Chapter 16

Fraser

"You still hungry?" He hadn't panicked over the dragons are real conversation, so I decided to go back to one of his original topics before he dozed off again.

Paxton went still and then sighed before lifting up his head. "Yes. And I'm thirsty and I'm sticky."

And he was well on his way to little again.

"I can fix those." Kissing his nose had him scrunching up his face. "Do you want water or juice?"

That was a hard question, so after a few head bobs and sighs he just shrugged.

"Alright, Daddy will figure that out." That time I got the kiss. "Thank you."

His little wiggle said that we needed a plan because I was sticky too. "Sticky problems."

Giggling, Paxton nodded and curled back up against my chest. "Yes. You made me sticky but thank you for my reward, Daddy."

"I like rewarding you." And his list of why he'd been a good boy had been fascinating. "And I like cuddles even if they're sticky ones."

That got a cute snicker from him but he didn't move. He seemed very content and just started petting my chest as he let out a deep breath. "I was a good boy and gave you lots of cuddles, Daddy, even when you were cute."

I scoffed, earning me more silly sounds. "I was not cute. I'm a dragon."

His giggles said he didn't agree with me on that, but he sat up enough to give me a cheek kiss with wide, manipulative eyes. "Yes, Daddy."

Brat.

But he was a cute brat, so I let it go.

"Good boy." Nuzzling against his head as he lay back down, I ran my hands up his back and just let him get comfortable again. "And you'd be just as good if you had more dragon questions or if something made you nervous. Like dragon Daddy giving you kisses."

That got a naughty snicker from the silly boy. "Not supposed to do that."

So it was more social issue and surprise rather than dislike?

Scoffing, I let the sound speak for itself. "Questions are important, though. So we like questions."

That had his head popping up and he rested his chin on my chest. "We do like questions, Daddy."

And it seemed like he had one.

"We do." I had quite a few for him once we were back on the getting to know the regular parts of our lives conversation. "What kind do you have?"

Yep.

Head bobbing side to side, he sighed and looked like he was trying to decide what to ask first. It was adorable and he was making me very curious.

"You said you had some mage in you." Paxton managed not to giggle, but I could see he wanted to. "What does that do? Why can mages and dragons have babies? Do they have babies like humans? Do they like each other? Do they have babies with humans? Dragons like humans but do mages like humans? Are all the cranky people mages? Are all the stupid people mages? Are all the impulsive people dragons? What can I have to drink?"

So many good questions.

"I love how your mind works, cutie." Kissing his nose, I tried to grab the first answers I could find. "Yes, all impulsive people in town are dragons unless nature is involved. Dragons do impulsive activities. Mages do impulsive things to nature. I think humans are just designed to be able to breed with anything, honestly."

At least, that was how it seemed based on our relationships with them and most of the sci-fi movies I'd ever seen.

However, he needed a slightly better answer than that humans were just interesting because he was just blinking at me. "But mages and dragons come from the same place originally, so we're actually close genetically. It's just the magic that makes things curious."

Very curious sometimes.

"What else?" There'd definitely been more questions. "Oh. About seventy percent of the cranky people are mages. Boyd is the only cranky dragon that comes to mind right off the bat. Stupid comes in all flavors around here but the mages are something special."

Yep, very good questions.

But staying curled up together all evening and answering random questions would not help his thirsty situation.

"If you climb off Daddy and be a good boy and go potty, I'll get you a drink and then we'll get in the shower. How does that sound?" My question had him scrunching his face up and I had to fight the urge to smile. "Then we'll figure out more questions."

We needed a list anyway because I was pretty sure I'd missed a few answers.

"I like being clean." Sighing, he lay back down again. "But I like cuddling and I'm thirsty."

Laughing would not have been the appropriate response but he made it very difficult to hold back. "I can fix all of that. All you have to do is go potty and then I'll be right back."

Daddy had a plan.

"Right back?" His head cocked as he raised it. "Lots to drink?"

"Yes and yes." Giving his bottom a pat that made his eyes go wide as a giggle escaped, I nodded toward the bathroom. "But if you don't hurry, I'll help in the bathroom and you won't get something to drink before you get all clean."

And his face scrunched up again before he shrugged.

"The internet said Daddies helped with all kinds of stuff, so I knew it was okay, but I'm thirsty and more thirsty and more." He must've decided getting a drink was worth peeing on his own because he flopped off me and onto his back before rolling to the side of the bed. "Got to be a big boy and do it myself. Daddy can't do everything. The internet said so too."

I was really going to have to ask to see what sites he'd been visiting.

"You're such a good boy. I'll be right back." He was adorably insane, and no matter how much I thought about it, I would never get over how well he fit into my life…and the town.

His dejected sigh almost made me laugh, though. "I'm a big boy."

And not very happy about having to be a big boy either.

But instead of laughing, I got my ass up out of bed and grabbed my robe before heading to the kitchen. It was a ridiculously old-fashioned piece of clothing, but in a town where no one understood privacy, it was a very important piece of old-fashioned clothing.

Paxton was definitely going to need a robe too.

That could wait until after he'd been fed, watered, and cleaned, though.

He wouldn't let me do any online shopping before he got a drink and probably more food. The sticky and thirsty problems were on the top of his mind, but I knew that list could shift around at the drop of a hat.

So as I walked by the stove, I started preheating it to put a frozen pizza in later before moving quickly to the fridge.

One apple juice sippy cup later, I grabbed a bottle of water too and headed back to the bathroom.

"Big boys go potty by themselves, but do they get a shower? Do they turn on the water? Did the internet say so?" Making thinking sounds, he was turning in circles and looking around the bathroom when I walked in.

"Did you go potty?" I was pretty sure he had judging by his ramblings, but I wanted to make sure he hadn't gotten distracted.

Why was he turning in circles?

"Do you know where my phone is? I have to check my big boy list." His answer had things making a lot more sense.

"Daddy is here, so you don't need your list." Kissing his forehead, I handed him his cup before moving around him to turn on the water. "Big boy Paxton can turn on the water, but he needs Daddy to help him get cleaned up and to supervise. If Paxton is littler than that, he needs Daddy's help to do anything in the bathroom."

I knew he wouldn't drown, but he'd get distracted and we'd end up with the water bill from hell.

"Okay." He proved me right by immediately turning over the cup. "Oh. Look."

Yep, supervision required.

"It won't spill and it won't get water in it while you get cleaned up." My shower was badass, so by the time I'd set the bottle of water down on the counter and stripped off my robe, it was ready. "Careful in the shower. We're not going to fall because we're not paying attention."

He was still trying to work out the mechanics of the cup and looked up at me and frowned. "Huh?"

He just kept proving me right.

"Shower time." Moving the cup toward his lips, I kept him on track. "One good sip and then we're going to step in the shower. You're sticky and hungry."

That reminder had him looking down at his tummy, although from my perspective it looked like he was making sure his cock was still there.

I managed not to laugh, but he kept testing the limits of my self-control when he glanced back at me and frowned. "It's sad."

Reminding myself he was not talking about his soft cock, I nodded. "It's hungry. Juice will make it feel better for a little while."

I was a badass Daddy.

Paxton finally took a sip and rewarded his tummy so it wasn't sad any longer, and he actually managed to get into the shower without killing himself or me. It was amazing and he thoroughly enjoyed being able to take his juice with him. "Look, Daddy. No water."

He shoved the cup under the spray and showed me the wonderful trick that kept his juice safe.

"It's magic." Grabbing the bodywash, I squirted some in my hand and nodded toward his cup. "Another sip. We have to make your tummy happy."

And for him to keep talking about being thirsty, he had to be really thirsty…otherwise he would've already forgotten about it because he had the attention span of a rabbit at the moment.

"Not." He made me wait as he took another sip and I started scrubbing his chest. "Magic."

Not magic.

"Are you sure?" Making a teasing frown, I shrugged as I worked my way lower to get all the cum off. "It looks like magic to me."

Shaking his head as he sucked down another sip, he made his feelings clear even before he took the cup out of his mouth. "No. Toy magic. Not big magic. Daddy big magic. The crazy men are big magic."

Frowning, he ignored the fact that I was cleaning his soft dick and leaned forward to stare at me. "The baker?"

"Oh yeah." I was pretty sure he was using magic to cheat and make his muffins lighter but I couldn't prove it.

Paxton sighed. "Big magic. Everybody has magic."

Mumbling to himself as I slipped my hand between his legs, he frowned. "Daddy has magic? Naughty great-great-great something?"

That man had been a something all right.

But ignoring his inability to keep his penis in his pants, I nodded and focused on the more appropriate side of the story. "Yep. Grandpa Murray liked saying hi to everyone ."

Regardless of gender or ability to have children.

He hadn't been very smart but he was supposed to have been very nice to everyone, and he was the reason I was distantly related to half the fucking mountain.

"Daddy got magic?" Paxton asked me it like he was wondering if I was going to the grocery store later and didn't seem worried one way or the other.

"Yes. A tiny, tiny bit." That got me a cute head tilt, so I gave him a kiss and kept washing lower until I had to crouch down in front of my naked cutie. "I can make you not see me. It's more like the natural camouflage you thought your bugs had. Your eyes will just skim over me most of the time. Theoretically, I should be able to learn more active magic, but I never really thought about doing that."

"Work." Head bobbing side to side, Paxton was patient while I finished scrubbing his legs and rose again. "Lots and lots and lots of work."

I had to laugh. "Yeah, I was kind of a lazy kid when it came to anything that sounded like work. All I wanted to do was to go out into the woods, so maybe that was why the camouflage thing was the only part of the magic that really stuck? My grandmother tried to teach me, but I was a pain in the ass."

Paxton shrugged and turned around slowly as I moved him. "That was what you wanted. The beetles want to escape. The bakery man wants to have fluffy muffins. The men want to be sneaky."

Chuckling, I washed his back. "Oh yes, we have a tendency to just use the magic on what we want right in front of us and are very narrowly focused about it."

Kissing the back of his head as I got the rest of him clean, making sure to get under his arms and between his cheeks, I turned him around again. "We'll have to see what other areas that have dragons and mages are doing with the magic. Someone has to be using it for more productive things than making flowers bloom out of season."

Paxton scrunched his face up like he hadn't thought of that before. "And my bugs, Daddy."

"Oh yes, that has mage shenanigans written all over it." And that was going to get us in trouble if we weren't careful. "We're going to have to talk to Boyd about that and make him take it to the council. I don't have any desire to mess with the politics of magic."

That got a giggle from Paxton. "That's always naughty, Daddy."

" Always ." It seemed like he agreed based on the happy sound he made. "Do you have funny stories about naughty politicians?"

Based on how much he'd traveled, I wasn't surprised when he nodded. "You're going to have to tell me some good stories when I make you a snack. How does that sound?"

He gave me another enthusiastic agreement but also held out his cup. "All gone."

Since that seemed to be the most pressing thing on his mind, I took it seriously. "Well, you're all clean, so let's get more."

"Yes." Frowning at his cup, he sighed. "More and more Daddy stories."

"Daddy stories, huh?" Shifting us so that I was under the spray since he was clean, I frowned and sighed. "I don't know if I have stories. Our town is so boring and no one is interesting."

That got a giggle from Paxton as he licked the top of his sippy cup and started working it like it was a tempting erection.

Distracting as fuck.

"Yes. I've got stories, but have you heard of the wedding that's being planned?" That was stupidly funny.

Paxton's eyes widened and he shook his head. " No ."

"Everyone is planning the wedding for Alick and his mate, but I'm not sure Alick knows this." That got more giggles from my silly cutie. "Yep. They're being sneaky and I might have to warn Alick when I take him and his Daddy out on a hike later this week."

Kissing my cheek, Paxton nodded. "Yes. That's…that's not a good surprise, Daddy."

"I would have to agree." Shaking my head as I quickly scrubbed my chest, I sighed. "I'm hoping that they're playing dumb and don't realize the VFW Hall has already been rented out for their wedding, but I'm starting to worry that they actually don't know."

Eyes going wide, Paxton huffed. "Naughty men."

"Oh yeah." And their wives weren't any better. "So we might have to save Alick and his Daddy."

"Mates?" Cocking his head as he licked the opening of the sippy cup again, Paxton seemed to realize I needed more information. "Regular mates get married too?"

Regular meaning both knew about dragons and stuff going into it? There might've been more context behind the question but I took it at face value.

"Yes. Most of the time." I gave him a kiss on the nose as he started to think. "But don't worry. I'm going to take you on at least two outside in public dates before we start planning our wedding. That way you have stuff to tell your family."

Humans didn't like weddings that popped up like magic.

Instead of telling me I was crazy, Paxton nodded. "Thank you, Daddy."

At some point we were going to talk about why all the changes were so easy for him to handle, but for the time being, I just gave him another peck…and ignored how good his tongue would feel on my dick. "You're welcome."

Best Daddy ever.