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My embarrassment was all but forgotten as the heat of his eyes captured mine and stared deep.

It was like he was trying to tell me something, but the meaning was just out of reach.

Since I couldn’t figure it out, I kissed him instead.

Daddy patted my nappy-covered bottom and made me forget anything but his mouth and hands.

Everything felt right when his hands were on me, and I wanted the feeling to last forever and ever.

Or at least until the end of summer.

“’Tank you, Daddy.”

When he ruffled my hair, I got the swoops in my tummy.

When he pushed my pacifier between my lips, I wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor and stare at him forever.

How that would work as a puddle didn’t make sense, but I wasn’t a science major, so it didn’t matter.

Cartoon science didn’t have to make sense.

“You’re welcome, kiddo. Let’s get you set up in the living room and maaaaaybe there’s some stuff in the closet you’ll like.”

“Hurry up, Daddy B!” I bounced on the edge of the bed and shouted, “Hurry up. I wanna see.”

“Patience is a virtue,” Daddy B said sternly, but I knew he was kidding.

I looked him straight in the face and said, “Hurry up, peas.”

Daddy B laughed and pulled his clothes on.

I thought I had the handsomest Daddy in the world.

His shoulders were at least a mile wide, his chest was solid muscle, and his tummy was flat, except for where I could run my hands down on the sides—that part was bumpy.

He had these really cool cuts on his hips that I liked to lick.

His dick was the prettiest though. It was long and thick, and when he got excited, it turned the prettiest, darkest pink.

And then he made me feel all the good things.

But the very, very best part of my Daddy was how sweet he was with me.

He never got impatient or yelled at me or acted like I was in his way.

He remembered to message me when he went out of town for games, and he checked in with me during the day, and I liked it.

When we went to practice, he always waited for me to finish my work, and then we went home together.

He cooked me dinner and made sure I ate my snacks. He was the very bestest Daddy.

When he was dressed, I pulled Daddy into the living room for a movie marathon and whatever he had tucked away in the closet.

He waved me to the faded denim-colored corduroy couch, and I sat politely because that’s what my Daddy asked me to do.

I did such a good job that Daddy gave me a kiss and told me so.

It was hard, but I managed to stay on the couch and not look in the closet myself because he walked soooooo slow.

When he turned around, he had a basket full of toys in his arms—some of them wrapped, some of them not.

“What’s all that?” My legs took over and I bounced on the edge of my seat.

“Well, Mr. Impatient,” Daddy said as he dropped next to me, “these are toys I played with when I was a kid. Most of them belonged to my parents and then got handed down to me, but there are a few new ones just for you.” Daddy B propped the box up on his knees before he asked, “What do you want to look at first?”

“Your toys, peas,” I answered. I hearted new toys, but his toys? That would always be a big, gigantic, huge yes. Daddy nudged me with his shoulder until I looked at him, then he leaned over and kissed my temple. Warmth pooled in my tummy and spreaded throughout the rest of me.

If I could have his kisses forever, I’d be completely happy.

But that was probably never going to happen.

Still, I refused to think about it. Just because I loved him didn’t mean he loved me back, and that was okay.

But if I thought about it too much, I’d get sad and ruin the moment.

So I pushed those thoughts away and focused on the cardboard box Daddy B balanced on his knees, waiting for me to pull out something new.

“Oooh, what are these?’ I pulled out some soft-bodied buildings, sort of. It was a house made out of a log and a store made to look like a stump. Daddy B pulled out some woodchucks that looked like a family, and then some grandparent-looking ones too.

“I was obsessed with them when I was little.” Daddy B booped me on the nose with one that he plucked from my hand. “They’re the Woodsey family.”

“And I play with ’em?”

“Yep, kiddo, anytime you want.” I threw my arms around Daddy B’s neck and hugged him tight. They might be the cutest things I’d ever seen. “Before I lose you in them, let’s look at the rest.”

The remaining unwrapped toys were fun, but nothing compared to the chipmunk family. There were Matchbox cars, a set of large plastic blocks, and an Etch A Sketch that somehow Daddy still remembered how to do fancy designs on.

“Last, this one is new, but I thought we needed something to celebrate our vacation together.”

“Awww, ’tank you, Daddy. I loves it.”

“You haven’t opened it yet,” Daddy reminded me.

“I know, Daddy,” I said with a firm snap of my head.

“In that case, you’re welcome.” He carded his long fingers through my hair and pulled me in for a quick kiss before handing me the package wrapped in tissue. I was right. I did love them.

Inside were two tiny pocket stuffies. They were itty-bitty enough that no one in the world would know I had one hidden in my pocket. One was a fox and the other was a hedgehog. They must have had magnets because they were holding hands. They were perfect. And sweet.

“I thought maybe you’d like to be able to have a stuffie, or two, with you when you went out.”

“They’re us.”

“Yeah, I kinda thought so too.”

“I take one, you gonna take one, and then they gonna hold hands when they get home,” I announced. Daddy gave me an indulgent look but didn’t tell me no, so the answer must be yes.

“’Tank you, Daddy B. I gonna make you a prezzie too.”

“Is it a picture? I really like those.”

“Promise, Daddy B?”

“Yes, I promise. I like them because when I put them on the fridge, I think about you.” Daddy B’s words set my face on fire and I was forced to bury it in the folds of his hoodie. “Let’s put on our movie so you can play. What do you want to watch?”

“Umm…Tinkerbell movies?”

“Good choice, kiddo.”

His praise left me beaming. Daddy never cared when I liked sparkly stuff.

He pulled it up and settled on the couch while I sat on the floor between his legs, playing with my new toys.

The pocket stuffies visited the forest and got to be super good friends and went on adventures together.

Every once in a while, Daddy B would refill my sippy cup.

I once told Daddy B that I sometimes forgetted to go when I was playing, but I’d tried super-duper hard to remember because wetting was a lot .

Today, Daddy B told me I could be as little as I wanted.

I didn’t want to get off the floor because the Woodsey family and my new friends were having fun, and they’d be sad if they had to stop.

My insides were getting extra full, but I kept drinking my water.

It felt so good when the fullness built and pushed on my insides.

The yucky part was that my attention couldn’t stay on my movie. Daddy noticed me squirm.

“What’s the matter, baby boy?”

“Ummm, I gotta potty.”

“You have on a nappy, right?” I nodded. “Then go,” he said easily with a shrug.

“But…but…”

“But nothing. That’s why you have them on. Just go, baby boy. It’s fine.”

I still sat between his knees on the floor and returned to my toys. Daddy B played with my hair and twirled it around his fingers. His soft touch distracted me from my big worries about using my nappy. And when the pressure became too much, I relaxed and let nature take its course.

The big part of me knew that a willingness to use a nappy was about trust, comfort, and caretaking.

It was a signal that I knew my Daddy would be able to handle all my needs because he wanted to.

It was why I loved him. The little part of me liked that I could be that carefree and my Daddy would handle it because that’s what Daddies did.

And mine was the bestest in the universe.

“Daddy B?” I twisted to turn and look up at him. His kind, indulgent smile never wavered when I added, “Help me change, peas?”

“Of course, I will.” He lifted his long leg over my head to stand up, hauled me up with both hands, and led me to the bedroom.

“Hold on a sec, let me get a towel and supplies.” Then, like it was nothing, he disappeared and reappeared in a flash with all he needed to change me.

“Here, kiddo, get up on the towel and I’ll get you cleaned up. ”

After he laid out the towel, I settled over the top of it and turned myself over to the moment.

Daddy B pulled down my pants, wiped me clean, added the baby powder, and put on a new nappy.

His touch wasn’t sexual, and my dangly bits stayed soft, but it was comforting and wonderful.

He was matter-of-fact, tossed the used nappy in a disposal bag, and went to wash his hands before helping me get redressed.

“You want a snack?” he asked on our way back to the living room.

“No, ’tank you. New movie, peas.” He kissed me and patted my padded bottom. It felt so natural.

“You got it, kiddo.”

Daddy B grabbed the remote and switched to the next one in the series. Once it was going, he stretched out on the sofa, taking up every available inch of it. He was so tall and broad that there was no place for me to sit, but he lazily reached out his hand and pulled me down on top of him.

And that’s how we spent the next movie. At some point, he plucked my pacifier off the table and nudged it between my lips. He tucked one hand behind his head and the other moved from my puffy bottom to my back. I watched some and napped a little and had the best day ever.

This was the kind of life I wanted.

Ellie

Hi

I got your numbers from B, who got them from Matty.

Rafe

Hey, hi. I’m happy you did.

Benji

Me too.

Ellie

B and I are at the cabin up in the mountains near Tannenberg. If you don’t have plans, we were wondering if you would maybe like to come up for a hike and dinner. We were going to grill something. Maybe Thursday? No biggie if you can’t.

If you want to invite Matty, that would be all right. B’s parents are coming up too.

But if you’re busy, it’s fine.

Benji

I definitely wanna come and I’m sure Matty will too.

Rafe

I’m gonna be there.

Ellie

Cool.