Chapter 15 Daniel
Daniel
My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me from my ramblings about the various tools in my shop and their uses. I pulled my phone out to see that the pizza would be arriving shortly.
Tristan had been watching with rapt attention as I carried him around my workspace and explained my craft.
Would he ever need to put this information into practice?
Probably not, but just like the age group of the headspace he was in, he asked his question in small phrases like “what dat?” or “why?” It was absolutely precious and made my heart soar.
My boy was incredibly creative, and his passion for everything crafty was even more tangible when he was in little space.
“Okay, sweet boy, I’m sorry to cut this short, but it’s time to go inside. The pizza is almost here.” At first, Tristan looked solemn at my words, but as soon as the word pizza left my mouth, I had to grip him tighter because he began to wiggle and clap in excitement. “Ezza! Ezza!”
I chuckled at his adorable pronunciation of ‘pizza’ and planted a kiss on his cheek. “That’s right, baby, it’s pizza time!”
Tristan continued to clap and cheer as we made our way back inside.
One of my favorite parts of being a Daddy was experiencing my boy’s unbridled joy.
As adults, we often take the small things for granted, but watching my boy practically lose his mind over pizza made everything feel much brighter and exciting.
Usually, I would take Tristan to the living room and place him on the couch with a stuffie or cartoons while I got our food, but Tristan regressed a lot younger than my previous boys, and I didn’t want to be too far from him.
I made my way into the kitchen and placed Tristan on the countertop beside me.
“Daddy’s right here, but you still have to be careful so you don’t fall. ”
My sweet boy stilled instantly, being careful not to wiggle too much. “Otay Dada!” I carefully made my way through the kitchen, making sure I never moved too far away from Tristan so he wouldn’t fall. I gathered some plates, as well as water for myself and a sippy cup full of juice for my boy.
I picked Tristan up and began taking our stuff into the living room so we could watch TV while we ate. If we were on the couch, I would have plenty of room to hold my boy in my lap as I fed him. I had to make a few trips because I only had one hand, but it was more than worth it to hold my boy.
“Dada, can I cowor and watch toons. Me and Ewwie’s ezza pawties always hab toons.” My sweet boy let out a big sigh, and a flicker of sadness crossed his face. “I hope Ellie’s not lonely.” My heart melted at his concern for his friend. “Would you like to have Ellery over for a play date soon?”
Tristan gasped, his eyes sparkling with surprise and excitement.
“Oh pwease Dada Pwease!” I sat him down on the couch and crouched before him.
“Of course, little one. But as far as tonight, we can definitely watch cartoons while we eat our pizza, but no coloring until after you’ve finished.
” Tristan pouted and seemed like he was going to fight me on it, but based on his reply, he had decided against it.
His reply was reluctant, and I had to hold back a chuckle. “Otay Dada.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re such a good boy.” Tristan’s smile beamed at my praise. Just as I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips, the doorbell rang, signaling that our pizza had arrived. “Stay right here, little one. I’ll be right back.”
After I returned with the pizza, I put on a cartoon I knew he liked.
Tristan was so captivated by the screen.
I took that as my chance and ran back into the kitchen and pulled out one of the pre-made fruit cups I had prepared earlier.
Tristan was still sitting on the couch, and his head whipped toward me as I made my way back into the room. “Ezza Time!”
My boy was just so damn adorable, I needed him back in my arms, so I plopped down on the couch and pulled him into my lap.
“That’s right, baby, it’s pizza time! Open up.
” I leaned forward and poked the slice of cheesy goodness to make sure it wasn’t too hot.
When it passed the test, I held it up to Tristan’s waiting mouth.
He made a chomping sound as he took a big bite, causing sauce to drip down his chin.
Shaking my head in amusement, I grabbed a napkin off the coffee table and wiped the saucy mess off my boy’s adorable face.
“You’re cute when you’re making a mess, baby, but please take smaller bites, I don’t want you to choke.
” Tristan’s face looked like he was a chipmunk with nuts stuffed in his cheeks as he nodded while continuing to chew the massive bite.
I took a few bites by the time he was done chewing and ready to take another.
We continued to take turns eating and managed to watch two episodes of Tristan’s show by the time we were both done.
My hungry boy was even more thrilled when I showed him the fruit cup full of his favorite fruits.
Tristan grabbed the cup, insisting he could feed himself as he practically shoveled the contents into his mouth.
I suspected he just wanted to eat faster so he could color.
Sure enough, as soon as the last bite of fruit passed his lips, he tried to speak with his mouth full.
“I know you’re excited, but please chew before you speak.
It’s not nice, and it could cause you to choke.
” Tristan chewed more carefully and began to speak once he was done. “Sowwie Dada. I done. Can I cowor?”
“Of course, little one.” As I stood up, I maneuvered him so I was holding him and then gently placed him on the floor in front of the coffee table. “I’ll be right back.”
Not even a minute later, I had grabbed his dragon color book and crayons and placed them on the table in front of him. “Here you go, sweetheart.”
Tristan’s face flushed with embarrassment as he saw the dragon picture he had been working on earlier that day, likely remembering his accident.
“I done wif dis one Dada. I wan yous to hab it.” My heart nearly exploded from how cute he was.
“Thank you, sweet boy, it’s fantastic, and I can’t wait to put it on the fridge.
He looked up at me expectantly and parted his lips, so I bent down and placed a soft kiss on his nose, then held his pacifier to his waiting mouth.
“Fank you, Dada. His words were muffled behind his pacifier, which somehow made them even sweeter.
“Anything for you, little one. Now, this Daddy needs another picture for his fridge. Are you up for the task?” His beautiful curls bounced wildly as he nodded.
It was hard to tear my eyes away from my boy as he sat coloring.
He hummed to himself as he swayed gently back and forth while coloring his picture.
He was precious, and I was damn lucky to call him mine.
Since he was entranced in his coloring, I decided to use this time to hang his picture on the fridge.
Once it was secure with a magnet, I stepped back to admire my boy’s work.
Tristan seemed to regress from the one to three range, so his work didn’t stay within the lines; however, you could still tell he put all of his focus and attention into his work.
His coordination was just different when he was so deep in a little space, and that just made me feel prouder that my boy felt safe enough to let himself go.
I checked on Tristan before attending to a couple of things before bed. When I returned, he was only halfway done with his picture, but his shoulders were slouching, and he looked a moment away from passing out.
“Hey, sweetie, it’s time to start getting ready for bed.” As if on cue, my boy let out a huge yawn, causing his pacifier to fall out. Thankfully, it was still attached to the clip, so it didn’t land on the floor. “Dada, I wet.”
“Such a good boy for telling Daddy, let’s go get you in a dry diaper, and then it’s time to get ready for bed. Would you like another bottle?”
Tristan sighed dreamily as if just the idea of suckling on a bottle made him happy. “Pwease, Dada? It was so yummy and made my tummy feel all warm.”
“You’re so polite, baby. Of course, Daddy loved giving you a bottle. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Anytime you want to curl up in my lap with a bottle, ask me, and I will be more than happy to share that with you.”
I scooped him up and placed him on my hip. Tristan nuzzled his face into my chest and took a deep breath. “Mmm, Dada smells good.”
“Thank you, little one. I’m glad you think so.” I didn’t miss how the warmth from his wet diaper radiated through my clothing. It wasn’t full enough to leak; it was just warm and full as it squished between us.
Once we reached the changing table, I placed him atop it and began unfastening his onesie. Tristan squirmed a bit, and I grabbed his pacifier and teased his lips. I would never tire of seeing the blush that bloomed on his adorable cheeks every time I teased his plump lips with the rubber teat.
Undoing the tabs, I removed the wet diaper and began wiping his adorable bottom clean.
His cute little cock plumped under my touch, but I ignored it.
My sweet boy was tired. It had been a fantastic first day together as Daddy and boy, but even the happiest days can be tiring, and my baby was ready to rest. Tristan let out a series of contented sighs as I rubbed the barrier cream into his skin.
Once his diaper and onesie were all fastened shut, I hoisted him onto my hip and carried my sleepy little one into the bathroom to complete our bedtime routine. Tristan could barely keep his eyes open as I helped him brush his teeth.
“Okay, sleepy, boy. Now it’s Daddy’s turn to brush his teeth and go to the bathroom. Wait right here, and then as soon as I’m done, we’ll get you all tucked in so I can make your bottle.”
Placing his pacifier back in his mouth, I placed a tender kiss on his hairline and took care of my business as fast as I possibly could.
My boy held his hands out sleepily, and I picked him up and placed him on my hip.
It seemed this was becoming my boy’s favorite mode of transportation, and I wasn’t complaining in the slightest. The time I spent in the gym was well worth it, as it allowed me to carry my boy.
“Sweetheart, do you want to sleep in the nursery or in Daddy’s bed?”
Tristan’s hand tightened around me as if he was worried I’d let him go. “Shh, baby, I want nothing more than to see with you in my arms, but I only want that if it’s something you want too.”
Tristan’s eyes were full of determination when he spoke. “I wanna sweep wif you, pwease.”
“Then that’s what my baby gets. Wait right here, little one. I’ll be right back with your bottle and Ember.” Tristan practically became one with the mattress as I lay him down and kissed the shield of his pacifier, making him giggle.
Once I was in the kitchen, I prepared a standard bottle of milk.
Since we had already eaten a big dinner, there was no need for a protein shake.
Once I had checked the bottle temperature to make sure it wasn’t too hot, I headed back toward my boy, making sure to grab Ember out of the living room.
My boy was attached to Ember. It was the same dragon that called to me and brought me to Tristan’s table.
Never thought I’d be feeling extreme gratitude towards a stuffed animal, but a little one’s toys truly were magical.
When I re-entered the room, I thought Tristan would be asleep, but to my surprise, he was sitting up in the bed, his eyes lighting up with excitement when they landed on me.
“Dada, you back!” The statement was much more subdued than usual, but even so, the smile on his face had my heart doing cartwheels in my chest. “That I am, sweetheart. And I’ve got your bottle.
” Tristan licked his lips, and I mentally chastised my dick for taking interest; we would have plenty of time later. “Yummy, fanks, Dada.”
I quickly removed all my clothes, leaving only my boxers.
Tristan’s eyes widen with interest, but I knew he was far too tired to do anything about it, but just knowing he wanted me was enough.
Knowing it wouldn’t be long before my boy passed out, I decided to forego a storybook and go from my imagination.
I wanted to hold my boy as I fed him, and that was nearly impossible when trying to balance a book and turn the pages with one hand.
Climbing into bed, I rested my back against the headboard and pulled Tristan into my lap.
Once he was all settled with his cheek resting against my chest and his legs hanging off of mine, I brought the bottle up to his lips.
Tristan instantly welcomed the nipple into his mouth and began sucking greedily.
Thankfully, I had purchased nipples that controlled the flow, so no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn’t allow him to go fast enough to choke.
As he drank, I told him a story of a lonely dragon on a mission to find his perfect mate after being alone, watching over his hoard for hundreds of years.
After only fifteen minutes, his bottle was empty.
Tristan’s sucking slowed, and his latch on the bottle broke when his jaw went slack from sleep.
I was as stealthy as I could be as I removed his bottle and moved us down the bed so I could tuck him against me and pull the covers over us. Even as I closed my eyes, I couldn’t help but smile. I was lying in my bed with the most perfect boy draped across my chest. I was the luckiest Daddy ever.