. This is mine.

As I stand in the middle of the room, still trying to take it all in, my eyes drift to the corner. There’s a desk there, an office desk, sitting inconspicuously beside the pastel-colored walls. It doesn’t match the softness of the room, the plush blankets, or the baby bed. It’s a dark wood, sleek and professional, almost out of place.

I glance back at Ryker, confused. “What’s that for?” I ask, pointing to the desk.

Ryker chuckles softly, his smile full of affection as he moves to stand beside me. He runs a hand through my hair, his touch gentle, before turning to the desk with a small sigh. “That’s my office desk,” he says, his voice warm but with a hint of something else in it. Like there’s more to it than I’m seeing.

I frown, still confused. “Your office desk? But why here? Your office is downstairs.”

Ryker meets my gaze, his expression soft but determined. “Because when my Baby’s ready for a nap, I’ll feed you, change you, and place you in your baby bed, and then I’ll be right here,” he says, gesturing to the desk. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I don’t want you out of my sight, Ollie. So, if I have business to do, I’ll work right here while you sleep. Or, if I don’t, I’ll wear headphones and watch a movie on my computer. Either way, I’ll be close, and if you need anything, I’ll be there in only a second.”

A flutter of warmth fills my chest as I absorb his words. I’ve never had anyone care this much, never had someone so focused on keeping me safe and cared for. His devotion wraps around me like a blanket, comforting and steady. He’s already thinking ahead. Thinking of ways to keep me close, even when he needs to work.

I glance at the desk again, this time with a new understanding. “You really want to be near me that much?” I ask, my voice quiet, almost unsure.

Ryker smiles, a deep, loving smile that makes my heart race. He steps closer to me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. “Always, baby,” he says softly. “I’ll always want to be near you. I’ll always want to take care of you.”

I let the words sink in, the weight of them making me feel safe. Cherished. For the first time in my life, I’m not alone. Ryker’s here. He’s present, and he’s showing me that I’m worth all the care, all the attention he’s giving.

“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice shaky.

Ryker presses a kiss to my temple and holds me tighter. “You don’t have to thank me, Ollie. You’re my Baby. I’ll always take care of you.”

And for the first time, I believe it. I believe I’m worthy of the love, the care, and the safety that Ryker’s offering me. And I realize, for the first time in my life, I’m finally home.

The End