Page 6 of Their Little House Boston (Five Little Roommates #3)

Tripp

Sometimes, even if I was tired, Chained was the only place to go to clear my mind.

Over the years, I’d been a member, so many of the other daddies had become good friends of mine.

I’d witnessed their meeting their littles at the club or once or twice at a munch, and seeing their relationships blossom had been a heartwarming experience.

Every one of them deserved their happiness, and it was small of me to feel even a pinch of jealousy, but it was hard not to.

I didn’t want to take their joy, just hoped one day I’d meet the little who filled my empty cup.

The club was busy tonight, and I tagged along with Bridger and his little Hudson and a few other couples into the little room.

Ms. Lily had an event going on, as she so often did, a themed evening.

This time, it was called: Literature for Littles, focused on the many books in the library there, most of them picture books but a few a little more advanced for the middles.

Of course, there would be storytelling, but the books were just the base for the evening.

The door to the little room was wrapped to look like a book titled The Best Night Ever .

The window in the middle of the door was left unwrapped so a little or their mommy or daddy could see from outside what that night would be like.

Following Hudson across the room, we passed groups of excited littles and their caregivers gathered around the various activities, their laughter and chatter contributing to the atmosphere promised by the door wrap.

As always, arts and crafts, building games, circle games, and others were available, but the clever Ms. Lily kept it from seeming ordinary.

Our first stop was a puzzle station, where Hudson and his friends assembled a giant floor puzzle.

It came together to reveal six special book covers.

“Where did she find this, do you think?” Bridger asked. “These are some of Hudson’s favorites from the library here.”

“Guessing special order,” I replied, not even trying not to laugh as the second they finished, the littles took it all apart and mixed it up again. A few stayed to do it again, but Hudson and most of the others split up and darted off in different directions. “Looks like he found the glitter.”

“Oh no.” Bridger paled. “I am still getting the last of it out of his hair from the Teddy Bear’s Picnic with Sparkles.

I chuckled. “The bane of daddies. The best thing about being single and just playing for an evening is that I don’t have to deal with the aftermath of glitter.

” If that was so great, why did it make me nostalgic for when I did have a little in my life?

Sure, it had been an effort to make sure the dignified banker would arrive at his office the next morning without the light catching any sparkles on his nose or ears, but it was also rewarding. He loved his bubble baths.

“I know what I’ll be doing in the wee small hours.

” But he made no move to stop his little, who was gleefully gluing multicolored glitter onto a piece of poster board in an attempt to recreate his favorite bunny from a story, or at least that was what the club staffer in charge of the project had explained was the idea.

But his bunny… “Is it me, or does that bunny look more like a duck?” I mused.

Hudson wore a onesie patterned with yellow rubber duckies, bright yellow socks, and sneakers that had ducks that lit up whenever he stomped his feet. Which he did often. He was adorable, and rapidly becoming sparkly.

Bridger leaned in and shook his head. “That’s a duckie. But I guess it’s not a big deal. He’s having a good time.”

Since the little was beaming and chatting with his neighbor while adding a beak to the “bunny,” there was no question he was enjoying himself. “Creativity is important.”

“Yes, it is.”

Hudson finished his project and handed it to the staffer who clipped it to a cord strung across the wall, to dry. Then he was on his feet, stomping them a few times to light up his shoes. “Daddy, I want to play a game.”

“Okay, my best boy. Which one?”

“That one.” He pointed across the room to where littles sat in a circle while one ran around the outside, tapping shoulders. Maybe some version of Duck, Duck, Goose, probably changed to meet the theme. “Come with me, Daddy. You, too, Daddy Tripp.”

“Thank you, Hudson, for inviting me. I think I’m going to go have a drink, though.” I hadn’t seen a single little who caught my eye, and it wasn’t that much fun without a little to play with, even if Hudson and Bridger were allowing me to keep them company.

“Bye, Daddy Tripp.” Hudson was already in the circle by the time I’d said my goodbyes to his daddy and started for the door. Other friends were equally involved in the fun, but I was done for tonight.

Outside the little room was a very different atmosphere, much more adult.

Other rooms had their own activities. Like the pet room and some private dungeons and things, but when I emerged onto the main floor, it was to the area most of the members spent their time at Chained.

As always, I was reminded of how much I liked the gentler air of the little room.

It might be loud, and there could be paint on the tables and frosting on cheeks.

Sometimes people left for diaper changes.

But out here where impact play held sway, along with fire, electric, and all the other kinds of activities most people associated with kink.

The music was different, intense, and the lighting set to spotlight the submissive bound to the spiderweb.

Those who knew better were not surprised by puppy play or littles whose evening was spent gluing glitter to poster board.

As I nursed my drink, a man a few stools down the bar caught my attention. He wore ordinary clothes, but something about him said little. Attractive, lithe, a sweet smile when he accepted his glass from the bartender. I was just about to go over and say hello when another man joined him.

Time to go home and tell Juno about my evening. Even she’d be bored by it, though.