Page 88 of Habibi: Always and Forever

Daddy chuckled and sat on the couch and started to leaf through some book someone had gotten him.

I’d been in adult mode all day, because not everyone at the dinner party were in the know of our lifestyle. Besides, it wasn’t polite to subject non-consenting people to your kinks.

I scrunched my nose a bit. I let myself sink a bit more into the little headspace.

If it was just the two of us, then that’s how we both preferred me most of the time.

I hated to think that to some people our lifestyle was just a kink.

Like someone who liked big butts and could not lie or someone else who was into wearing leather or rubber or something.

Maybe it was prejudiced of me—that was something I tried not to be—but I felt like being Little was a lot more than that. It took a lot sometimes to be an adult when I needed to. Luckily I had the best Daddy to help me to switch back and forth if I was having trouble. But not tonight.

I filled the tub with water that was a bit cooler than what I usually liked, but this was for Daddy and not me.

Then I poured in some bubbles, a little less than I would’ve used for myself. A little less. I snickered. And then my hand slipped a bit.

“Oops!” I giggled.

“Why are you giggling over there? Should Daddy worry?”

“Uh, no! But you can go put your clothes in the hamper and come here!”

I quickly stripped myself to my underwear. I’d chosen it specifically for him this morning and gotten dressed without him seeing.

Soon, I heard Daddy’s steps approaching. I felt the excitement go through my whole body.

“What’s all this?” he asked, smiling as he looked around the bathroom.

There were those LED candles everywhere I could put one, and his favorite fluffy towel was waiting for him on the hook. I’d made sure it was freshly washed and perfect.

“This is the rest of your present.” Then I giggled and turned in a circle, shaking my butt at him.

“Ah.” He chuckled. “I guess that perfect little butt with rubber duckies all over it is the very last bit of the present?”

I snickered. “It could be!” I gestured at the tub. “But first, bath. We gotta get you relaxed.”

“Okay.” He stepped out of his underwear, but then grabbed my arm and pulled me against him instead of stepping into the tub.

He kissed me breathless and groped my bottom with his big, strong hands.

I loved him so much. I never ever felt safer than when I was Little and he took care of me in the ways only he knew how to.

“Did you get my Saniderm ready?” he asked, and for a moment I was too kiss-addled to reply.

Then I nodded and smiled. “Here.”

I’d put it on the counter. His tattoo was too fresh to be soaking in a tub without a good cover.

I kept smiling like a silly person when I put the cover on it.

The little bear looked like the one in my tattoo, it was an imitation of Daddy’s own style.

The big bear was photorealistic. The tattoo machine was a cartoony one, and the tiger was also cartoony, mostly because it was modeled after my beloved stuffie, Tonya.

It was a bit of a mishmash of styles that worked perfectly, and Daddy let me stare at it for a moment before covering it very carefully.

“I will put the good stuff on it later,” I promised, and then kissed the skin right above the new ink.

“You take such good care of me, baby boy,” Daddy murmured.

I blushed a little. I tried my best, but he took care of me, too.

“Okay, I’m done. Get in!”

I watched as he climbed into the tub and settled in the very bubble water.

“You sure there’s enough bubbles?” he deadpanned.

I giggled so hard I almost fell over.

“Aren’t you going to join me?”

I had hoped he’d ask me so I turned off the lights, and then quickly scrambled out of my briefs and then very carefully, holding Daddy’s hand for support, climbed in.

He pulled my back to his chest, and then we soaked in the silence. I’d thought of putting on music, but this was nicer. Just the flickering candles, bubbles, and us.

Daddy leaned his head to the edge of the tub where I’d put a rolled-up towel to support his neck.

Then he gently but firmly kept petting me wherever he could reach.

It was almost absently, but he was definitely making sure it wasn’t a ticklish touch.

Let’s just say that he’d learned that the hard way after one particularly memorable bathtime when I’d sloshed half of the contents of the tub over the edge.

I snickered at the memory.

He probably knew where my brain went, because he chuckled, too, but didn’t comment.

After a few more minutes, Daddy took a deep breath and I thought he was about to say something, but he didn’t.

It took a minute or two more, and then he finally spoke.

“Baby boy, can you put your big boy ears on for a moment?” he asked, then quickly added, “It’s nothing bad.”

Okay. Okay that was a good clarification.

I nodded and then took his hands into mine. “I’m ready, Daddy.”

He kissed my temple. “Now that we own this place, we need to figure out what to do with it, right?”

“Uh-huh.” I cleared my throat and forced my big boy brain to activate. “I like it here.”

“Me too. But here’s the thing, I was thinking that we could stay here but do another big decision adult thing together.”

I squinted at the tiled wall and the shadows dancing across it.

“What’s that?”

I could feel his body move minutely as he swallowed hard. “We haven’t talked about the future a lot. But it’s been three years now, and I’ve never been happier.”

I nodded and stayed the way I was, because I had a feeling Daddy didn’t want to have this conversation face to face. Then it hit me what he’d just said.

See, Daddy was married before to a man who passed away. In the beginning, I’d been constantly a bit jealous of the memory of his ex-husband.

But if he’d never been happier?

“What’s that mean?” I blurted out.

“It means… it means that I wanted to ask you how you’d feel about getting married one day?”

I gasped. Then I turned around so quickly some of the water sloshed over the edge of the tub. I winced, but it was more important not to squish any of Daddy’s bits, so I concentrated on his face instead of the minor flooding.

“You wanna marry me?” I breathed out the words.

I knew there were hearts and stars in my eyes and I wasn’t completely in my big self, but it didn’t matter. If he asked, like really asked, the answer would always be the same, no matter if I was being big or Little.

Daddy smiled. Some people thought he looked a bit scary sometimes. He said he had “resting Finnish face” whatever that meant.

But when he smiled at me like I was the only boy in the world, well, there was no better feeling.

“Yes, Bear, I want to marry you. We can wait for a bit if you’re not ready, but?—”

“No! I mean yes! I mean yeah I wanna marry you, Daddy!” I wrapped my arms around his neck and smooched his face all over.

“Just so you know, I’ll ask properly soon. I’ll figure something out.” He looked so fond when he added, “Something special but private.”

I beamed. “That sounds perfect.” Then I leaned in so close I had to look at him cross-eyed and our noses were touching. “Just like my Daddy.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around me, and kissed me.

Half an hour later, there was much more water on the floor, I was feeling noodly, but I still took care of his ink before going to bed.

My tongue poked out of my mouth as I put some tattoo cream on the ink and murmured, “It’s a Daddy bear and a Little bear and a Tonya.”

He leaned to the bathroom counter and when I looked up, his smile was just so happy it gave me the wiggles.

“Let’s go to bed, baby boy. Tonya needs company.”

I giggled. She had company, because she wasn’t my only stuffie. But I knew what he meant.

“Okay, all done!” I put the cream away, then let Daddy take my hand and tug me to the bedroom.

I was the happiest boy, and I couldn’t wait to marry my Daddy.