Chapter 9
Bram
Eddie loses it the second I mention going outside to play. My boy is always eager to try new things, and this is no different.
It’s a struggle to get him into enough layers for me not to worry over his health. With this much snow, he needs all the extra insulation. He’s tiny enough as it is. His body can’t possibly produce enough heat to counteract that wind and frost.
“I can barely move my arms, Daddy,” he tells me with humor in his voice.
Nodding, I tug at the front of his coat once more. “That’s ok, Eddie Baby. I’ll do all the building. You can be the boss if you can’t help.”
His eyes light up. If there’s one thing he loves, it’s getting to coordinate and boss people around.
I usually go with the flow because I know how much he loves it.
My natural inclination is to take control, yet I don’t feel the need with him as much.
It’s somehow easier to spoil him than argue for my point.
Besides, he usually decides to do things I enjoy as well. Really, all of it is enjoyable so long as he’s happy.
“Daddy!”
I snap to attention at his shout. “Yes, baby?”
“You weren’t listening,” he replies with a pout.
Laughing, I lean forward to kiss his lips gently, then I take his gloved hands to drag him outside. He waddles behind me, the layers making it difficult for him.
When we step outside, his eyes go wide. I’d cleared enough space to get us off the porch and into the thick of it. Even with what I’d done while he ate, there’s still mountains of snow piled around us.
“How do we start?” I ponder aloud.
Rather than answer me, my boy tugs his hand free and spins in a circle. I smile as I see his Little side rise to the surface. It’s easy enough to spot with how his body relaxes and his eyes sparkle more than ever.
He’s always beautiful and fun to be around. Little Eddie is another level altogether.
“Daddy lookie!”
I’m already watching him, but he doesn’t have a clue since he’s focused on the snow around us. He stops spinning, his body teetering side to side from his obvious dizziness.
“Silly baby,” I say as I step up to stabilize him.
Before I can reach him, he tumbles back, arms wide. I nearly panic thinking he’s hurt. It’s the wide smile on his face as he disappears into the piles of snow that clues me in to things.
He’s not hurt. He’s playing.
“Oh no!” I shout. “Where did my boy go? He’s disappeared!”
Eddie giggles from where he’s fallen. It’s the sweetest sound in the entire world.
I quickly trudge over to where he’s at, eager to see him again, but also wanting to make sure the snow doesn’t seep through the layers. Unlikely, I’m sure. Still, you can never be too sure.
“Found you.” I lean over him, my body blocking the sun as it peeks through the clouds. “Let’s get out of this and get to building.”
“Otay, Daddy. Build! Build!”
After he’s back on his feet, it’s like he’s on a mission to get the snowman up as quickly as possible. He doesn’t argue with me one bit as I guide him through the process of gathering snow for each piece.
Once we have the framework in place, I decide it’s safe enough to relieve him of his scarf for the sake of our snowman. I take off my hat as well to donate to the cause.
The finished product looks like something out of a cartoon. He’s a touch lopsided, though I think my boy likes it all the more because of the imperfection.
“Swnowy is perfect, Daddy.”
I nod along with his assessment. “He sure is. And now I think it’s time we get inside to warm up. How about some hot chocolate? I saw some in the back of the cabinet earlier.”
His eyes light up as he nods. “Pwease!”
Leading him back into the cabin, I make sure he scuffs his boots at the door. I do the same, then proceed to strip away the many layers covering him. It moves much quicker coming off than it did going on.
As soon as he’s free, my boy shivers. I frown as worry seeps through me.
“Cold?” I question.
He tips his head to the side. “A little.”
“Let me start a fire then while I get the milk heated up for the cocoa. Have a seat on the couch. It won’t take long.”
Despite my words telling him what to do, I still move with him around the space with a hand on his lower back. If he were to become unsteady on his feet, I want to be there to catch him. We played a lot outside. He has to be exhausted.
I get him on the couch and under a blanket, then I turn to the fireplace.
It takes a few minutes to get the kindling to catch.
After it’s ready, I rush into the kitchen to get the milk going.
I’d told him I’d start it before the fire; however, I didn’t want him to be cold for any longer than necessary.
While gorgeous and comfortable, this cabin doesn’t have the best insulation against the cold this storm brought. Lighting the fire takes priority over a sweet treat.
A few more minutes and two mugs later I settle beside my boy on the couch. “Careful, Eddie Baby. It’s hot.”
He nods, taking the mug between his hands and blowing over the top. Part of me wishes I had a sippy cup for him to use, but I couldn’t find one insulated enough to keep his drink warm. I make a mental note to purchase some as soon as we’re back home.
“What do you say we take a nap after our drinks and then we can play inside after we wake up? Then I’ll make us a late lunch,” I glance at the clock. “Or rather an early dinner.”
My boy snorts. “Yes, pwease. Sweepy.”
“I’m sure. You played hard out there.”
We don’t talk much more as we warm up together. As soon as his eyes begin drooping, I take away his mug and place it on the coffee table.
“Nap time, baby. You’re falling asleep already.”
Eddie shakes his head. “Daddyyyyy,” he whines.
“I know. You can finish your drink later. Right now, it’s more important that you recover.”
Lifting him in my arms, I carry him to the bedroom. An idea sparks as I ease him onto the mattress. I slip my phone from my pocket and pull up the texts from Davies that spoke about the ‘special’ section of the cabin.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell the sleepy boy in my bed.
He nods, giving me a curious look. I shake my head, letting him know he has to be patient. I leave him there as I move out of the room and into the living room. There’s a bookshelf off to the side that looks completely normal at first glance.
It’s not though.
Davies's message reads “In case you need a Daddy fix, pull on the Jane Austen boxset. It will reveal a secret room.”
The second I tug on the book, the shelf before me groans and pops forward. I tug on the edge, and it swings open. Behind it, I find a small room full of treasure any Daddy or boy would love.
“Holy crap, D,” I mumble as I step inside.
Shelves line the walls with all manner of toys, accessories, and supplies needed to have the proper play experience. Immediately, I gravitate to the section labeled for diapers and pull-ups. My boy’s words about what he wants ring through my ears.
I grab exactly what I need, then tell myself I’ll come back later to explore more once we’ve napped. My boy is waiting on me. Plus, I think he might like to see the space too. I can always replace whatever we use. My friend won’t care.
Back in the bedroom, I find my boy hugging a pillow over his face. I worry for a moment he’s fallen asleep until I hear him taking a deep breath. At about that same time, I realize it’s my pillow he’s squeezing.
Oh, sweet boy.
“Eddie Baby,” I call out. He throws the pillow across the bed, his eyes wide at knowing he’s been caught.
“Daddy?”
“That’s exactly who I am. And I really like seeing how much you enjoy my scent. You were sniffing that because you missed me, weren’t you?”
He bites his lip as he slowly nods.
“I love your honesty, baby. Daddy has something to be honest with you about as well.” I pull the items I’d grabbed from behind my back and wave them in his direction. “The friend that owns this cabin has a supply of items for Daddy times. If you’re up for it, I’d like to try this with you.”
His head bobs quickly at the implication. “Yes, pwease.”
“My sweet boy is so polite.” I hum. “That deserves some spoiling.”
Tugging at his legs, I position him so he’s on the edge of the bed as I drop to my knees. This is very much like we were yesterday, only this time, it’s less about the sexual aspect and more on caring for him.
With how tall I am, it’s easier to be like this as I change him. I add a changing table — preferably a custom built one — to the list of things I’ll be getting. It’s already a mile long. What’s another thing to add if it makes our lives easier and brings my boy joy?
His pants slip off easily enough after he lifts his bottom. We repeat the process for his briefs, which then leaves him bare to me.
I marvel at him for a long moment. His length is half hard, as if it can’t decide if we should play or not. His body trembles as he waits to see what I’ll do next.
Grabbing the lotion I brought with me, I rub some between my hands before coating his skin in a heavy enough layer to create a barrier of protection.
With that done, I take the pull-up in hand and slip his feet inside.
Easing it up his legs, I split my gaze between the path of the underwear and his face.
Does he like it so far?
Is he uncomfortable?
When I reach his butt, my boy raises up with something akin to excitement. I smile seeing the look I know all too well.
“How does it feel, baby?” I ask after it’s in place.
He wiggles his bottom, which makes a crunching noise as it rubs against the bed. A giggle comes out shortly after and he nods.
“No words anymore?” I suspect I know what’s going on here. He’s slipping even more into his quiet Little space now that he’s dressed the part.
He nods again, then pats the bed. I laugh because my boy doesn’t need his voice to tell me exactly what he wants.
I strip down to my underwear, then climb in bed beside him. “Nap time,” I whisper as I press a kiss to his forehead.
My boy turns to his side, then reaches back for my arm. The second he’s got hold of me, I’m being pulled to mold against his back. It’s the exact way we slept last night.
Peace and love and warmth wrap around me. I have the most perfect boy in the whole world.