Chapter 8
Eddie
My bladder wakes me from a dead sleep, telling me I had far too much milk before bed. I wonder for a second why I didn’t get up in the middle of the night to go potty.
It’s then I feel an arm tighten around me.
Oh, that would be why.
Daddy’s firmly locked around me, his body molded to mine, with a leg between mine and his ankle hooked over my calf. He clearly didn’t want me to sneak away in the middle of the night. Not even for a bathroom break.
I giggle as I try to wiggle free. The more I move, the tighter he squeezes me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in a groggy voice after my third attempt.
“Potty!”
He huffs, though he lets me free. “Come right back to bed, baby. I want more cuddles.”
Blushing, I nod as I scoot across the mattress to rush into the attached bathroom. The second I’m inside, I relieve myself with a loud sigh. I can hear Daddy chuckle through the open doorway.
It makes me smile to hear him so happy. He hasn’t been like that in a while.
Remembering what he said, I realize I was the cause all along. His feelings for me had him torn in two just like I was. How silly we were.
After cleaning my hands and tucking myself away in my briefs, I skip back into the bedroom. Daddy is hugging my pillow, his breaths deep as if he’s trying to take in my scent while I was away. I smile at how much I like this new version of him.
“I’m back,” I announce as I step up to the side of the bed.
He releases the pillow in an instant. “Need you, Eddie Baby.”
Diving under the sheet he lifts, I press my body up against his as close as possible. I don’t want there to be an ounce of space between us.
“Missed you,” he tells me as he presses a kiss to my forehead.
I sigh. “Only went potty.”
“You were too far away. Next time, I may have to go with you.”
Everything in me lights up at that idea. I’m not sure where the desire comes from. Or maybe I do.
I’ve always liked the idea of a Daddy who would take care of everything for me. And by everything, I do mean every-single-thing. It bothers some people to be that vulnerable, but not me. Not when it comes to Bram.
He already knows me so well. I trust him more than I have anyone else.
“You like that idea, don’t you?”
I nod, burying my face in his chest. His cologne is faint where I press my nose. There’s more of his natural scent there, and I feel my cock harden as I gulp it down. How is it he smells so good?
“Eddie, baby,” he calls out. When I don’t reply, he places his fingers under my chin. “We’ve got to talk about this. You can’t hide in my chest right now.”
I pout. “Smell good, Daddy.”
His smile has me aching for more than sniffing him. I lick my lips as I picture myself returning the favor of what he did yesterday. That unexpected blowjob outside was better than anything I’ve ever experienced. Getting to do the same to him, preferably inside, sounds like a dream.
“I understand you like my smell, but Daddy needs to know what you are and aren’t ok with. Can you answer a few questions for me?”
Rolling my eyes, I nod. He pinches my chin to get my attention.
“Enough of that. Put that brat part of you aside for a few minutes. I need you to focus.”
“Ok, Daddy,” I reply, serious as I ever get.
His gaze holds mine for a moment before he accepts my reply.
“While I know you’re Little, we’ve never taken things beyond me being your friend.
As far as how Little you like to be, what would you say your age range is?
Are we talking pull-ups and diapers or more toddler, potty-trained era?
I’ll admit I’ve avoided learning this information because it felt too much like a temptation for something I couldn’t have. ”
I fight against the urge to turn away. He’s asking everything he should. It’s just a lot all at once.
Taking a deep breath, I channel all the courage I can to tell him the truth. “Pull-ups and sippies, please.”
“Good boy.” His response is instant. “Thank you for telling me. Do you like to use your pull-ups while you wear them?”
I nod slowly. “Sometimes.”
“Understood. I’ll be sure to get everything needed for a proper changing area in the house for when you’re staying over.”
“Staying over?”
“Well, yeah. I expect my baby needs to have some nights cuddling with Daddy. Or maybe it’s more that I need to hold you in order to rest peacefully. Last night… fuck, Eddie Baby. Last night meant the world to me. It was more than what happened sexually.”
I blink at him, shocked by the intensity of his words.
He continues, “And sleeping with you in my arms felt right. So right. I need more of that. If I could have it every night I would, but I know that’s probably too soon.”
Shaking my head, I rise to position myself on his chest. His hand falls away from my chin. He shifts it around my back as his brows rise.
“Not too soon. I want that, Daddy. Want you.”
“Then you’ll have me. You’ve always been welcome in my home. I’d love to have you there even more. Moving in might be too soon —”
“Nope. Move. Me, move.”
I feel myself regressing deeper as he tells me I’ll be able to live with him full-time. As much as I love my place, it’s not nearly as comfy as Daddy’s home.
It’s the way he’s made so much of it to my liking that really helps me settle there. I never have to wonder if he’s ok with me bringing toys or stuffies over. If I regress to the point of needing help with cooking or cleaning up, he never complains.
Like now, my mind is drifting to that special place where everything becomes easier. Well, easier because I don’t have to think.
“Should I have movers start working on getting your stuff into my house, then? I can make a call now and it’ll be done by the time we get back,” he suggests.
I nod quickly, a big smile lighting up my face at the idea of going straight home with him. To others, it might seem early on for this type of decision. For us, it’s been far too long.
Years.
It’s been years of loving him and not getting to call him Daddy.
I won’t waste any more time because of what people might think. Especially not if Daddy wants it too.
My tummy rumbles loudly in the quiet room. Daddy chuckles, then pulls me lower, making me groan as I land right on top of his hard length.
Visions of me in this position, only with much less clothing on, flies through my mind. It pulls me from my Little thoughts enough to have me grinding against him.
“None of that, Eddie Baby. I need to feed you.”
I lick my lips. “Feed me?”
He taps my butt. It’s less a spanking and more a reminder to focus.
“Food. I need to feed you food. Not me.”
“But Daddy!!” I whine as he raises up, lifting me in the process. I wrap around him, not wanting to separate just yet.
We’re both in our underwear, and while I’d love to stay that way, it’s much cooler in here than in the warmth of the bed. When I shiver, Daddy shakes his head.
“Let’s get dressed, then I’ll sit you on the counter beside me while I cook us something.”
I nod, gripping him tighter as he walks us over to the closet. He’d grabbed my bag from the car last night and put it in here.
Once we’re in the space, we layer on some sweats and hoodies before he lifts me again to head into the kitchen. I smile against his shoulder as we go. If he keeps carrying me around like a baby, I’m going to forget how to walk.
Not that I’m complaining.
I love it.
I’m so distracted by my own thoughts I don’t realize something is wrong until we stop moving. Leaning back, I look at Daddy’s face. His eyes are wide and trained on the windows facing the front.
As soon as I turn, I see what he does; snow so high we can’t see anything else. It’s literally a wall of white at the edge of the porch, with a good amount on it.
“Ummmm… are we buried?”
Daddy shakes his head, then nods. “I’m not sure. Can I sit you on the couch, Eddie Baby? I need to check on this. It’s worse than I expected.”
Nodding quickly, I let him drop me in the spot, then I spin to be able to see him. He slips on his boots, jacket, hat, and gloves before tugging the door open.
“Ok, it’s not as bad as it looks. I think a lot must have fallen off the roof.” He steps out onto the porch, which makes me lean over to get a better view.
From what I see, it doesn’t look all that good. There’s more snow here than I’ve seen in real life. We’ve been all over, yet usually we’re in a hotel or something instead of on the ground where the snow piles up.
“I can make it to the truck, though it’s buried up over the wheels,” he tells me when he comes back in. “We’ll definitely be here for a few days longer than planned. I’ll need to tell Davies and make plans to keep our food rations supplied.”
“Ok, Daddy. How I help?”
As I move to stand, he shakes his head. “You don’t have to do anything, baby. I can still take care of it all. You just need to relax while I work. Would you like to watch TV, or do you want to color?”
Neither.
I want to be wrapped around him like I was earlier. I want to do like he said we would, with me beside him as he cooks for me.
When I don’t answer, he comes to stand in front of me. Squatting down, he positions himself to hover over me.
“What’s wrong? Tell Daddy what you need, and I’ll make it happen.” He presses a kiss to my nose. I giggle at the touch.
“Help feed,” I tell him as I point to the kitchen.
His expression turns understanding. “Ah, I see. My boy wants to stick to the plan. We can do that. Come on then.”
With some adjusting, he gets me in his arms and over to the kitchen counter. I sit watching him as he starts getting everything he needs to feed me. I don’t even pay attention to what it is. I trust him to know what I want.
That’s the good thing about falling for your best friend. He already knows so much about me. It’s how I know he’s the best person to fill the role as Daddy in my Little life.
When he puts a plate in front of me a few minutes later, I can’t help but smile. The pancakes with silly faces made from chocolate chips are delicious and cute.
“Thank you, Daddy!”
“You’re welcome, baby. Eat up. After breakfast, I figured we could go play in the snow for a bit since there’s so much. How do you feel about building a snowman with me?”
Instead of answering, I pick up a pancake and shove it in my mouth. I chew quickly, excited to get playtime with Daddy like this.
Best surprise Christmas vacation ever!