9. Ricky

I did my best to take a bite of every flavor, but it was so rich and delicious that I was already getting full after my fourth bite. And then there were the rolls. It would have been rude not to eat at least a few bites of bread, but I just didn't think I could do it.

But I tried.

And a little groan snuck out of my throat.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Chad slid his socked foot across the tile floor and hooked it behind my ankle.

I peeked up at him. "I'm getting full, but it's all so good. I want to try everything."

He cocked his head and his eyebrows furrowed. "Not if it's gonna give you a tummy ache." He put his fork down and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Why don't we save the rest of this for later. Maybe a snack or lunch tomorrow?"

"Oh." I suddenly felt better. That was a much smarter plan than eating myself nauseous and not being able to have any milk later. "Okay. And thank you."

"Of course." He stood up and started covering up the containers.

"I can do that."

"Not at all. Just rest for a few minutes while I get these in the fridge, and then we can watch a movie." He piled three containers on top of each other and then looked back at me. "If you're still up for that. If not, I can take a raincheck."

"No." I jumped to my feet and started helping him clean up. "Please don't leave. I feel fine. I just need a break before…" I swallowed and felt my neck warming. "Well, you know."

"If you're sure." He stacked the leftovers neatly in the fridge and then turned around with a can of lemon lime soda. "This might help settle your stomach."

It had been a long time since someone wanted to take care of me without me asking for help. "Thank you, Da— I mean, thanks."

His gaze held me in place for a few seconds before he slipped his arm behind my back and guided me to the sofa. "Would you like to be in here or in bed for movie time?"

Oh, that was an interesting question. "Is it okay if we watch in my bed?"

"Of course." He held me a little closer to his side. "Lead the way."

We went into my bedroom, and I stood in the middle of the room, halfway between the bed and the bathroom. I glanced at both, not sure which way to go.

Chad slid his hand up to the back of my neck and clasped it like he owned me. "Do you need to go potty before the movie?"

I nodded and looked up at him.

"Do you want any help?" He reached for the top of the zipper and gave it a gentle tug, just enough to move it a few inches.

I wanted to say yes. So badly. But I was too embarrassed. What if I did it wrong? So I dropped my shoulders and shook my head. "I'll be okay."

"That's not what I asked, sweetheart." He pulled his hand around and cupped my cheek. "I asked if you want any help."

"Yes, but…" I felt silly saying it out loud, but I didn't know exactly what he meant. "I'm not sure what that means."

He nodded and reached for my hand, tugging me toward the bathroom. Without a word, he positioned me so I was standing in front of the toilet. "Stand or sit?"

"Stand."

Chad's chest pressed to my back, and he reached around me, slowly lowering my zipper with his fingers tucked inside to make sure nothing got caught. After he passed over my dick, he placed one hand on my chest to steady me. With his other hand, he closed his fingers around my wrist and brought my hand to where it needed to be. "Go ahead, sweetheart."

I reached for myself and peed with his arms securely holding me. When I was done, he helped me zip up and wash my hands before we headed back to the bed.

Chad pulled back the covers on the side closest to the door and then smoothed down the sheet. "Do you need anything else before getting in?"

"No, thank you." I crawled in and pulled my small blankie out from under my pillow and grabbed my big silicone pacifier. Then I handed the remote to Chad.

"Am I in charge of this?" He took the remote and got comfortable beside me on the bed, plumping up the pillows against the headboard before leaning back.

I nodded and leaned against his side as I put the pacifier in my mouth and curled my first around my blankie. Everything was perfect. I was beside the best Daddy I'd ever met, and he knew exactly how to take care of me.

I had everything I needed…in my bed.

Da— Um, Chad put on a funny movie about a bunch of guys who set up a summer camp for grownups, and they got into a bunch of silly situations. I laughed a lot, but mostly, I cuddled up with the sexy Daddy in my bed.

By the time the movie was at the halfway point, my eyelids were getting heavy. I had such big plans for our night, but then I was too sleepy to do all the fun stuff. I spit out the pacifier and sighed loudly.

"Everything okay?" Chad paused the movie and lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes.

I shrugged and then brushed my face against Chad's chest. He looked so good in that tight shirt and… "You're leaking."

"Oh." He pulled the shirt off his skin and seemed to notice the wet spots for the first time. "Sorry. That's been happening a lot more often these days."

I bit my lip and slipped my fingertips to the bottom edge of his shirt. "Can I help?"