2. Oliver

"Sorry, Josh, I"m not sure what went wrong. I always move receipts to the shared folder as soon as I receive them." My reply was calm as I desperately tried to mask the irritation in my voice from the throbbing headache I had. "So if they aren't there, I never received them."

We had been going at it for over an hour. I didn"t understand why he was so insistent that I was the reason behind the missing receipts. After working for him for almost a year, helping him keep his records neatly organized and easy to find, he was being unreasonable. I just wanted to be done so I could watch my favorite movie Stitch while I colored my pretty pictures.

"You must have forgotten this time because I know I emailed them to you last week."

"If they were in my email, I'd be able to find them. Can you check your drafts folder to see if maybe they're still in there?" My arm jerked up, but I placed my hand in my lap to make sure my thumb didn't creep up toward my mouth. It wasn't easy fighting the urge to suck. My oral fixation had always been quick to surface when I was tired or stressed.

Josh huffed, seemingly annoyed but trying to keep his cool. "I"ll double-check, but I would never make such a simple—" His words were choked off as he groaned, and his face turned bright red. "Oh." He smiled nervously. "I"m sorry, Oliver. I found them. You were right. I must have gotten distracted and never hit send."

I wiggled in my chair, my muscles aching after sitting in my desk chair for so long. I heard my laptop ping, indicating new files had been added to our shared folder. Forcing a big smile, I nodded, hoping to hide how tired I was as pain radiated through my skull. "It"s okay, Josh. I"m glad you found them. Is there anything else we need to discuss today?"

"No." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry again for the mixup. I'll see you at our next meeting. Have a good night, Oliver."

My leg started bouncing in anticipation of letting go of my adult thoughts and just being Little for the evening. "Bye, Josh. I"ll see you next week."

When we disconnected from the video call, I shut my laptop harder than was necessary.

"Ugh, finally!" My thumb quickly found its way to my mouth, and the first few comforting sucks had my body melting into my desk chair as I contemplated what to order for my movie night.

I didn"t make a habit of ordering in food, but I was already running behind from my meeting with Josh, and Little Ollie was eager to come out and play.

After some thought, I pulled out my phone to order chicken tenders and mac and cheese. But right as I placed the order, I heard a knock at the door.

I wasn't expecting anyone, so I stood up on my tippy toes to check the peephole before opening the door. "Yay! Just in time."

Collin was standing at the door to deliver this week"s milk supply. "Hey, Oliver. Sorry, I"m a little later than usual. I hit some bad traffic on the way over."

I rocked back and forth on my heels with a big smile on my face. Seeing Collin always got me excited because it meant I had more yummy milk to drink before bed.

"It"s okay, Collin. I"m glad you made it here safely." My voice came out higher than usual. Just the thought of fresh, warm milk had my Little barreling toward the surface.

Collin"s face softened at hearing my excitement and noticing I wasn"t completely big at the moment.

Not very many people knew about my Little side, but Collin was a Daddy Dom, so he knew what to look for. Sometimes, I wished he could be my Daddy, but while we got along just fine for the past eight months that we'd known each other, there wasn't a real connection there.

Just a trusted friendship. Which was nice too.

He always made sure I was doing well when he delivered my milk supply. On the rare occasion I was able to spring for an in-person session with him, things never turned sexual. Just comforting as he let me drink straight from the source.

I'd never managed to fully regress with him, but I could get close. Usually, we were just two guys who helped each other out. And when he found the right boy for him, Collin would make a great Daddy for his future Little.

As for me, I was still waiting too. Someday, I'd find my own special Daddy who was just right for me, but in the meantime, Collin's milk was yummy and exactly what I needed. I was more than ready to eat dinner and curl up in bed with my warm bottle.

"Thanks for understanding, Ollie. Even though I use a cooler to transport, the traffic had me nervous." He reached out and scruffed the top of my hair. "Spoiled milk isn"t good for little boys." Collin chuckled as my face scrunched up in disgust at the mention of spoiled milk.

"That"s yucky."

"Very yucky, and that"s why I need to get going. I have one more delivery today, but they aren"t too far from here. Have a good night, Ollie." He handed me a paper bag that had enough milk to last me for the week. Each of the smaller plastic baggies inside was neatly marked with dates written at the top.

"Thank you, I will. Drive safe." I smiled and waved bye as he got in his car and drove away.

Then I headed to the kitchen to properly store my fresh milk, so that I could get dressed in my comfiest jammies and color while I waited for my dinner to arrive.

After dinner, I rubbed my full belly, enjoying the soft fuzz of my jammies that matched my favorite movie I had playing while I ate and colored. It was getting late, so I picked up my mess from dinner and went to the kitchen to throw it away.

My headache had receded significantly while I relaxed and ate dinner, but I was still anxious to hop in bed with my stuffies and warm milk.

I reached into the cabinet to grab a clean bottle and filled it with milk then popped it in my bottle warmer. The urge to just grab my bottle and head to bed after a long day was strong, but even though I didn"t currently have a Daddy, I wanted to be a good boy. So I went to the living room to clean up my coloring book and crayons.

After cleaning up and turning off all the lights, I gathered my blankie and bottle and headed down the hall to my bedroom. I got under the covers, making sure all my stuffies were in the right place, and instantly melted into the soft sheet when that first trickle of warm milk coated my tongue.

I wished I had a Daddy to take care of me and read me stories while I suckled on my bottle. It was so hard to hold a book and drink at the same time. So, instead of a story, I imagined my Daddy was with me, cuddling me and stroking my hair as I drank.

I was pulled out of my thoughts of my amazing dream Daddy when I sucked in air. It always made me sad when I was out of delicious milk. I sleepily placed the empty bottle on my nightstand and rolled over under the covers, my thumb quickly replacing the soft silicone nipple as I succumbed to a much-needed sleep.