Daddy’s Little Dreamer (The Lactin Brotherhood)

Chapter 8

8

“You’re really gonna hang it on the fridge?”

That statement shouldn’t surprise me given what his mother and he shared with me about his past daddy fails, but it did.

“Of course, I am. Are you going to hang up my picture when you get home?”

His head bobbed up and down so fast I wasn’t sure it’d ever stop.

“Then why wouldn’t I hang this one up?”

He shrugged, disbelief marring his adorable face.

“Come with me.”

Trevor followed me over to the fridge, his eyes glued to my every move as I selected the perfect magnets and hung it in place. “Perfecto!”

“Daddy, don’t make me love you if you’re only gonna break my heart.”

“Sweet boy, I can promise you that won’t happen or mine would break right along with yours.”

Constant affirmation. Something I prided myself on giving to my past boys, but this one required it to be tenfold. And that was a challenge this Daddy was more than up for.

“Now, what shall we do next?”

Me personally, I was ready for a nap and at thirty-five, that was saying something. But this little one had an abundance of energy.

I was gonna need more toys.

Possibly a playground.

Lightbulb.

“Alright, sweet boy. Let’s go for a walk.” With Bumble tucked tightly to his side, he took my hand, and we walked down the street toward the neighborhood park. It wasn’t as big as peacock park was, but a great place for him to run off some of this excess energy before dinner. Afterward, it would be tubby time and hopefully he’d find that same peace nursing tonight as he had at the club.

Trevor skipped alongside me as we made our way along the sidewalk, happy as anything, and chatted away.

“I hope there are bees and flowers and lots of toys to play on. I love playgrounds, they’re my favorite. Do you come here a lot?”

“That was a lot of words in one breath, dear boy.”

His face fell and I knew I’d said the wrong thing. “Let me see if I can answer them all. There are some flowers and plants so there may be bees. There aren’t as many toys as the other park we went to but what they have is still fun. And no, I don’t come here a lot. In fact, I’ve lived in my house about seven years now and I think I’ve been here twice.”

He was back to skipping so I’d count that recovery as a win.

As soon as we crossed the street and entered the park, Trevor squealed and did a lap around it. I guessed he was assessing where to start which unsurprisingly began with the flowerbeds and bushes. Then he was off to the swings. I’d bet this sweet boy would like to plant a garden at Daddy’s house.

Just added that to a fun future weekend date.

“Push me, Daddy!” he called out. We had the park to ourselves like we were the only two people on earth and this daddy was happy to oblige his boy. “Wheee!” Trevor giggled. “Higher, Daddy, higher!”

When he’d had enough of that he jumped off the swing and over to the merry go round. “Spin me, Daddy!”

By the time this tired daddy could hardly stand up anymore, Trevor had played on every toy in the park.

“Sweet boy, Daddy needs to rest and it’s getting close to dinner time.” The sun was on the verge of its descent into night, and there was a stiff cocktail with my name on it waiting in the liquor cabinet at home.

He wasn’t as pumped up for the walk home as he was coming over, leaving me to believe we’d worked off the zoomies. Thankfully this morning I’d prepped for dinner before I picked him up, so I only had to bake the chicken and cook the pasta, then toss in the veggies. Salt, pepper, and lemon juice and our healthy dinner was ready.

“Daddy, this is nummy, and it doesn’t even need any dippy sauces.”

“Whatever shall we do?” My fake sigh had triggered his laughter. “I’m glad you like it, but guess what?”

“What?”

“It’s healthy and you said it’s nummy. So I win.”

“Silly Daddy,” he rolled his eyes. “But I’m the real winner cause I had the best day ever!”

“You said that last time.”

“That’s cause every day I get to spend with you is the best.”

Trevor and his big heart rendered me speechless.

“I’m done!” Thankfully he wasn’t a messy eater or he’d have slung food everywhere when he threw his hands in the air. “Is it tubby time, Daddy?”

“Almost. Let me get the kitchen cleaned up and then it will be.”

Trevor was running around, singing and dancing and having a great time. What I didn’t expect to find when I turned around was his naked ass streaking through the house while still wearing the bumble bee headband. Evidently he had zero issues with self-nudity. Gotta say, it made my day watching that cute little bee-hind dance around. A memory that will forever be at the forefront of this daddy’s mind. Both adorable and adorably sexy.

A giggly squeal filled the room when I swatted his butt as he streaked by me. “Tubby time, little one.”

He followed along, singing his silly song. No clue what it was, and it really didn’t matter. He was a happy boy and that was my only goal.

“Here, open these while daddy gets everything ready.”

“Yay! Tubby duckies!”

Trevor played with the rubber ducks, lining them up along the bathroom counter while I ran the water and poured in the bubbles. “Okay, sweet boy, time to step in.” He took my hand as I guided him in and sunk down into the water.

“Daddy, I forgot the duckies. Can you get them for me, please?”

“Incoming!” I bombed him with the duckies from overhead. Bubbles flew through the air carrying his giggles with them. My home had never been this full of life. Though other boys had been here, no one had ever had such exuberance for the simplest of things as Trevor had, nor had any been as appreciative.

I knelt on the fuzzy rug just outside the tub and pretended one of the ducks was a shark. “Da-dump. Da-dump. Da-dump, da-dump, da-dump. Whoosh.” I sunk one of the ducks.

“Noooo, not my sweet duckies. Bad sharkie!”

We played and played until he finally yawned and held up his hands. “I’m pruney, Daddy.”

“That you are. Let’s get you washed and dried off, then into your new jammies you go.” Glad I’d had the forethought to grab them from the dryer before we got started.

Dried and dressed, he slid his headband back on and took off. So much for being worn out. He wasn’t kidding when he said his brain never stopped. The zoomies were alive and well in this boy.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz, I’m a bee, Daddy.”

“Yes, you are, and the cutest one I’ve ever seen.”

His arms spread out as he flew through the house. “Be careful, sweet boy, you don’t want to slip and fall.”

I’d dried the floor as best I could, but let him run it off while I cleaned up and got myself ready for bed. With the house locked and the lights off, it was time for Trevor to wind down.

“Alright, Daddy’s little Bumble Bee, it’s time for bed.”

Trevor came to a stop so abruptly it scared me to death.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“How-how did you know?”

Huh? “Know what?”

“That was my name.”

“That Trevor was your name?” He lost me and my brain was challenged with keeping up this late in the day.

“No. Little Bumble Bee. How did you know?”

“I’m sorry, but you’ve lost me. Should I not call you that?” What had I missed?

He shook his head. “No, never mind. I like it, especially from you.”

There was a story there, but pushing it might not be wise. Not to mention the fact I was a bit overloaded and more than ready to settle down for the night. More toys would be wise for our next date.

Maybe less sugar, too. Wait, the only sugar he had were juice boxes.

Note to self, replace with sugar free.

“You got Bumble and his new friend all sorted?” He had tucked them into the pillow behind him, then snuggled up to me.

“I do, Daddy. Bumble is so happy with his new friend. He said to tell you thank you.” He fidgeted with the rim of my t-shirt.

“Something wrong?”

“No, but I was um, wondering if I could.” He pointed at my chest. “You know.”

Ah, now he was talking my language. “Nurse?”

“Yes, please.”

“Is it okay if I take off my shirt? This one doesn’t have buttons?” Making him uncomfortable or assuming I expected sexual favors in return wasn’t how this worked. Trevor had to be alright with everything we did.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I tossed my shirt and the padded elastic band to the ground. Trevor’s eyes clocked my every move.

“Come here.” I tucked him against my side, and he threw a leg over mine. His head rested in the bend of my arm right where I wanted it. As soon as he latched on it was like instant relief for both of us. My head lay back on the pillows and his entire body relaxed, as did mine. The perfect end to a busy day. He closed his eyes and Daddy’s Little Dreamer was down for the night.

Had I had the forethought to do this earlier, we both might’ve snuck in a nap.