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CHAPTER ELEVEN

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“We good with the rules?” I asked Ellie.

Each moment he was beside me on the couch, I became a little more distracted by him. I knew he was a little…my little…and I wanted to stretch my Daddy wings. He could finally let go of the weight he carried, and I wanted to be the one who cared for him so he could do that.

“Yeah, we’re good.” Ellie’s shy smile wasn’t meant to be enticing, but it was.

“In that case, I think it’s time you get yourself a chore chart made, and while you do that, I’m gonna make the schedule.

We’ll talk about it after it’s done. I want to make sure I have everything on there that you need.

” While we spoke, I kept our hands together because I wasn’t ready to let go of him.

The more I was around Ellie, the more I wanted him around.

I knew he had only been here for a little while, but it was hard to remember who my old roommate was and why I hated living with anyone because Ellie was a fucking dream.

He wasn’t invading my space because he was supposed to be here.

The only thing I didn’t like was that he didn’t sleep in my bed every night. Baby steps.

Ellie scrambled to his feet, tugged me to mine, and then we both lugged the bags from the craft store to the living room.

Ellie arranged everything on the table as if it were a buffet of crafts.

I appreciated that he was careful with the glitter, although I knew it would likely end up on the carpet.

It was a small price to pay to see the happiness on his face.

I scrounged around in the kitchen until I found some scissors, and he went to work creating a large frame to hang around his chore chart.

Before he got too deep into his project, I asked Ellie to send me his school and rink schedule so I could create his visual schedule.

For the most part, he had the same classes on a regular schedule, and the rink was pretty easy to work around too.

The most important thing I wanted to ensure was that he got his little time.

The other issue was making sure he had designated study time every day so he didn’t feel the need to cram everything in over the weekend.

Before this weekend, I’d seen him working feverishly to keep up because he wasn’t focused enough during the week.

Ellie wasn’t rushing to label what we were doing outside the apartment, but I was dating him, and the sooner he recognized that, the better off we would be. Although that was a discussion I needed to have with him. Bringing it up to him felt like a Daddy job.

“Hey, kiddo, will you be my boyfriend?” Ellie looked at me like I had grown two heads.

“What? I don’t want to see anyone else and I damn sure don’t want you going to some other Daddy?

” Ellie sat mute. “I should have done it in a note, and then you could’ve checked a box,” I added with what, I hoped, was a bright smile. “You’re killing me here, baby boy.”

Ellie launched himself off the floor and straight into my lap. He straddled my hips and our cocks rubbed against each other. With a laugh, he wrapped his arms around my neck and planted a solid kiss on my mouth. Damn, I liked this side of my boy.

“Well, shit, baby boy. If I knew it would get this kind of reaction, I would have said something sooner.” Ellie slammed his mouth to mine and slipped his tongue inside. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for in enthusiasm. Regardless, my cock responded to his ass on my lap and stiffened.

“You can’t take it back, Daddy.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, baby.” Even if it killed my dick, I was going to give him the little time I’d promised him. “Finish your frame for your chart and we’ll put it together, all right?”

After a few more kisses for sustenance, Ellie returned to making his frame for his chart, and I returned to the schedule.

He’d decided to lean into the peacock theme and created an elaborate, but messy, design with the glue and the glitter.

As he worked, he grew more chatty and his speech pattern changed.

He also moved his menagerie out of his bedroom and onto the living room floor to provide an audience for his art demonstration.

Pride exploded in my chest that I’d helped him feel secure enough to regress to his little space.

“Daddy B, look! I did it.” Ellie triumphantly held up his frame. It looked like a glitter factory explosion. His puffed-up chest told me he’d worked hard on it.

“You sure did, baby boy. Lay it down on the table so it can dry some more, and let’s figure out your chores,” I answered. Ellie scrambled onto the couch and tucked his legs underneath him.

“I don’t know how to cook, Daddy B,” he said mournfully.

“Silly, I know you don’t. That’s my job. But you can make your bed and empty the dishwasher.

“I can clean the kitchen too,” Ellie added.

“Baby, if you’re cleaning the kitchen, then that’s gonna cut into your study and little time, and those are too important.”

“But, Daddy B, you can’t do all the work,” he said stubbornly.

“Baby boy, if Daddy B says that’s too big of a chore for you, then it’s not up for discussion. You can take a turn in the kitchen when I’m not home.”

“But this season’s almost over, you’re gonna be home a lot.” When he saw my answering grin, Ellis sighed. “Oh, now I get it. I just wanna help, Daddy B.”

I squeezed his fingers and replied, “I know you do, baby boy, and you do help a lot. Why don’t we add tidying the living room as part of your chores too? That would help me a lot.”

“Okay, that makes me feel better.”

“And I’d like to add tidying up your playroom to the list too.”

Ellie sat back and glanced around our compact apartment. “What playroom?”

“If you move into my bedroom, we could turn your bedroom into a playroom.” After my suggestion, I closed my mouth and let my words sink into his brain.

“Don’t decide right now. I want you to be big for that. I just wanted to throw it out there.”

“Okay, Daddy, I think ’bout it.”

“Thanks, baby boy, now it’s time to put all our work away and have some little time. We’ve been super productive.”

Ellie clapped his hands, grabbed Peasebottom, and clapped his hands too. “PB, we get to be little.” With Ellie’s help, Peasebottom did a dance that involved an impressive number of somersaults and flips. “You play with me, Daddy B?”

“I will, but first you need to change into your little clothes.” Ellie stilled, and his sweet mouth formed an O. “And that means diapers. Sorry, I mean nappies too. ”

“ Uh, Daddy B, I forget in my nappies…” He started to speak and then fell silent.

“You forget what?” Ellie refused to look at me and concentrated intently on Peasebottom’s stitching. Oh . “Do you forget the bathroom when you’re wearing your nappies?” Ellie nodded but still wouldn’t look at me.

“I sorry.”

“Kiddo, I want every part of you. You never need to hide or feel bad about any part of yourself, big or little, with me. All right?” I raised his chin, forcing him to look at me. “Got it?”

“Got it, got it.” Ellie tried to give me a smile, but it was shaky with his trembling chin.

My fingers found their way into his tangled curls, and I held his head steady while I leaned in to kiss him fully and firmly. “I want every part of you, baby boy. Every single part.”

Without another word, I got off the couch and held out my hand to Ellie. He stood up, slipped his hand into mine, and led me into his bedroom.

“Daddy B, need help peas.” With permission given to be himself, the little part of Ellie shone through.

I pulled out the plastic container that he’d secreted away under his bed and he plopped on the floor to dig through it.

I sat next to him and refolded the clothes he dug through and discarded. “Ah-ha! I founded it.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“My mostest favoritest,” he answered with a sweet smile. In his hands were a pair of cotton overalls and a Sasquatch Lumberjack T-shirt.

“Hey! Is that from our team store?” Ellie nodded enthusiastically. “It’s perfect, and it’ll go perfectly with the present I got you.” His eyes went wide and sparkled.

“Prezzie? For me?”

“Yep, I saw it on campus the other day, and I thought you’d give them a very good home.

” I booped him on the nose, followed by a kiss, and added, “But no prezzies for you until you’re in your play clothes.

” With some encouragement, Ellie scrambled to his feet.

The best way to address the nappy issue was to treat it as a foregone conclusion.

I spied the pull-up style nappies in the tote and pulled one out.

“Daddy B, you gonna help me?”

“Yep, I am, baby boy.” I stripped him out of his clothes and worked hard to conceal my unsteady hands. In short order, I had his nappy on—with a silent atta boy for myself for not getting overly distracted by the gorgeous cock and balls—followed by his overalls and hockey team mascot shirt.

“Prezzie now, please? Pretty please? Wit sugar?” Ellie’s silly pleading made me smile, and that settled my nerves. I could do this Daddy thing.

“Do you want your coloring and storybooks?” With his nod, I gathered them and moved them all out into the living room.

Once I had him situated, I grabbed his present from the closet.

I hadn’t even thought about wrapping paper until this very second, and I kicked myself when I pulled it off the shelf.

“I’m sorry about the crappy wrapping job,” I said as I handed him the craft paper bag.

“Is okay, Daddy B.” Ellie tore into the bagged present enthusiastically, as if I had done it up in elaborate wrapping paper.

It took me a moment to realize he was doing it on purpose.

When I saw him glance at me out of the corner of his eye, see my smile, and give a self-satisfied nod, I knew he was doing it for my benefit.

I always knew Ellie was a sweetheart, but seeing him put that out on my behalf told me that everything we were doing so far was exactly right.