Epilogue

EPILOGUE

VINCE

"Well, well, well! Look who we have here." Anson chortles as Bear and I enter the main club space at The Grove. This is our city's premier kink club, though you wouldn't know it from the exterior.

On the outside, it's an unassuming warehouse building on the edge of the industrial zone. But on the inside, it's a two-story luxury club, with a nightclub downstairs and dedicated playrooms upstairs. The soundproofing is next level, not to mention the security system they've got installed. But the clincher was the solid NDAs we had to sign in order to join. Privacy, safety, and discretion are paramount here.

"Hi Anson," Bear greets my best friend cheerfully, giving him a hug. "I'm sorry about Russ."

It's been two months since Bear and I started our relationship, and in that time Anson and Russ have broken up and gotten back together twice. Anson shrugs. "It is what it is. He wasn't looking for anything serious" —his smile turns wicked— "unlike some people I know."

"Oh no," I drawl, "you've worked it out."

Bear giggles and smacks my chest. "Be nice to him, Daddy."

"Yes, Doctor Sexy," a new voice teases as another couple joins us. "Be nice to Doctor Dreamy."

" Josh …" A blond Dom wearing tight leather pants and a mesh shirt sighs with exasperation at the muscular guy who had spoken. "Do you need to be reminded what happens when you try to make me and Daddy Em jealous?"

Josh, currently wearing a powder-pink footed onesie, bites his lip and widens his eyes with faux innocence. "Sorry, Daddy Maxxie."

"Uh-huh." Max, the Dom, is not convinced.

The first time I met these guys, their third (a huge, gentle giant of a man who reminded me of Idris Elba) was with them, and I was fascinated by their dynamic. A Daddy Dom, a Daddy, and a Little. To look at them, you wouldn't think it would work, but it does.

Josh and Max are both cops, where their third, Emmett, works as a counselor at a kink-friendly community center. It's obvious they all adore each other, even if they banter like crazy.

Then again, if I had a Boy like Josh, I'd probably do the same. I'm lucky my Boy is as sweet as they come.

To avoid his Daddy's wrath, Josh turns to Bear. "Are you coming upstairs for Littles' Night? They're doing face painting again."

Max groans. "Last time, you talked Mia into painting a dick on your face." Anson snickers. Max shoots him a chastising look adding, "It wouldn't wash off for days. I had to lie to our Captain and tell him Josh was home with the flu."

By this point, Bear is giggling madly. I love the sound so much.

In fact, I love him so much.

I just haven't told him yet.

Everything about our relationship happened so quickly. From that first night at his apartment, to exploring age play, to visiting The Grove and making friends with other kinky people together…it's been a lot to process in such a short time. But I've never been happier. None of it has felt like hard work or like my boundaries have been pushed too far. Not even the diaper thing, not that Bear wears them often. But after he admitted that he enjoys it when he's deep in Little space, I wanted to try for him. And, hey, maybe that's just another sign of how much I love him.

Tonight it all seems to fully click.

Bear is it for me.

Yes, he's young, but he's my person. He's the one I want to be with forever. I even took him to meet my parents last weekend, and they adored him, too. Even when he slipped up and called me Daddy in front of them. They just rolled with it. (They're the actual best.)

"Hey, sweetheart." I tug him by the hand, preventing him from following the rest of the group toward the stairs leading to the themed rooms. "Wait a minute."

It feels ridiculous to be doing this spontaneously, but if I don't tell him now I might explode. Especially when he turns those big blue eyes on me and asks, "What's wrong, Daddy?" in the same sweet, innocent voice he used the night we met.

It was never an act with him.

Tugging him into the hallway away from the main area of the club, I answer honestly, "Nothing's wrong, Bear. I just…I just wanted to tell you that I love you."

He blinks rapidly, then seems to catch himself, giving his head a shake before he launches his smaller body at mine. "I love you, too, Daddy." He sniffles, clinging to me. "I think I've loved you since the night you saved me."

"So dramatic," I tease with a decidedly watery chuckle of my own. Still holding him, I lick my lips, nervously asking, "I know this is sudden, but…would you like to move in with me?"

Bear squeals right next to my ear, making me wince, before he pulls back to bounce on the balls of his feet. "Yes, Daddy! Yes please! Oh, we can go home and pack right now! I'll pack my clothes, and my toys, and?—"

I laugh and tug him back in for another hug, shaking my head. "We have time, sweetheart. Why don't we stay and enjoy Littles' Night for a bit first?"

It's our first time visiting an event of its kind, and Bear's been looking forward to it.

"My house isn't going anywhere, baby. We've got more than tonight." My thoughts flash back to that night when I found him hitchhiking. When, after I took him home and we talked, he told me that we've got time to work things out together. That hasn't changed. "We've got forever."

"Just as long as you don't go falling in love with any other hitchhikers, Daddy," he teases playfully.

Lifting his hand, I brush my lips over his knuckles. "You're the only one for me, Bear. Always. I promise."

THE END