Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

Jett

I can't stop rubbing my hands along the onesie I'm wearing. It's softer than anything I think I've ever worn.

I'm used to expensive fabrics thanks to my job. A lot of times, we have to show up in our best suits for game day. We go all out for fundraisers too, but this is different.

This is me being comfortable as my most true self.

And the man that made it all happen is holding my hand as he leads me through the train cars to the breakfast area. He's wearing his own outfit as well, though I wasn't the one who purchased it for him.

I'm curious to see what Princess Aster has up his sleeve today. He was not the one who gave me the shirt last night. Still, I have a feeling that he's behind it all, and Ean was just the messenger.

Sure enough, once we enter the breakfast area, everyone turns our way and begins to laugh. At first my heart seizes because I think it's me in my outfit their amused by.

Daddy scowls at the group before he also begins to laugh. My mind is too lost to figure out what's going on, so I simply ask him, "Hey Daddy, why are you laughing?"

When he looks at me, he notices that I'm not smiling or happy about whatever is going on. He pulls me close, then points towards the group.

"Do you notice anything?"

I take in the large gathering and right away, I see that all the Daddies are wearing the exact same shirt. I snort, then slam my hand over my mouth. I don't want anyone to hear that sound.

Of course Daddy's close enough to catch it, and he gives me a wolfish sort of grin. It's like he appreciates getting these secret little parts of me.

I still don't understand how this man came to be in my life.

One minute he was Monty's stepbrother who didn't like football and never came to games. The next he's my Daddy who is sweeping me away on train rides and showing me that it's okay to be little even though I'm not physically little.

I'm mesmerized by everything he does. I don't know how I'm going to survive without him after this trip is over.

That's a problem for later. Right now, the focus is getting to some food in my stomach.

By now, I would have eaten breakfast and some type of protein drink.

As if sensing my need, Daddy ushers me to one of the few empty spots left.

Four people sit to a table, so when we grab ours, I find two familiar faces. I don't know their names, though we've been circling each other the whole trip.

The Daddy, which I can tell by his shirt, reaches across the table. "Hi! My name is Desmond, and this is my boy, Ryder. Nice to meet you both. Sorry we haven't introduced ourselves properly before now. It can be very overwhelming with this group."

I nod rapidly as I shake his hand, then wave at his boy. I'm given a mischievous grin back.

"We came in after a big chunk of this group had already formed. We understand where your guys are. Granted, there are even more who aren't on the train because of work and other things, but this is pretty much the bulk of it."

Daddy takes a look around the room at Ryder's words. "I do have to say it is quite a bit already. My boy Jett here is a professional football player, so he's used to large groups to some extent. He also has a network of Daddies and Littles back home that we intend to connect with as well. This is good practice."

My head whips his way at the remark. I don't recall any of this.

Has he made plans already?

Does he know something I don't?

Is this about Bellamy and Aries and their boys?

I suspect it is. I even think Bellamy's brother Jake has a Daddy situation going on. Though I don't tune in enough to truly know.

At least I hadn't.

Maybe now I will.

Ignoring my shock, Daddy kisses my temple. "I'm Micah, by the way. My manners have slipped me. Must be the hunger."

The men across from us chuckle as I bury my face in his neck. I wish we could go back to bed and curl up. That the food would be delivered to us, and we could spend all day acting as if the rest of the world didn't exist.

At the same time, I want to be in the middle of this group and experience being a Little as authentically as I can for the first time. I don't know when I'll ever get this again, despite what Daddy says.

Bellamy and Aries are nice; however, I'm unsure if they'll want me around outside of work. Will this change our dynamic on the field?

The pair of them have always been connected in some way. They're best friends, and their positions mean having to be in constant communication all the time.

I'm an outlier.

The oddity.

Same as I've always been.

It would be foolish to believe this will bring us closer.

But maybe…

Maybe knowing something about me that isn't football related will change their perspective of who I am.

The server comes by and takes our order. Daddy gets more than one plate for me, to which I beam in appreciation. I didn't even have to tell him what I wanted.

Honestly, I would take pretty much anything right now. I'm starving.

Last night's activities left me exhausted and fulfilled in a way I've never been. It also left me with too many burned calories.

Our breakfast discussion is fairly tame. We talk through some kink aspects here and there; however, it is mostly a conversation about the group and how everyone met.

I find that I'm fascinated by all the different dynamics. They've got people in nearly every occupation and at all different levels of age regression. There is not a one-size-fits-all.

Even though there is more than one princess in the group, no two are exactly alike. It makes me think about my Daddy and how we connect. How we're so different from everyone, yet still somewhat the same.

After breakfast, the group splits off. Some of the boys need naps since they've been up long before us. Others want to go to the observation car.

Daddy takes us along with the second group. He knows I can't resist watching.

Plus, the observation car is the one that we made to look very Christmassy, and I'm excited to see it now that everything's done.

Once we're inside our "Christmas car" as Princess Aster declares it to be, it becomes clear that we've lucked out more than we could have ever imagined. If the day before was bliss, then today is euphoria. There is soft Christmas music playing in the background, and the lights are all glowing amidst the car. They've dimmed the overhead lights on board to create a glowing effect.

Outside, the clouds create a shadowy effect that only heightens the experience. Not to mention, it's snowing.

I mean, yes, have I experienced snow. Of course I have.

But to be on a train driving through the snow with Christmas lights and having my Daddy with me is a miracle. It's a Christmas miracle.

Wrapped up in my own thoughts, I miss Daddy trying to talk to me at first. He wraps his arm around me and tugs me closer to his chest. I grin when I look his way.

"There you are," he says softly. "I asked if you were having a good time my sweet boy."

I nod quickly, not wanting him to think that I'm upset. "This is the best present anyone has ever given me," I tell him. "I don't know how any other holiday will ever be better than this."

He runs his hand down my jaw. "I think you'll find that they'll get better through the years. As long as you'll have me, I intend to make all of them better than the last. It's a big job, but I'm up for it."

Unable to help myself, I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. It's the first time I've initiated contact in a romantic nature.

Daddy notices right away. He doesn't press hard or push me for more, though I can sense his body holding back. Every part of us that touches feels like it's on fire.

I didn't know that connection could feel like this.

No wonder my teammates are obsessed with getting laid and doing the one-night stand thing. While this isn't a one-night stand, I can still understand the addiction this level of intense pleasure could create.

Despite how quickly it happened and how illogical it might seem to others; Daddy and I have formed a bond. A bond that I truly hope isn't gonna break the second we get off this train.

I don't think it will.

I'm going to do my best to make sure it doesn't.

Although I'm not really sure what I can do aside from pleading with him to stay with me. My schedule is really hectic. Especially right now when we're in the midst of the season and looking towards another championship run.

I want to trust him when he says he wants to have more time with me, yet I'm skeptical. No one truly stays.

When we pull back from the kiss, Daddy has a soft smile on his face. I wish I had my phone to capture it forever. Daddy said I should leave the device behind this morning.

Whether it was because he knew I was in a softer and smaller mindset or because he truly thinks I don't need it, I'm not sure. Hopefully, it's a little bit of both.

I like that he can read me so clearly.

With the snow falling outside and the lights hanging around us, I slip into a relaxing state. There's no need for words to be said. No need to hash out anything. It's peaceful.

The group behind us talks a mile a minute about the things they see or the presents they're hoping Santa will bring. I accept that life is amazing. There's so much more to it than routines and schedules and football.

I can be happy being Little and be a professional athlete. The two are not mutually exclusive, like I would have assumed they were before.

And my Daddy is quite frankly the best Daddy ever. I know the other boys on this train would disagree with me heavily, but they don't know him like I do. They haven't experienced this whirlwind of change that he's brought into my life, nor do they get to care for him like I do.

I wouldn't say it's love.

Not yet.

But it could be.

It could be all the things I've heard of and more.

He's already changed my mind about so much. For someone who couldn't really stand physical touch from others and had no interest in romance or sex, I've changed. I want to be close to him, want to find out what else there is to learn about my body and his and how we come together.

I drift in and out of my Little frame of mind as the day continues. At some point, the princesses gather to sing carols for the Daddies. I don't join in, my mood too relaxed to be a part of the entertainment.

Plus, why would I ever leave Daddy's side? He's so comfortable. There's no place I'd rather be than right here with him. It's where I'm meant to be.