Chapter 11 Daniel
Daniel
Tristan wriggled in my hold. He wasn’t trying to break free; instead, he was so excited that he couldn’t contain it.
“Come on, my little wiggle worm, let’s get you in some comfy clothes so you can play.”
My sweet boy practically vibrated in my arms as he replied, “Yes, please, Daddy. Wanna pway.”
My boy wasn’t the only one vibrating with excitement. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as I carried him over to the changing table.
He called me Daddy like it was as natural as breathing.
The way he was more than content to let me carry him around and take care of everything had me smiling so hard I thought my cheeks would crack.
We haven’t even had a chance to sink deep into our roles as Daddy and boy, and he was already giving me so much trust it was staggering.
I sat him down on the padded changing table, watching him as he wiggled with anticipation. “Let’s find you something to wear.”
Bending down, I opened one of the bottom drawers.
I pulled out a green dragon sleeper; it had wings and a tail on the back, and the hood had eyes and an adorable little snout.
I briefly considered asking him if he wanted a diaper, but I decided it could wait.
This was our first time playing. I’d waited so long to have a boy who trusted me enough to take care of all his needs, but we weren’t ready for that… yet.
“Would my sweet boy like to wear this?” I stood up and showed him the onesie.
Tristan kicked his feet as they hung off the side of the table and clapped his hands. “Oh, Daddy, it’s so cute… I can be a Dragon!”
“You’ll be the cutest dragon ever. Would you like to use a pacifier while you play?” His cheeks pinked as his gaze fell to the floor, whispering, “Um, I- yes, please.”
“Perfect, I have just the one.”
I reached into one of the drawers and pulled out an adult pacifier that matched his dragon onesie. It was the same color, with a Dragon printed on the front, and even came with a matching clip so he wouldn’t lose it. I showed it to Trisitan, who gave me another round of applause for my selection.
“Okay, sweet boy, let’s get you changed.”
Lifting him off the changing table, I placed him in front of me and knelt before him.
I made quick work of removing his clothes and shoes until my wiggly boy was in nothing but a cute pair of dinosaur undies.
He placed his hand on my shoulders and lifted his feet one by one as I pulled the onesie up his legs.
After he raised his arms, I zipped him up and reached over to grab his pacifier.
I attached the clip to his outfit and rubbed the teat against his soft lips.
“Open up, sweetie.” His tongue darted out and licked his lips before he sucked the nipple into his mouth.
He took a few tentative sucks. I could see the last of his tension melt away; my boy definitely had an oral fixation.
Reaching behind him, I grabbed the hood and pulled it over his head. I stepped back to take a look at my sweet boy, but was startled when he lifted his hands like claws and roared behind his pacifier.
“Rawr”
He was so adorable, I couldn’t suppress the laugh that bubbled out of me. He let out a gasp, his pacifier falling from his mouth, but thankfully, it was saved by the clip it was attached to.
“Hey! You’re supposed to be scared.” He stomped his foot, his bottom lip jutting out in the most adorable pout.
“I’m sorry, little one. You’re just so stinking cute, I couldn’t help it. I want to show you something that I think will make up for it.” I held out both my arms. “Come here, sweetie.”
Tristan leaped into my arms and wrapped his legs tightly around my waist. Holding him like this was absolute heaven; if he let me, I would be perfectly content carrying him everywhere.
I walked over to the bookshelf where the dragon blocks were stored.
They were a set of ten that I had arranged into a pyramid.
Picking up the block on top, I handed it to my boy, who was staring at the stack of blocks with wide-eyed wonder.
He grabbed the block, clutching it like he was worried it would disappear. “Daddy… they’re so pretty… can I pway with dem?”
Warmth bloomed in my chest; his voice was soft and high-pitched, and his adult way of speaking fell away as he began to sink into his little headspace.
“Of course, little one. That’s why I made them.”
He nuzzled my face as I carried him over to the center of the room and placed him on the floor. His eyes followed me as I grabbed the other blocks. Bending down, I put the blocks in front of him.
“Do you want me to play with you or just watch?”
He looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Pwease pway with me, Daddy.”
“I’d be honored, sweetheart.”
Tristan clapped his hands and cheered as I sat on the floor next to him.
He looked at the blocks and then back at me.
His gaze continued to move between me and the blocks as he nervously wrung his hands together.
I wanted to give in and pull him into my lap, but if I was going to be his Daddy, I needed him to feel comfortable asking for what he wanted.
I reached over, grabbed one of his hands, and rubbed soothing circles in his palm.
“Sweetheart, as your Daddy, I want to take care of you and give you everything your heart desires… but I also need you to communicate those needs so I can meet them. I will never judge you for something you want or need.”
He looked at me with watery eyes that shone with gratitude. “Thank you, Daddy. Is it- can I sit in your lap while we play?”
Letting go of his hand, I patted my thigh. “Good boy, I would love that. Come here, little one.”
Heat bloomed over Tristan’s face as he crawled over and sat in my lap.
He reached down for his pacifier and placed it in his mouth before carefully stacking one block on top of the other.
His back was a comforting warmth against my chest, melting away any tension I had like ice under a flame.
Once he had a tall leaning tower, he looked back at me to make sure I was watching.
I nodded in encouragement and placed a quick kiss on his nose.
He squealed in delight and, unlike when we were at the fair, he had plenty of space to swat at the bottom of the tower, making all ten blocks come crashing down. “Boom!”
“That’s right, baby! You made them go boom! Wanna do it again?”
He squirmed in my arms while chanting. “Again! Again!”
Soft suckling noises filled the room as he placed another block, stacking them as high as they’d go. I wrapped my arms around his waist, keeping my grip loose to avoid impeding his movement. His joy was palpable, and it made my insides gooey and warm.
“You’re doing so well, little one. I’ll have to make more blocks so you can go even higher!”
He gasped, his head whipping around to face me. “You make more blocks… for me?”
Threading my fingers through his hair, I ruffled his soft, curly locks. “Of course! I love creating things for others and selling them. But nothing beats the joy I feel seeing my boy have so much fun with something I made for him.”
“Yay! This is the bestest day ever in my whole life!”
Pure happiness coursed through me as Tristan continued to stack his blocks. Each time he completed the tower and knocked it down, he celebrated with unbridled joy… it was infectious.
I continued to hold him and cheer him on with soft praise and warm kisses to his scalp. After several rounds of stacking and crashing, his movements became less coordinated, and his towers started crashing down before he even had the chance to swat at the base.
I expected him to start getting frustrated, but instead, my boy just kept babbling, undeterred. “Ba- ba- ooooom.”
Tristan said he usually regressed in the older range, but I had a feeling that wasn’t the case. If he’d never had a Daddy before to make him feel safe enough to let go entirely, this was probably the first time he sank this deep. His soft babbling and delayed movement were precious.
Leaning forward, Tristan placed his hands on the floor and crawled out of my lap. He looked at me and pointed at the blocks.
“Dada, stack!”
My heart instantly turned to mush. “You want Daddy to stack?”
He nodded, “Pwease.”
My sweet boy bounced as he cheered and clapped, looking positively adorable. “Yay, Dada stack! Fank you.”
Tristan watched me wide-eyed as I made a nice high stack of blocks.
“All done!” I looked at Tristan, who was now standing up on his knees and waddling forward.
His pacifier flew out of his mouth as he roared, blocks crashed and flew as he huffed and grunted, pretending to breathe fire.
It took everything in me not to wrap my arms around him and plant kisses all over his face.
He was so damn adorable, and I couldn’t get enough.
He asked me to stack them again several times, and after each stack, my cute little dragon roared.
His blazing flames and sharp claws destroyed one tower after another.
During the last demolition, his breathing became shallow, and his roar was no longer as loud and vibrant as before.
My sweet boy was going to need a nap soon.
Reaching over, I grabbed him by his waist and pulled him into my lap. “Did you have fun, little one?” He squealed in agreement before popping his pacifier back into his mouth and nuzzling his face against my chest.
“You… my fierce little dragon, are adorable. I loved playing with you.” I placed a kiss on the crown of his head. “My little dragon must be starving after all that hard work. Let’s go to the living room, and you can color while Daddy makes us some lunch.”
“Can I hab nuggies pwease.”
Tristan’s soft voice was slurred by his pacifier, making him sound even more adorable.
I couldn’t help but squeeze him gently and bury my nose in his hair.
“Of course, little one. Now, let’s get you set up so I can make those nuggets.
I wouldn’t want my little dragon going on a hunger-induced rampage. ”
“You silly Dada.”
The giggles that followed made my heart soar.