Page 20 of Their Little House Boston (Five Little Roommates #3)
Boston
It had been the slowest day of all days in the history of forever. I was sure of it.
Knowing that I was finally going to get to go to Chained with both Daddy Tripp and Elliot resulted in the clock ticking at a snail’s pace. Every minute felt like a year. It was worse than waiting for Santa at Christmas as a small child.
One glance at my phone told me that very soon, the slow torture that was being patient would be over.
I didn’t have to organize anything for the night.
Daddy Tripp took care of all of the details.
He packed my clothes. He arranged the changing room.
Everything. I was sure Elliot had a say in some of it.
He was far more familiar with the place than I was and balanced an interesting role.
He was little. There was no denying that, but he was also a caregiver of sorts for me at times.
I thought of him as maybe a big brother more than a daddy, but the vibe was there.
All I had to do was be ready to go by six o’clock and I was…hours early. Six o’clock took forever and six weeks to get here, but finally, we were in the car and on our way.
I sat in the back seat with Elliot. Daddy Tripp looked like our chauffeur more than our daddy with us snuggled back there together.
Normally, we took turns sitting next to him, but Elliot must have sensed that I needed company—or maybe he was just as excited as I was.
But in either case, we sat in the back, holding hands tightly, bouncing up and down and giggling. So much giggling.
We were doing this, going to the place where this all began, this time as a committed triad.
Leaving when we did had us arriving before the bulk of the members, and we found a parking spot close to the entrance and checked in fairly quickly. Ms. Lily was at the front desk chatting when we got there and was excited to take us to our changing room, the one Daddy Tripp had booked for us.
I’d heard about all the different themes of the changing rooms, but nothing prepared me for when she opened the door to let us in.
It was a full-on zoo theme. There was nothing subtle about it and I freaking loved it.
The walls had murals filled with all different kinds of animals from around the world but not realistic ones.
They were cartoonish and adorable. The changing table had decals of elephants and giraffes all over it.
The containers holding supplies like individual use lube, condoms, packages of baby wipes, and diaper cream—all of those had different animals on them as well.
This place did not mess around.
I walked around, soaking it all in.
“I know you didn’t feel comfortable bringing Koalakins here, but I thought this was close enough.
” Daddy hadn’t picked it just because it was fun.
He chose it specifically because he knew that it would help put me at ease.
I wasn’t surprised by this. He was always so thoughtful, but hearing it did have me up in my feels.
I threw my arms around him, and Elliot’s came around me from behind for a huge Teddy-Elliot hug.
From there, Daddy helped us get dressed—first me then Elliot. We were wearing matching shirts, both brand new. They were tight and almost cropped-length with embroidered cookies on them.
I didn’t think the cookies had a particular meaning as much as they matched—and they were cute.
Or maybe he picked them because he wanted to get that cookie later.
I needed to ask him, but not now. Now was about figuring out if playing at the club with Daddy Tripp like this was something we should do more often and if I wanted my own membership or if being a guest once in a while was enough.
Both Daddy and Elliot assured me that no decisions needed to be made tonight or even in the near future. That pressure was on me 100 percent by me. It was just how I was.
The first time we were here, Elliot and I were new friends and Daddy was a stranger. This time, we were already together, already comfortable with each other, and already loved each other. It was going to be so different and I was thrilled to experience how.
As we walked out with our knee highs covered in koalas, our short shorts, and our matching shirts, I knew we were in for the best night ever—or at least one of them. I seemed to have a lot of those with these two, and I didn’t expect that to end any time soon.
Daddy took our hands, and we worked our way to the little room.
There were a few people in here, but not many.
Ms. Lily was setting up a book for story time as we walked in.
Miss Rebecca, who helped last time we were here, wasn’t to be seen, but she’d probably show up.
From what Elliot said, they tended to make sure that the same people were in the little room so people felt comfortable and safe.
“What should we do first?” Daddy asked.
It was a no-brainer for me: blocks. Brick blocks like the ones in the little house playroom.
They were the first little toy I tried, the first one that helped me see how this kind of play could take the world away from me, and it felt only fitting for our first activity here.
They had a ton more bricks than back in the playroom, and we spent at least an hour building a huge wall—both wide and tall.
Daddy helped hold it in place as we went taller and wider until every brick was gone.
Then we let it fall and shatter everywhere, giggling before building it again.
Maybe it wasn’t the most exciting activity in the room and definitely not for this club. Just the things I saw walking to the little room told me that. But it was absolutely perfect.
After our second wall was allowed to collapse and we picked the pieces up, we opted to join Ms. Lily’s story time, and I was in the exact state of mind to experience it fully.
From there, the rest of the night was amazing, but that first activity…that was a memory I’d never forget. It was special in a way words couldn’t express.
I felt loved. Cared for. But also like I’d finally found where I was supposed to be and who I was supposed to be with. Elliot and Tripp were my people. Most people were lucky to find love with one person, and somehow I’d managed to find it with two.