Chapter 4 Nate
NATE
Two days later, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about Gilly.
I’d gotten his number but hadn’t used it yet.
Why? Because what if he found out about the lactating and ran in the opposite direction?
Probably as fast as he could, or maybe he already knew.
Preston lactated and he was very cozy with his new boy, and I was sure he and Gilly talked about their dates and such.
Surely, Bobby had to have said something—anything.
As far as I knew, no one was talking about it, and I hadn’t a clue on how to broach the subject with Gilly.
I’d never wanted to be with someone like this who didn’t know about it, or so I assumed.
And wanting to date Gilly was also a new feeling for me.
How quickly I’d changed my mind when face to face with the cute boy.
Monday, I went to work like normal. Stopped in at both my active sites, did some paperwork, filed a permit, and called a meeting with my sales team, which meant John, since he was actually the entire sales team.
But we needed more jobs, and he was the key to bringing them in.
Eventually, I finished everything and sat at my desk with nothing else to do.
Well, I could have found something productive, but I didn’t want to.
Gilly was my focus, and I hoped he liked me and was open to seeing me again.
With the newness of this, I hadn’t a clue what to get him, but my mind swirled with a whirlwind of prezzies he may like.
Maybe something as simple as a coloring book would work.
While I got the feeling he wasn’t a boy seeking gifts, I really wanted to impress him.
Later that night, I went home, and instead of letting everything grind in my head, I prepared to get more information.
Given I didn’t have a boy of my own yet, I got situated to pump and pulled up the Brotherhood website to peruse while I did.
It would have been easier to go to the club and just ask my questions from another brother, but tonight, I opted to search the chat boards instead.
After an awkward minute of trying to search and nearly dropping my equipment, I finally landed on what I wanted.
How to Tell Others.
And down the hole I went. There was a different bit of advice for every possible situation, but I didn’t know if any of it was helpful. Then I found the best thing I probably could have read.
Be honest. Be straightforward. And if you’re not accepted, remember that says more about that person than it does about you.
That took me back to Brotherhood 101. It’s normal, and there’s nothing wrong with me.
I wasn’t going to let my whole world shatter because of one boy.
Having only casually dated Littles who already knew about me and were into nursing but nothing serious, for once in my life, I wanted to build something real in a true partnership.
That would make my mother happy, for sure.
My parents had always been so supportive of me, but they worried I’d be alone forever.
They now lived in a retirement village outside of town, and with my brother, Brandon, in the military and stationed outside of the country, I was sure they would be able to relax more once they found out I had a partner.
I wanted this with Gilly.
How would Gilly feel about it? We still had a lot to learn about each other and many conversations to be had. One thing was for sure, though, if I didn’t ask him out on another date, I would never find out where he stood with any of it.
With a deep breath, I finally gave in and called Gilly.
“H-Hello?”
“Gilly? It’s Nate.”
“Hi, Nate. I can’t believe you called me.”
“Why wouldn’t I? We had fun on our date, right?”
“Um…yes. I did.” That was a good sign.
I leaned back on my couch and propped my feet on the coffee table. “I’d like to take you to the park Saturday. Maybe have lunch?”
“Sure. I don’t work this Saturday. I don’t work most Saturdays. But sometimes. Not this coming week, though. Uh, what time?” Was he rambling? Possibly nervous?
“You’re killing me with how adorable you are. You know that, right?”
“No?” He actually squeaked.
“Ten am? I’ll pick you up outside your apartment.”
“Great. I can’t wait.”
“Remember it’s a park. Wear comfortable shoes and clothes you don’t mind getting grass stains on.”
“Okay. Thank you. I will.”
“See you Saturday, Gilly.”
“Okay, Da—Nate.” He did it again. There would be an in-depth talk on Saturday. We would play, eat lunch, and then I’d tell him about my lactating and gauge his reaction. If he wasn’t scared off by all of that, we’d discuss his Little side I’d glimpsed a peek of and see if he understood it as well.
I couldn’t wait to see him.
It was only Monday, though. Damn, this was going to be a long week.