Page 41 of Just A Little Joy

“You want a picture of us on your fridge?” Casey asked.

“Do you know what three things I know for certain?” Casey shook his head, so I continued, “I’ll always root for the Rainiers. Poutine is the greatest thing besides hockey that ever came outof Canada, and third, I won’t ever not want a picture of you on my fridge.”

“Daddy, stop,” Casey said with the cutest giggle.

When he stood on his tiptoes and kissed my cheek, I was the one who almost swooned. He dropped back down, but I wasn’t going to bother resisting temptation. I followed him and pressed a quick kiss to his parted lips. His soft sigh shot straight to my cock.

I loved that Casey was a mass of juxtapositions and contradictions. He was a gym bro with a soft little side. He was ready to break his back working and a wonder in the kitchen with a delicate touch. And the giggle? Fucking adorable.

There was no damn way I would let him slip through my fingers.

Travis

Up for a playdate?

Casey

You’re a boy now?

Nope, but if littles need downtime to feel good, then Daddies should get the same.

Oh shoot, I didn’t mean to be ugly about it.

I’m gonna stop you right there.

It was a joke, and I know it.

It definitely was.

Moving on. How about that playdate?

Happily. When are you free?

Sunday?

Works for me.

Your place with toys?

Mine without?

Or we bring some of yours over?

I’m good with any spot, but I don’t really have toys.

What? None?

I move around so much that it doesn’t really make sense. I have a few things though. Your place is fine.

Are you using me for my bubble bath?

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe.

Good.

And cool. Ten okay? Can we grab some brunch-type food too?

Is that gonna be the date part of the playdate?