Epilogue
Tristan
My fingers were starting to ache from how long I’d been crocheting.
It had been several days since Daddy took me home to grab things from my apartment after my sleepover with Ellery.
I didn’t need much since Daddy had plenty of little clothes for me at his house.
I grabbed a few big outfits, just in case, and some crochet supplies for the projects I was working on.
Daddy took such good care of me, making sure I rested.
But it had been days, and I nearly wept with joy when he decided I was finally well enough to get some work done.
I loved being little and all the comforts it brought me, but crocheting was just as necessary and fulfilled me in a completely different way.
I startled slightly when I heard Daddy enter through the back door. “Sweetie, I think it’s time you took a break,” I whined slightly as I continued moving the hook, creating new stitches.
“Sweetheart, you need to stretch and eat something. You’ve been hunched over working for almost two hours.”
As if conspiring against me, my stomach chose that moment to rumble so loud that Daddy definitely heard it. I sighed in defeat. “Okay, Daddy, but can I please finish the row I’m working on? I hate stopping mid-round.”
“Of course, little one. Finish that round and then stand up and stretch while I make us some lunch.” Daddy placed a kiss on the top of my head before walking away.
Daddy spent the last several days by my side, and it was incredible. I was so sick that we mostly cuddled on the couch and watched TV; even so, I was spending time with him. I loved every second we spent together.
Daddy decided he would get some work done, too.
I wanted to join him in the workshop since I could crochet anywhere, but Daddy didn’t think it was best for me to spend a lot of time in the shed.
Sitting for hours in a hot workshop in the middle of summer, even if there were fans, was apparently not a good idea after having been sick with a fever for several days.
When I was done, I found Daddy sitting at the table with our plates. Since I was so sick, I’d spent the past several days mostly in little space. I loved being little, but the idea of having lunch and talking with my Daddy was equally exciting.
“Come sit and eat, baby.” I sat down, and my mouth practically watered. It was just a sub sandwich and some chips, but it looked amazing. Daddy was right, I was really hungry if a simple sandwich was affecting me this much.
I bit into my sandwich, wiggling in my seat when I tasted yummy sauce. I hated dry sandwiches, and Daddy knew that and made sure to include my favorite sauces. He was the best.
“Mmm, that’s yummy, Daddy. Thank you… I love you.”
Ever since we first said those last three words, we’ve used them frequently. It’d barely been two weeks, and the words already flowed so naturally at every opportunity. I wanted to tell him I loved him every chance I got.
“I love you, too, sweet boy. You’re very welcome.”
It was nearly five when I finished crocheting another dinosaur plush. I put all my supplies back in my bag and realized it’d been a while since I last saw Daddy. It’d only been a few hours since we had lunch together, but I’d grown so used to being with him all day, and I missed him terribly.
The door to the workshop creaked as I entered the massive space. “Daddy?”
“Over here, sweetheart.”
I made my way over to where I heard his voice.
Daddy stepped away from his bench and wiped the sweat off his forehead using his sleeve.
His hair was damp with sweat, his clothes covered in dirt and wood shavings.
He was so sexy I nearly jumped into his arms and kissed him silly, but the idea of being covered in wood dust did not seem appealing.
“Hi, Daddy! I’m done for the day.”
“Perfect timing, I was just finishing up.”
He grabs something off his workstation and turns toward me, holding it out. “It’s the stacking egg!”
“It is! I made a slight change to it… I figured after dinner we could have some playtime, and you can try to guess what’s different.”
“Ooo, that sounds fun! What’s for dinner?”
Daddy brought the egg with him and led us inside as he told me his plans for dinner and the rest of the evening.
I loved staying with Daddy; our lives seemed to fit together so seamlessly.
The comfort of being together or even just knowing he was close by in the workshop was a euphoric feeling. I never wanted it to end.
“Sweetie?” Daddy’s nickname for me brought me out of my thoughts. I smiled sheepishly at him, his tone suggesting it wasn’t the first time he said it.
“Do you want to join me for a shower, sweetheart?”
I’d been itching to kiss and touch my Daddy ever since I saw him all sweaty in his workshop, so I was not going to refuse the offer. “Yes, Daddy, I’d love that.”
I was a trembling mess as Daddy slowly peeled my clothes off. He teased me with soft kisses, his hot breath tickling my skin, making me shiver with need. “Daddy… Please.”
“Not yet, sweetheart. Be patient.” Daddy removed his clothes almost as slowly as he did my own. My dick throbbed and was already leaking streams of pre come, dripping onto the floor.
“Fuck baby. You like watching Daddy get naked for you? Knowing that the second my clothes are off, I’m going to kiss you and then drag you into the shower and make you come so hard you scream?”
My penis twitched, and my balls throbbed as I let out a desperate moan. “Please, Daddy. Need you. I love you so much.”
Daddy dropped his boxers in a blur, and before I could even blink, his mouth was on mine. His tongue licked between my lips, and I parted instantly, letting him inside. He grabbed the back of my thighs hoisting me up. I hooked my legs around his waist, somehow never breaking the kiss.
I moaned into his mouth as we stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over us. Daddy ripped his mouth from mine. Our breath was ragged as we both clung to one another. I felt slightly uneasy as Daddy placed me on my feet, but that quickly changed when Daddy got on his knees before me.
“It’s been way too long, sweetheart. I had every plan to bring you in here and fuck you, but then I saw your sweet little prick leaking all over the floor, and I couldn’t hold back. I need to taste you.”
My moan echoed off the walls of the shower as Daddy slurped at my balls, drawing my penis into his mouth with them. I used to hate how small I was, but the feel of both my erection and my balls in Daddy’s mouth was absolute heaven.
Daddy slurped and sucked on my dick and balls like it was the last meal he would ever have. It’d only been a minute or so, but the pressure in my balls was building fast. I leaned forward, my fingers threading into his hair.
“Daddy.. I- I’m-” My words were cut off with a cry as I unloaded into Daddy’s mouth. My body shook with pleasure as I continued to spill. Daddy slurped and sucked, moaning around me as he drank every drop.
Daddy stood up faster than possible, his hand stroking his hard cock as he took my mouth in a searing kiss.
Need thrummed through him as his tongue tangled with mine.
My knees nearly buckled when he moaned in my mouth, his whole body going slack against mine as he unloaded ropes of cum across my stomach.
“Fuck sweetheart. You are so damn sexy.” his voice was deep and still rough with desire. “So are you, Daddy. I love it when you suck me.”
He nuzzled my neck before trailing soft kisses till his hot breath was brushing my ear. “And I love sucking you… I just love you. All of you, always.”
Tears streamed down my face, barely noticeable as they mixed with the water from our shower. “I love you too, Daddy… forever.”
Daddy kissed my nose and reached behind me, grabbing the shampoo. “Forever, sweetheart. Now, let’s get you all clean so I can show you your surprise.”
After our shower, Daddy dried me off and dressed me in a pair of training underwear and a large t-shirt of his. I made a pouty face. “I thought we were having a little night?”
Daddy smiled at me softly, his eyes full of love but also slightly hesitant. He reached down, pulled out the egg, and handed it to me. “We are, but the surprise in the egg is something I need you in a big head space for. After you open it, I’ll dress you in a onesie and diaper.”
“Okay, Daddy… can I open it now?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” I wasn’t sure why Daddy was so nervous. It was just my dragon egg. But even so, I wanted to give him comfort, so I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Thank you for the present, Daddy. I love you.”
Daddy shook his head, smiling. “You haven’t even opened it, baby.”
I shook my head, then leveled him with a serious stare. “Doesn’t matter, you gave it to me, so I already know it’s the best present ever.”
Daddy chuckled warmly, his shoulders already looking more relaxed. “You are a treasure, sweetheart. I love you. Open it.”
Since Daddy wanted me to be big, we got dressed in his room, so I started opening the egg, placing each empty layer on the bed. When I got to the last egg, my heart sped up with excitement, and I wiggled my hips in a happy dance.
When I opened the last egg, a silver key landed on the bed. I picked it up and turned around to see Daddy looking at me with nervous anticipation. I cocked my head in a silent question.
“Sweetheart, I know we haven’t been together for very long, but every day I’ve spent with you has been the best day of my life.
Having you here the past several days has made this place feel the most home-like it’s ever felt, and the idea of waking up without you in my arms is devastating.
Would you move in with me and make this our home? ”
I clutched the key in my hand and leapt off the bed, jumping into Daddy’s arms. “Oh, Daddy, I feel the same way. I was dreading going home and being away from you. I love you so much. It does feel fast, and a tad bit overwhelming, but being here with you is everything I ever dreamed of.”
Daddy cupped the back of my head and pressed his mouth to mine. Where our kiss earlier was pure desire and need, this kiss was soft and slow. Our mouths moved lazily together, pouring every ounce of love we had into each other.
When we finally broke apart, our breaths were shallow and ragged, but we each had matching dopey grins. “I love you, sweetheart. I can’t wait to spend forever with you as your partner and Daddy.”
“I thought you asked me to move in with you… But that sounds awfully like a marriage proposal.” I smirked, feeling bold.
Daddy hummed thoughtfully and kissed my cheek. “Oh, I will definitely be giving you a ring one day… but sadly not today, sweetheart. But I don’t need a ring to know you’re it for me; we have plenty of time. This is just the beginning.”
“You’re it for me too, Daddy… Always.”