Chapter 17

Paxton

He was going to say something, right?

As Daddy it was his job.

The internet said so.

"You're glaring at me again, cutie." Daddy pretended to look worried as the credits started to roll on the movie we'd been watching, but he wasn't very good at playing pretend.

He snickered and smiled and always looked naughty.

"Me?" I'd just been watching him closely to see if he was going to do his job or not. "I liked the movie, Daddy."

Yes, that was cute.

Daddy pinched his lips together before reaching over and pulling me onto his lap. "Come here. I think we have a few things to go over before it gets too late."

Finally.

He was looking naughtier and naughtier by the second.

"We do?" Curling into him, I rested my head on his shoulder and snuggled close so he knew I wasn't going anywhere. "Like what? Do you need dessert?"

He snickered.

"Not in the way you mean."

Ugh.

" Daddy ." Poking my finger into his ribs only made him giggle.

" Cutie ." He was silly and kissed my head, but then he got serious like he was supposed to. "I think I need to apologize for being difficult, but since you belong to me now, I'm going to need to keep you, so you have to stay over."

Whew.

"Well." I sighed and shrugged like I was supposed to. "You have to keep me. That's what the internet said, so I can't really complain."

Ha.

He had to keep me because I was his little and his mate.

That was double keeping me.

"I'm glad you understand how important it is." Daddy sounded very matter-of-fact as he rubbed my back. "This also makes it easier to get you a healthy breakfast in the morning."

Nodding against him, I did a good job of hiding my yawn. "Yep. You said that was a Daddy job and the bakery people are more confusing than the diner people."

Daddy groaned. "Ugh, I'm not Daddy enough right now to ask what else they said. You can tell me tomorrow."

Giggling, I patted his chest. "Okay, it's late and you had a long day."

Letting out a big cracking-sound yawn, Daddy gave me a hug. "I worked hard. I found your bugs and I got to keep my mate. I made you food and I even got you all clean."

He had done lots of work.

"It's hard having a little or even a kind-of-little." The internet said so. "They need lots of attention and food and cuddles and getting them clean over and over. You got me lots to drink too."

"That was hard work." Kissing my head, Daddy rubbed my tummy. "But no more juice or you'll wake up in the middle of the night to pee."

Probably.

"That's okay, though." I was going to tell him why but he already knew.

"Because the internet said so." Daddy gave me a squishy hug and giggled. "You're so smart and I love that you wanted to read all about being little, but I think it's time for us to go to bed since you learned so much last night."

He might've had a point.

"The internet said I'm supposed to whine and tell you I'm not tired, but that might be wrong?" Sitting up, I frowned at Daddy. "I liked cuddling with you and taking naps."

Daddy shrugged. "Every Daddy and their little do things a bit differently. It's possible the person who wrote that article or blog post really doesn't like sleeping. They might not know other people like it."

"Oh." That was kind of sad. "Naps are nice and snuggling is nice and…oomph. Daddy ."

Daddy laughed as he picked me up. "Dragon."

Hmm. "That's why you said I wouldn't squish you."

He giggled and gave me a kiss before setting me down. "Yes. But carrying you up the stairs sounds…not very smart. So you get to walk and hold my hand."

Yes.

No carrying up the stairs.

"I like holding your hand, Daddy." It wasn't as good as cuddling but it was close. "I don't have pajamas. I don't have my toothbrush. I don't have my charger. I don't have…something else. I forgot what I forgot."

Daddy nodded because he knew they were all important and he kissed my forehead. "Let's get that figured out then. I have an extra charger upstairs, so that's not a problem. Do you want to sleep in just your undies or do you want one of my shirts and some boxers? I have an extra toothbrush for you."

"Will you help me remember what I forgot? I think that's a Daddy job too." The internet hadn't said so but it might've been what they'd forgotten.

"That is definitely a Daddy job, but we're going to try to focus on the stuff we remember first." He shrugged as he took my hand. "Don't give me that look. I'm not an idiot."

"You're very smart, Daddy." Most of the time.

Sometimes he was just wrong.

"Thank you." Daddy didn't look like he believed me but he took me upstairs and didn't pout for very long. "Pajamas, teeth, and then potty or potty, teeth, and then jammies?"

No.

No.

"Phone. Teeth. Jammies. Potty." Daddy was too tired to think. I needed to put him to bed. "Phone because that's the most important. I have to do my research. Teeth next because sometimes toothpaste is messy. Then jammies and potty last so I don't have to wash my hands over and over or wake up in the middle of the night."

I might've had too much to drink but my cup was amazing Daddy magic. I could forget it and tip it upside down or accidentally knock it over and there was never a mess. I should've known about them a long time ago.

Daddy made a thinking sound as we got to the big bedroom. "You have very good points. But once I've had more sleep and some time to think I might give you a counterargument."

"Okay, Daddy." Giving him a kiss to make him feel special even though he was wrong, I smiled. "You're tired. It's okay."

Yes, he was too tired if he thought I was wrong.

I was a good boy, though, and didn't tell him that. I let him be happy as he plugged in my phone and brushed my teeth and helped me find jammies. "You're very good at letting me take care of you, little bug. But if you need to brush your teeth on your own sometimes, that's okay with me."

"No." That was not how it worked. "You have to take care of me."

I gave him lots of ways to do that so he would be happy and then I got to be happy because he took care of me. He'd said so and he'd agreed with the internet too. I wasn't going to mess with the stuff that made us happy.

He was keeping me, so that was important.

Daddy cocked his head but finally nodded because he knew I was right. "Okay. I'll take care of you."

"Good. Then we'll both be happy." Daddy was tired, so it took him a second to understand I was right and then nod. "Jammie time, Daddy."

He might've already forgotten.

I needed to make sure he got to sleep fast so he could be awake to make me breakfast in the morning. Cooking was dangerous when people were tired. They might set the oven on fire when they got distracted and forgot the muffins.

Daddy straightened but he still looked confused. "Yes. We have a plan and we know what to do."

Yep, I needed to take care of him.

"You said I need a T-shirt and boxers. I remembered." I was very helpful even when I was tired. "The internet said I needed different kinds of pajamas based on how I was feeling."

He might not know that, so I told him.

"I can see how that would be very important." Daddy kissed my head as he started digging through his drawers. "We could use it as an experiment too. Try out different kinds of jammies to see how they made you feel."

Hmm.

I thought about that idea as Daddy took off my clothes and put me in my Daddy jammies. "But if I don't like something, then that's okay. Experiments are about getting information and sometimes they don't turn out like you expect."

Nodding, Daddy kissed my cheek as he put the boxers on me. "That's right. We'll plan out a good experiment."

"I'll make lists." That would help. Oh, I needed to help. "Do you need jammies? Do you sleep as a person or a dragon? I would sleep as a dragon."

Daddy was trying not to giggle because he was tired. "Well, I usually sleep naked in my human-looking form if that's okay with you."

"Yes." The internet said a lot of Daddies slept naked, so I helped and reached for his clothes. "Potty time, Daddy. We have to get you ready too."

Daddy chuckled, showing he was tired again, but he nodded as I took his shirt off. "Yes, cutie. That's what we're going to do."

By the time I got his pants and undies off, Daddy's penis was begging for attention but we had to go potty first. I thought ignoring it might make it go away but it was still swinging around when we went to the bathroom again.

"My turn first." Maybe then his penis would get bored?

Daddy snickered. "You giving it looks isn't helping the situation."

"He likes attention." I shrugged as Daddy led me to the potty and fished my penis out from my boxers. "Mine is tired."

Daddy probably knew that because he kissed my head as I started to pee. "That's perfectly fine. He got a lot of exercise earlier. Good boy."

When I was all done, Daddy tucked me back in my pajamas. "Okay, let's get you tucked into bed."

"Your turn." He was so tired he forgot to pee. "You had water too, Daddy."

I was a good helper and moved to the side and waited. Daddy sighed and looked down at his penis. "Behave or we'll be here all night."

Well, not all night but we had to be patient.

Eventually, Daddy went potty and I got to kiss his cheek. "Good boy."

Laughing, Daddy tried to glare at me. "I'm Daddy."

I was very funny and didn't laugh as I nodded. "Yes, you were a very good boy, Daddy."

That made him laugh again and he rolled his eyes. "You are a cheeky boy when you're tired."

He was more tired than me…he'd been talking to his penis.

"I think we're both tired." Yes, that was a good way of saying I was right without saying he was wrong. "Let's go cuddle."

He dragged his feet but eventually the lights were off and he was lying down. "Thank you for tucking me in."

Yep, I was very helpful.

"You're welcome, Daddy." Kissing his cheek, I wiggled down under the sheet and started kissing lower. "I'm going to help you fall asleep fast because you're very tired."

He was so tired he lost his words.

"I…You're…" He stopped and moaned as I got closer and gave his penis a kiss hello. "Fuck."

Naughty Daddy.

Distracting him seemed like it might help him not use bad words, so I kissed him again and licked him like he was a popsicle. The internet said Daddies really liked it when subs acted cute when they did that and it was right.

And when I acted cute, he didn't even think about complaining that I should be able to do it faster or better or to take it deeper.

The internet was amazing.

Licks and kisses made Daddy very happy and he made even better sounds when I wiggled and let him hear my happy sounds too. Giggles made him moan big and his penis would jerk and beg for more attention.

So I had to give it more attention.

I wrapped my hand around it to give him a hug and sucked on the head like it was a Tootsie Pop and hummed like the internet said to.

I was amazing.

Daddy shot like a rocket and I didn't almost die because he wasn't in the back of my throat.

Happy Daddy.

Suck.

Drink.

Hum.

Suck.

Drink.

Hum.

All done.

Daddy collapsed and sighed and waved his hands. "I need…you're going to…"

"I'm going to give you cuddles, Daddy." Lying on his chest kept him on the bed and made it so he was stuck. "Close your eyes. Be a good boy."

He giggled.

He sighed.

He fell asleep.

I was amazing.

Best caretaker big boy ever.