Page 115 of Monster Daddies

That got me another excited nod and Alton bounced like his kangaroo would as he took it. “Yes. You’re pretty, so I like holding your hand.”

Pretty?

I was not pretty under any sense of the word… even my own species considered me rugged rather than handsome.

Oh.

“My aura?” That got me another smile and I felt smarter. “I’m glad you like it.”

Especially since I hadn’t been doing anything to make it brighter or adjust it in any way.

“It’s pretty.” Having declared me pretty, Alton bounced again pulling me toward the trail that would lead to the park. “Is it a big walk?”

“No. It’s not too far.” Making sure to adjust my stride to account for our height difference, I let him take a few hops in the right direction. “But hopping might make you tired.”

He cocked his head and thought about that problem as he took another hop. “You like carrying me. You said so.”

He wasn’t wrong, but I was also glad to hear that he didn’t mind the idea. “That’s right. I’m going to like carrying you.”

“I don’t get carried.” Trying to look casual as he shrugged, he was adorable as he swung our hands and peeked over at me. “Nope. Daddies just don’t do that.”

This one could, so I took the hints he was giving and slid the water bottle in my pocket. “Hop up here, little Roo.”

Giggling, he held out his arms and squealed as I wrapped my hands around his torso and picked him up. “I’m so tall, Daddy.”

“Wrap your legs around me.” He wasn’t heavy enough to be hard to carry, but he was wiggly and that would make it difficult. “That’s perfect. Good boy.”

Holding me tight kept him from squirming, but he didn’t mind being still as he and Bouncy snuggled against me. “I like being carried.”

“Well, I just happen to be an oversized Daddy, so I’m glad this works out for both of us.” My response had him giggling again as he curled into me and rested his head on my shoulder. “You’ll fit in my lap for cuddles and we can pretend you’re my joey, little Roo.”

That got another silly sound from him as he hid his face against my neck and nodded, nuzzling against my hair. “I didn’t think to ask for a Daddy big enough to carry me.”

“Well, the fates figured it out for you anyway.” No kissing until we’ve talked about it. No kissing until we’ve talked about it. “What kind of Daddy did you ask for?”

I wasn’t sure if that would throw off his headspace but he giggled and hid tighter against me. “One who liked cuddles and playtime and wanted Little me.”

Making a surprised sound, I acted shocked, getting another silly sound from him. “That’s me.”

Alton nodded, snuggling against me as he clung to me and Bouncy. “I found you. You were hard to find.”

“It’s the magic.” I was partly being silly and partly being honest, but got a dramatic sigh of agreement from Alton. “It’s naughty sometimes, but we did it.”

“I’m not naughty.” Little Alton seemed to want to make that very clear. “You’re not naughty either… and you’re snuggly and carry me big and you’re pretty.”

My aura.

I could get used to being pretty.

“Thank you.” Hmm. “Can I kiss your head, little Roo?”

Alton snickered like it was a funny question but he nodded. “Good boys get head kisses.”

“I think a Daddy can give his boy head kisses all the time, even if he’s been naughty, but what do you think?” Had he been quoting something he’d read or seen online or was that how he felt?

Making a soft thinking sound, he barely shrugged as he answered. “Well, kisses are important.”

“They are.” Turning my head, I gave his cheek a soft peck and then a smacky kiss when he didn’t pull away. “Little kisses are important but so are big ones.”