7. Milo

Chapter 7

Milo

I had to be patient and teach him how to be Daddy.

I could do it.

I was smart about angry people and little stuff.

"No, Daddy. I can sit on your lap or on the floor." I didn't need my own big chair. That was silly but I was a good boy and didn't tell him that. "You're Daddy."

He cocked his head but nodded after a few seconds. "That makes very good sense and thank you for letting me know what you wanted."

"You're welcome." I had such good manners. Dally was going to be proud of me. "I'm going to snuggle your legs if I sit on the floor because that's just what I do."

Daddy blinked and blinked. "If you're comfortable sitting on my lap, then I'd like that, but snuggling with my legs is good too. I just don't want to do anything to make you nervous or anything that's…too grown-up for you."

Oh.

"Daddies get hard penises. That's okay. Even Dally knows it's okay." I shrugged. "That's just what they do."

Penises were kind of sneaky and that was why we had to keep our clothes on until they could come out to play.

"That is just what they do." Standing straighter, Daddy kissed my forehead. "Okay, I'm going to get you some juice and then we're going to cuddle on the couch."

Yay.

"I'll be a good boy." Looking around wouldn't make me naughty.

"I know you will be." Daddy gave me a big smile. "But I bought a few books for us to read. Why don't you see if you like any of them. Oh, and there are a few other things that you mentioned. Your new goodies are right there in your basket."

"Oh, I have a basket?" Daddy's living room was big and very organized but he had a squishy-looking couch and lots of shelves. "That's my basket."

I already had stuff at Daddy's house.

Dally was going to be so excited too.

"Go see what's in there." Daddy kissed my head and hurried toward the kitchen. "I bet I can be back before you figure out which book is your favorite."

"I'm fast." Super fast. "I'm going to win."

I ran-ran-ran over to my basket and plopped down, pulling it out from the bottom shelf. "I've got a shelf, Daddy."

There was nothing on it but my basket and a teddy bear and a little blanket.

I got more stuff.

"You do." Daddy chuckled in the kitchen. "But I'm going to win. You're getting distracted."

"Because I got stuff, Daddy." I got books and crayons and a puzzle. "I got paper, Daddy."

He even remembered white paper too.

"Paper and coloring books, and I figured out which of my streaming services has cartoons. That was harder than you'd think." Daddy huffed and sounded silly. "I think I confused the algorithms completely because I'm getting the weirdest ads in my newsfeed now."

Giggling, I dug through the books. "I'm looking at the books, Daddy."

I was going to find the best book and then I was going to make Daddy show me more cartoons so his ads were silly and made him huff and sigh.

"I'm back." Daddy was very proud of himself and even grinned big when I flopped back on the floor. "I win."

"But I'm supposed to win." Even Dally said so. "That's the rules."

Daddy shrugged and went over to the big chair that had to be his favorite place to sit because it was big and soft and had books and stuff on a tiny table. "That's not in the limits you've given me so far."

Oh.

"I have to fix that." How did I forget? "I'm so silly."

"That's okay." Daddy sat down in his chair and put my drink down on his table. "But if you want to, you can give me a kiss as my prize."

Hmm.

"You won, so you need a prize." Crawling over to Daddy, I climbed up in his lap and he even knew he had to wrap his arms around me. "That needs to go on the list too. I think I forgot that part."

"We can't have that." Daddy tapped my nose and picked up my cup. "We'll make sure we add both. How about we make a special list for important rules?"

"Yes." Oh, my cup had handles. "I got two handles, Daddy. You're so smart."

He was being a great Daddy.

"Thank you." He gave me another cheek kiss. "I thought you might like that."

Daddy was cute when he was proud of himself.

"I do." And it even had a top so I wouldn't spill it. "See?"

I showed him and took a drink. "You did a good job, Daddy."

Dally was wrong. I didn't have to teach him everything.

"Thank you." More cheek kisses. "I'm glad I was right. It was hard but I did my best."

"Your best is so good." It was my turn to kiss his cheek. "What else do you think I'd like?"

I liked toys and I liked dino movies and I liked lots of stuff.

But Daddy got his thinking face on and made thinking sounds. "I think you're a boy who likes milk too."

Oh.

Hmm.

Dally said I had to be careful talking about stuff that might make Daddy nervous…and milk might make Daddy nervous.

"It's okay to like stuff but it's okay to be nervous. It's okay to want special time but it's okay to go slow." Yes. "And…and I like bottles too if I don't have to hold them."

That was not fun.

Daddy chuckled. "Your face."

My face was scrunchy.

"Daddy holds the bottles if we need those, but I didn't buy any because I don't think we need those." Daddy shrugged. "I have my own."

Oops.

"Don't fall." Daddy was fast and caught me. "It wasn't that funny."

It was.

Dally was going to laugh too.

"You…your…Daddy…" My laughs made Daddy laugh.

"Okay, it was slightly funny." Daddy shook his head. "Silly goose."

Daddy was a funny goose, but he was a funny goose who needed cuddles for being brave. So I snuggled into him and petted his chest. "You did a good job, Daddy. You were brave."

Daddy sighed. "You weren't supposed to know I was nervous."

Hmm.

"Sorry." Kind of. "I'm smart too about that kind of stuff."

And so was Dally.

"I think you're smart about a lot of stuff, but yes, talking about it in this way isn't easy for me." Daddy kissed my head and snuggled me tighter. "But I'm not going to hide from something you're very excited about."

"It's okay for me to be excited and you to be nervous. That happens a lot in special relationships." Daddies could be nervous. Littles could be nervous. Subs could be nervous. "I can be excited for both of us."

"I'm excited too." Daddy sounded like he believed that but I wiggled. He wasn't excited. "Silly goose. Don't distract me."

Now he was almost excited.

"I was making sure." He seemed like his excitement came and went and came again. "I like cuddling with you and playing, Daddy. Especially if you let me win. We could watch movies or do stuff."

We could do stuff.

I liked stuff.

"Besides nursing from Daddy, what kind of other stuff do you like?" That made me give Daddy a look and he huffed. "I'm not going to avoid it just because it makes me nervous. I don't avoid other things because they make me nervous."

Daddy liked being brave.

"I don't like heights but I still learned to climb because I wasn't going to let it beat me." Daddy looked like he wanted to pout. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to take care of my little boy."

"But we don't have to rush." Rushing caused potty problems and we didn't want that. "We can talk about it."

Yes, that wouldn't be too brave.

Daddy was going to make himself be brave and end up with a tummy ache if he wasn't careful. Spending all night on the potty wouldn't make for a good date.

Even Dally knew that.

"I…I met a little friend one time and his Daddy was like you. Not smart like you but had milk like you." His Daddy had been kind of grumpy and not smart like my Daddy. But that was okay too. "He said it made him feel happy to cuddle with his Daddy and have special time."

That sounded like the best kind of Daddy.

"I'm glad you think I'm smart." Daddy kissed my head again and snuggled me tight. "I can understand why it would make him feel special. I like the idea of taking care of you in a special way."

Me too.

"I want a happy Daddy too." I had to shrug when Daddy pouted. "I want cuddles and kisses and to wiggle on your lap."

I showed him how I could wiggle and part of him got excited again. "I'm a good wiggler, Daddy."

"Baby…" Daddy closed his eyes and he got even more excited. "You're going to kill me."

"Nope. Can't die from that. Dally's mom said so. ‘Blue balls won't kill you, so don't do anything stupid.'" She'd said she'd bury our bodies at the back of the property too. "But you're cute when you're dramatic, Daddy."

I gave him another kiss as I wiggled. "Lots of excitement tonight."

So we didn't need to make Daddy nervous.

"Fuck, that's…wait." Daddy said another naughty word and opened his eyes. "You're deliberately distracting me."

Ugh.

Having a smart Daddy was going to be a lot of work.

Maybe I should've hoped for a stupid one?

"Don't you like my wiggles?" No lying didn't mean I had to tell the truth. Dally's dad made sure we knew that…but he'd taught us that before he knew we liked other boys. It still seemed important, though. "I like wiggling."

Daddy groaned but stayed focused. "You are sneaky."

Aww.

He was so sweet.

"Thank you for getting excited, Daddy." Yes, that was a better answer. "I like wiggly cuddles."

"One of us is smart and stubborn." Daddy grumbled but he was so cute I wasn't worried. "I'm not too worried, baby."

"Of course not, Daddy." Hmm. "Do you have cookies? I like cookies."

They'd only had grown-up desserts at the special restaurant.

Oh.

"The restaurant, Daddy. I forgot to say thank you for making me special." More cheek kisses for Daddy. Back and forth. "I like being special."

Daddy groaned again but he was stubborn too. "I want to make you feel as special as possible, so you're going to stop distracting me and let me try to have special cuddle time with you."

Daddy was going to make my tummy funny if he wasn't less brave.

"I know either of us can safeword at any time and I'm not going to get upset at you if something feels weird to me." Daddy seemed to know all my big fears and some of the little ones too because he just kept going. "It's okay if it makes one of us excited but not the other. It's okay if one of us gets excited and the other just gets cuddly and falls right asleep."

Me.

I'd be a good sleeper.

"I like naps, Daddy." He needed more kisses, so I gave him one on each cheek. "But…but I don't think I'll sleep right now."

I was too wiggly and I was excited too.

Daddy chuckled and squished me against his chest. "No, I don't think you'll have that problem this time. I think you're going to have other problems."

"You said that's okay too." He did. "But we don't have to play with them. They won't fall off."

So far she'd been right, so I wasn't worried about it.

"But if I wanted to play with yours, would that be okay?" Daddy didn't look too worried but he kept explaining, so he must've been tiny worried. "It might be relaxing for me to play with it and you'd like it too."

"Only if you're having fun." Everybody had to be having fun or no one got to play. That was one of the important rules too. "We have to leave our pants on if only one person is going to have fun."

Daddy blinked. "Oh. Okay, that rule only applies in regular relationships. If one person is a Dom and one person is a sub, then a lot of the time that rule isn't the same as with regular relationships."

"Are you sure?" So far if the man wasn't going to play with me too, I wasn't going to play with him. Too many people didn't know how to share and it had taken me a long time to realize that. "I'm not naughty."

"Neither of us are naughty if only you get played with. Promise." Daddy smiled and kissed my head. "I might be thinking too much when we're having fun and I just decide to focus on you. I will like that just as much as if we're playing at the same time."

"I'll be sad if you get sad because I picked wrong." I didn't want either of us to be sad. "You got to promise again."

Daddy's hand stroked my head before he wrapped it tight around me again and snuggled me lower so I was almost lying on his lap. "Promise. I won't lie about that. I will tell you if I'm feeling left out, but I think I'm going to really like playing with you while we have special cuddle time."

Well, he was Daddy.

"I trust you." But I was going to let Dally have him if he made me naughty.