Chapter Seven

Weldon

I placed Tatum's creations on the counter, where sunlight spilling in from the window would help them dry quicker. After storing the rest of the dough in a cabinet for later, I asked him, “How are you feeling?” Though he seemed to be fully cured, I wanted to check on him.

“I feel great! Thank you for making the PlayDoh for me. It was so much fun!” He wrapped his arms around my middle and I hugged him back tightly. “And it was so special to share it with you.”

He made me want to give him the world. While that may be out of my reach, there was something I was excited to show him. I kissed the top of his head and told him, “You're so welcome. Come with me; I have one more special thing for you.”

I took his hand and led him down the hall to a closed door. I gripped the knob and turned to face him. “Over the years, I've been preparing this room, knowing one day I'd share it with my boy. Everything inside is yours.” I pushed the door open, and Tatum gasped when he looked inside - his nursery.

He let go of my hand and rushed into the room, bouncing from item to item, as if trying to take it all in at once. He ran his fingers along the shelf that was stacked with books. He squealed at the toy trucks parked along the wall. He tested the cushion of the rocking chair before hurrying to inspect a container of blocks.

There was no crib in the room, as I wanted my boy to sleep in bed with me, but there was a large, long dresser which held his clothing and diaper supplies. On top was a soft mat he could lay on to be changed.

Once he'd inspected everything, Tatum stood before me, his eyes shimmering with moisture. “This is everything I've always dreamed of; more than. It's not just the toys, either. It's…it's…everything.”

I heard the words he couldn't find. He was grateful to find someone who understood and accepted his needs. He was happy to be seen and cherished. “As far as the toys go, if there's something I missed, I'm happy to get you anything you like. I wanted to have the basics, but-”

He quieted me by propping up on his toes to kiss my lips. “It's perfect.”

“ You're perfect.”

Tatum giggled and kissed me again. “Can I play now, Daddy Bear?”

“Go for it.”

He squealed and rushed to the trucks, falling to his knees in front of them. I took a seat in the rocking chair, content to watch him play as long as he wanted.

Tatum pushed around his firetruck for a while before hustling over to the box of blocks, saying he had an idea of who the fireman could save. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or himself, but I watched intently as he began stacking the wooden blocks on top of one another.

At first, I thought he was building a house, but the creation ended up being a tree. Tatum dug through his toy box of stuffed animals until he found a plush gray kitten, who climbed up the tree trunk and became too scared to get down, so it was stuck.

But never fear, the firetruck was there to save the day. Its ladder extended, and the kitten climbed down to safety. Then, in a surprising turn of events, the cat decided to become a firefighter. It drove the truck around, helping other animals in need.

After the kitty saved the town, it went back home to its toy box. Then, Tatum built a castle with his blocks, only to mow it down with another truck. He played for hours, leaving me in awe of his imagination.

Every once in a while, he would look up at me and smile, but other than that, he stayed immersed in his games. I loved it. After all, this time was for him; to free his mind of whatever worries it had pent up, and to find happiness. My happiness came from seeing him so peaceful. I wanted for nothing.

Eventually, Tatum let out a wide yawn. Whether it was from his strenuous play or the deep relaxation of letting go, he needed rest. But before I could suggest that we go lie down, Tatum crawled over to the bookshelf and pored over the stories. He chuckled to himself as he took a book and brought it to me.

“Goldilocks and the Three Bears,” I read aloud, and he giggled again.

“Will you read it to me?”

“Of course.”

Tatum climbed onto my lap without a second thought. He was instinctively drawn to me, and I wouldn’t have him anywhere else. He scooted around until he was comfortable, and then curled up against my chest. Once he was settled, I opened the book and began to read.

He only made it about halfway through the book before his breathing slowed, and he fell fast asleep. I rocked him back and forth, gently patting his bottom, and thanking Fate for my perfect gift.

*****

Tatum

I blinked awake and sighed in relief when I felt Daddy’s arms wrapped around me, and his soft body beneath me. I was worried that I would wake up to find everything had been a wonderful dream. But it was real, he was real, and I was really here with my mate .

I never dreamed I could find a relationship with a man so perfect for me. And what was even crazier, was that I was perfect for him, too. Over my years of longing, I’d done enough research on Daddies to know their joy came from caregiving. Giving me what I needed was fulfilling him as well, and that was the most beautiful thing I could imagine. Well, except for the man holding me.

I looked up at him, only to find him smiling down at me. “Hi there, bright eyes.”

His words made my belly swoop. “Hi, Daddy Bear.”

“Did you have a good nap?”

“I dreamt I was driving a firetruck,” I nodded. My playtime was so vivid, it spilled over into my dreams.

“That sounds like a very nice dream. Would you like to play some more?”

I opened my mouth to answer with an excited, “Yes,” but the sound was overshadowed by a loud grumble from my stomach.

“We better hold that thought; it sounds like my boy is hungry.” Daddy tickled my belly and added, “I thought I made big growls.” He stood up and effortlessly carried me into the kitchen, and sat me on a barstool. To keep me occupied, he grabbed my PlayDoh out of the cabinet before rummaging through pots and pans.

I busied myself by smashing my dough into food shapes while Daddy cooked. I knew he would make something tasty and nutritious for me. It was soothing to be able to let go and trust him to look after me. I trusted him with everything; even before I knew about our link.

Daddy made me feel safe and maybe even…loved. He’d thrown the word around a couple of times when talking about mates, but he hadn’t said it to me directly. I wanted him too, though.

It was fast, but it didn’t scare me; I knew feelings could grow quickly in this type of relationship, due to the trust and intimacy involved. And that was without the mate aspect. Knowing Daddy was my perfect, forever match, what was the point in waiting?

I flinched in surprise when his hand cupped my shoulder. “Is everything okay?” While he asked, his other hand slipped onto mine, which was clutching my PlayDoh in a death grip.

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, releasing the mess. “I was just lost in thought.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“You,” I admitted while my cheeks warmed.

“Good thoughts, I hope?”

“Oh, yes.”

He chuckled as he tucked the PlayDoh back into the bags and set them to the side. I was sure dinner was ready, because I smelled something deliciously cheesy in the air. But Daddy was more concerned about me than our food. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I nodded and he sat down next to me, leaned forward, and gave me all his attention. I loved when he looked at me like that; like I was the most important thing in the world.

“I was just thinking…Well, I mean, I was wondering…” I didn’t know how else to say it except to blurt it out, so that’s what I did. “Do you love me?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation, and my stomach flipped. “Very much. You never have to doubt that.”

Daddy looked a little sad, and I hated to think I upset him. I admitted quietly, “It’s not you I’m doubting.”

“Oh, Tatum.” He took both of my hands in his. “Never question how wonderful you are. You’re sweet, thoughtful, beautiful, and a million other things that make you lovable. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner; I didn’t want to scare or pressure you. Sometimes human hearts don’t move at the speed of shifter hearts.”

“Mine does. I’ve never been in love before, but I know this is it. You make me feel safe and happy. But…I’m a little worried, too.” I wasn’t even aware of my own feelings until they were coming out of my mouth.

“Tell me what you’re worried about.” It wasn’t a demand, but a gentle push to remind me he was there to help me.

“You said once we bond, we’ll be together forever.”

Daddy nodded. “Is that not what you want?”

“It is! But…forever is a long time. What if you get tired of me?”

His face scrunched up like my words physically hurt him. “Tatum, that’s not possible.”

“What if you get tired of being my Daddy?” What if this was all too good to be true? What if he woke up one day and found the whole lifestyle silly or wrong, like my dad?

He massaged my hands as he gathered his thoughts. His touch was the only thing keeping my mind from spinning out of control. “Caretaking is a very important part of who I am, just like being little is a part of who you are. It is embedded within us to our core. But you’re right; forever is a long time. People can evolve and change over the years, but you know what’s amazing?”

I shook my head and he continued, “We will have a partner to work through all those changes with. We get to explore and enjoy this life together. And don’t forget, we are meant for each other; a perfect match. If our needs change, they will change together. You will never get left behind, Tatum. I don’t love you because you act or think a certain way. I love you because of who you are, and I always will.”

I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, squeezing hard. I never wanted to let go. I also never wanted things to change; I saw myself playing and cuddling up to Daddy for the rest of time, but it was comforting to know that no matter what happened, we would always have each other.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear.

“And I love you.”

I felt his affection all around me, but I wanted to taste it. I lifted my head and pressed my lips to his. I opened his mouth and plunged my tongue inside. I couldn't kiss him deeply enough or hold him tightly enough. I needed everything he had, and thankfully, Weldon gave it.

Our tongues twisted and our moans melded together. His flavor danced on my tongue, only fueling my hunger; not for food, only for Daddy. I stuck my hand down his collar, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin.

Daddy slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, his palms spanning across my entire lower back. His fingers pressed into my flesh, pulling me closer, but it still wasn't enough. I needed to feel his skin on mine. I pulled on his collar, trying to remove his shirt, but I wouldn't break our kiss to do so.

He took over, gently pushing me back for a moment. He worked quickly, removing both of our shirts in two tugs. I stood up and pounced on him again. A shiver shot down my spine when his chest hair brushed across my nipples. Wanting more of the sensation, I grinded against him until his moans filled my mouth and I swallowed them down.

Weldon's hands slid down my back, tucking inside the waistband of my sweatpants. With one push, they hit the floor, and then he gripped the tabs of my diaper. It felt out of place, but only for a moment, until I remembered he loved every part of who I was.

When he ripped the tabs and the cotton dropped as well, my hands went into a frenzy, grabbing at the fly of his jeans as he rose to his feet. I popped the button and lowered the zipper before yanking at the denim. His jeans fell, along with his boxers, exposing his long, hard cock. Just like my first glimpse, this one made my mouth water.

My palms itched to touch. I reached out, but stopped to ask, “Can I-”

“Yes,” he replied huskily. Weldon didn't need to know what I was asking; he wanted it.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his dick and squeezed as he let out a guttural moan. It felt as if his silky smooth flesh covered a steel rod. I'd never touched another man, but I knew what felt good when I touched myself, so I moved my hand the same way.

I slid my palm up his shaft, drawing out a drop of clear liquid. I covered it with my thumb and traced circles over his sensitive tip. I pulled my gaze from the incredible sight to look up at his face to judge whether I was doing okay. The heat in his eyes took my breath away.

“Don't stop,” he urged, and I nodded, unable to speak. I continued rubbing circles over his tip and wrapped my other hand around his shaft. I pumped him quickly, greedy for his lusty moans.

I gasped when Weldon’s palm gripped my dick. He squeezed and stroked my shaft, and I'd never felt anything so incredible. My own hand could never compare to Daddy's touch.

He pumped harder and faster. Bliss crept over my body and clouded my mind. As much as I didn't want to let go of Daddy; how badly I wanted to keep going as he asked, the pleasure he gave me was too great, and I had to grip the counter to keep my knees from buckling.

I tried to apologize or explain, but I couldn't even catch my breath. Still, Daddy didn't miss a beat. He stepped closer and pressed the underside of our shafts together. He clasped his hand around us both, and stroked us together. Somehow, it became even better.

He rubbed against me and all around me. My eyes ached to close with pleasure, but I forced them open to watch our heads peeking out of his fist and drooling over his fingers. The gorgeous sight, the sound of our slapping skin, moans filling the room, and the feel of his touch was all too good to last.

My knuckles turned white as I clutched the counter. A cry of, “Daddy,” left my lips as a brain-scrambling orgasm tore through my body. My balls pulled so tightly, they felt as if they were turning inside out as I came, spraying white cords over his forearms.

Weldon let go of my cock but held eye contact with me as he lifted his wrist to his mouth. His tongue appeared between his lips, and he licked my cum from his skin. My jaw dropped from shock and lust, and I wondered for a moment if I was going to pass out. But I didn't want to miss what happened next.

Daddy lifted my hand and unclenched my fist before wrapping it around his shaft. He placed his hand on top of mine and stroked. I was grateful; I wanted to touch him more than anything, but I was too blissed out to do it by myself.

His arm muscles flexed with his quick movements. His chest rose and fell in short breaths. And his eyes never left mine. They poured love and longing into me as he grunted out my name.

Warm, white raindrops fell over my stomach and groin. Before I could catch my breath, both of Weldon's hands were splayed across my pelvis, massaging his cum into my skin. It felt incredible, but it took several moments for me to realize, He's marking me. I loved seeing his animalistic side come out, and anything that claimed me as his was great by me.

Once he was satisfied all the fluid was rubbed in, Daddy held me close. He told me how much he loved me and how beautiful and perfect I was. It was almost better than the sexy moment we shared. I could never pick; it was a tie. But what took first place was seeing how happy he was, and knowing he felt good.

He helped me back onto the barstool before reheating dinner. I would have apologized for delaying our meal, but I wasn’t sorry at all. I'd eat cold cereal every night if it meant I could touch Daddy.

But he had something much tastier on the menu; tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. He even cut mine into four little triangles. He gave me the purple sippy cup again, but this time it was full of milk.

It was an easy transition from sexy time to little time. In fact, it was extra nice to get special care from Daddy. It did feel a little funny to eat dinner while I was naked, though. I was comfortable, but I had to be extra careful not to drip soup on myself when I dunked my cheesy triangles.

After dinner, I helped Daddy wash the dishes. He said I didn't have to; that I could play with my dough instead. It was tempting, but I wanted to help him; I liked doing anything together. I was positive I made the right choice when we finished and I got even more cuddles and praise.

Since I was already nakey (Daddy loved when I said that), he suggested that I take a bath, and I jumped at the chance. My parents' house only had a shower stall, so I couldn't remember the last time I had a bath.

And Daddy's tub was amazing! It was big and deep, and even had jets in the side. When he turned them on, the bubble bath churned and grew until I was surrounded by bubble mountains.

But luckily, Daddy had several rubber trucks for me to play with. They worked together to clear the snow piles away so there wouldn't be an avalanche. The rubber duck mayor of the city was so grateful, the trucks got to be in a parade along the side of the tub.

Once the fluffy suds were cleared away, Daddy said it was time to wash before my water got cold. I had to put my toys away in a bucket, but I didn’t mind. Especially when he used a soft washcloth to scrub my body. He was so gentle as he cleaned every spot; even between my toes, which made me giggle. I wasn't sure I'd ever actually washed that spot, but I didn't tell him that.

Once I was all clean, Daddy lifted me out of the tub and wrapped me in a fuzzy towel. It was printed like a panda bear, and even had a hood with little ears on it. It was so cute, I didn't want to take it off…until Daddy bribed me with a lotion massage.

I laid on the bed and his big, warm hands rubbed lotion all over me. My muscles loosened and I became so relaxed by his rhythmic touch, I couldn't stop yawning. I usually wasn't tired so early; especially after sleeping in and taking a nap, but Daddy said my body had been through a lot, and it needed extra rest. He was very smart.

He wrapped my bottom in a fresh diaper before showing me the jammies he picked out for me. They were even cuter than the panda towel; a navy blue sleeper that had feet sewn in, and a zipper from my ankle to my chest. Printed all over the material were firetrucks and police cars.

Daddy only pulled on a pair of boxers to sleep in, which was even better. I figured it was so he wouldn't get too hot, especially when he built a fire to keep me warm. Whatever the reason, I was thankful, because whenever he climbed into bed with me, I snuggled up to him, resting my head on his hairy chest.

I thought about asking for another story to help me fall asleep, but I found something better; Daddy's soft and steady heartbeat. My eyes grew heavy as I listened to its quiet thump, and the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep was Daddy Bear telling me he loved me.