14. Ethan

Chapter 14

Ethan

By Wednesday, Brayden’s hand was much better. It had started to scab and was healing well, so after a quick call with Tony, we all agreed that as long as Brayden wore several layers of gloves over that hand to keep it from getting dirty, he could go back to work on Thursday.

And the second I left him sleeping in his bed on Wednesday night, I already missed him.

As silly as I felt to admit it, I missed not having him around during the day. It had only been a few days, but even in the short period of time that we’d been together, my attachment to Brayden had grown to the point that I just wanted to share everything with him.

I texted him in the morning to see how he felt, and he was excited to go back to work. He wanted to tell Max about all the fun things we had been doing while he was off work. I just hoped he was careful with his hand. At least, that was the excuse I used when I showed up at his house on Thursday night to check on it.

We’d had dinner together every night since Saturday, so me coming by after work wasn’t unusual. But with Brayden back in his usual routine, I wasn’t sure how or if that changed our budding relationship.

From the moment I walked in the door, all my concern disappeared. Brayden threw his arms around my neck and didn’t let go. When I sat down, he sat in my lap. When I went into the kitchen, he was right beside me, either walking or crawling close enough that I could feel his warmth against my body. I fucking loved it.

“Ooohhh,” he said, bouncing in my lap as we watched cartoons after his bath. “I almost forgot the best news from today.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the best news?”

“Augie wants you to come to his birthday party on Saturday. It’s a Little party and Daddies are invited.” He cocked his head back and forth as he thought about his words. “Actually, Daddy James is throwing the party for Augie, so you’re the only extra Daddy invited.”

I chuckled at his logic. “That sounds like fun. I guess we need to go shopping for a gift for Augie, don’t we?”

“I ordered a new gift for him online because I used his cake PJs, but I can show you what he likes at the toy store.”

“Do you think we should go to the toy store?” I rubbed his back and tickled under his armpits until he was squirming in my lap.

“We should definitely go to the toy store. I’ll show you all the stuff he likes and even some stuff I like too.”

I wasn’t about to say no to that. “Okay, maybe after work tomorrow?”

“Yes.” He clasped his hands together. “Oh, can you pick me and Max up from work in the Road Runner? Max wants a ride in it, so Daddy James will pick me up in the morning and drop us off, and then maybe you can take us both home in the afternoon. Max loves Road Runners, and I didn’t get to tell him too much about our week because today was super busy, but we’re working on an engine together tomorrow, so I’ll get to tell him everything then.”

I held my hand up to stop him long enough that Brayden could take a breath. When he was ready, I continued the train of thought. “Everything? Like what?”

He shrugged his shoulders dramatically and was suddenly interested in picking at the collar of my shirt. “Like that you live by the park, and that you make awesome furniture, and that…” He bit his lip and looked up at me. “You want to be my Daddy all the time.” He swallowed hard as he watched for my reaction. “Is that okay?”

I held his gaze and made sure he could feel my sincerity as I spoke. “I do want to be your Daddy all the time. Maybe forever, if you’ll let me. So yes, it’s okay for you to tell your friends that.”

His return smile was blinding. “Good, cause I already told him that, but I just realized maybe I should’ve asked you first.”

I tickled his sides. “What else did you tell him?”

Brayden squirmed in my lap, pressing his ass over my thickening dick and then rubbing it more intentionally once he realized what he’d done. “I told him you give good head.”

“What?” I tickled him again. “Is that what you and your friends talk about at work?”

“Sometimes. I mean, we don’t usually have anything like that to talk about, but now that I do, I want to tell the whole world.”

I wrapped my arms around his chest, kissing the top of his head. “All right, sweet boy. I appreciate the ego boost, but maybe that kinda stuff isn’t shout-from-the-rooftops worthy. Talking to your friends privately is one thing, but just be careful when you’re at work. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I won’t. Jordan has been to Primal and understands the lifestyle. I don’t know how deep he is into it, but he’s fine with listening to us talk. And we rarely have customers in the shop area.”

“Okay, then. I guess, carry on.” What else could I say about that?