Chapter Fourteen
Rowan
It was my birthday, and when Daddy asked me what I wanted for my special treat, I told him it was to spend a little day at home with him. Logistically, that meant I had to bring things to his house. It wasn’t ideal from that perspective, not when everything was at my place, but I was selfish.
I wanted my birthday not to have reminders of the laundry I hadn’t done yet, or the fact that I needed to clean out the fridge.
I had a pile of items to donate just sitting there, no closer to the drop-off than they’d been, and that meant going to Daddy’s.
It didn’t matter if he had all the same things at his place, because it was different. It wasn’t mine.
We’d been together for quite a few months now. We spent a lot of time at each other’s places, but it was still very distinctly his place and my place at this point. I was okay with that, at least for now.
Being my birthday, I didn’t mess around bringing my small backpack filled with a few items. Nope, I brought my four-wheel suitcase.
I packed multiple little outfits, not sure which he’d want me to wear.
I brought a couple of my stuffies, the magnetic blocks he bought me after we played with some at Chained, and my favorite sippies—both the ones for milk and the ones for water.
Bubble bath, my favorite book, a box of crayons…
all of it. Would most of it leave my suitcase?
Probably not. But it was better to be overprepared than underprepared.
Summit met me at the car, clearly amused at my suitcase.
When I stepped inside, his place was decorated with cats and dogs—not real but the cute little cartoon ones that I loved.
There were pillows on the couch featuring them, and a throw blanket on the floor with a basket of race cars holding it down on one side and a basket of books on the other.
Over the armchair, there was a pair of pajamas as well as a onesie featuring the cat and shorts featuring the dog.
“You did all this?” Obviously he did—who else would—yet out the question came. No one had ever done this much for me on my birthday.
“My favorite person coming into this world needs to be celebrated.”
I’d thought celebrating would be cake, maybe a present, and some low-key quiet time at home. Daddy thought otherwise, and I was there for it.
“Let’s take a tubbie and get settled in,” he said. “I just finished filling it when you got here and made it a little on the hot side, so you don’t have to worry about getting too cold.”
“Are there bubbles?”
“Of course, there are bubbles. And toys.”
Usually, we took baths at my place, just because I had all the things.
I was excited to take one at his place because his bath could fit both of us, and that was what we did.
He helped me sink into the hot water and then climbed in behind me.
He helped wash me, scrubbing my body and peppering me with kisses on my shoulders between scrubs.
His cock was hard behind me, but Summit never pushed for more, despite my own erection not being exactly hidden. He knew I was wanting to slip into little space and, if that changed, I’d let him know. That was one of the rules we agreed upon when it came to big vs little space and sexy times.
The two of us played with some diving mermaids, which were always a fan favorite for me, as well as a submarine that looked like a real one As the bubbles started to fade, I leaned back against him and closed my eyes.
“I could stay like this all day.”
“I suppose you could, but then pretty soon we’d both be cold. And if you stay too long, you’re going to miss present time.”
“You wouldn’t really let me miss present time, would you, Daddy?”
“Maybe,” he teased then scooched me forward enough to climb up and get out. “You stand here while I dry off, and then I’ll help you out.”
He came back a minute later, wearing sweatpants and a shirt that was snug enough to show off all of his muscles. Daddy was just as hot in casual wear as he was in his suits. The man didn’t have a bad look.
“Let’s get you up and out of here.”
Daddy loved tubbie time as much as I did, but for different reasons.
I enjoyed playing in the water, and he enjoyed taking care of me afterward: drying off my body, dusting me with powder, blow-drying my hair, and his favorite of all, getting me dressed.
Today, he had put me in a diaper—a cloth one with the same dog and cat pair on the buns.
It was more to make the onesie fill out than anything else.
I’d always been fascinated by diapers, and the thought of using them intrigued me, but I’d never gone past thinking about them.
I’d never had a daddy I would trust enough with something so personal before.
With Summit, I would trust him that much, and I had a feeling the day would come in the not-too-distant future when we’d be using diapers for real.
But for today, it was just something cute.
“I don’t want you catching a cold,” he said. He slipped on one slipper and then the other. When I looked down, they were the same theme. He’d gone all out.
We played in the living room. He read me stories and gave me sippy cups of chocolate milk, and we raced cars around, all normal things we did, not birthday specific.
When he put me down for my nap, he told me to be a good boy because when I woke up, it was going to be party time.
I had thought he meant that when I woke up, we’d have the cake and sing a song, but no.
I awoke to my bestie, Sammy, bouncing on the bed with a package in his hand, wearing his little clothes.
He’d come over to play before, and, when he did, Daddy didn’t play with us; we played with each other. It was a boundary Daddy and I had discussed and both agreed on and that we shared with Sammy, wanting him to have a say as well.
I didn’t see anything wrong with being poly or doing scenes with another person, if that was what someone wanted in a relationship.
It just didn’t happen to be what I wanted in mine.
Sammy was a bestie, and that was it. Since all three of us were on the same page, it was working.
Sometimes we’d even talk about when Sammy got a daddy, and all four of us would hang out together.
It was nice to have him included. So many littles found daddies and isolated themselves from their friends. I could see why; it was easy to get wrapped up in someone you loved. But I didn’t want to ever forget the other people I loved. My daddy agreed that wouldn’t be healthy for either of us.
“You’re a trickster! You said you were going to be away this weekend.”
“I’m not a trickster. I am away. I’m at your daddy’s house because he said we’re having a party.”
“Now, you two, why don’t you go play, and I’ll make lunch,” Daddy said.
It was late for lunch, but there was no point in arguing. Why did it matter what it was called? We were getting food.
I showed Sammy all my new toys, and we looked through books until Daddy called us to the table.
He had dinosaur nuggets, mac and cheese, and carrot sticks, all things I always had on hand at my house.
It wasn’t him being lazy or uncreative; he knew exactly what I liked, and he made sure I had it.
We ate off divided dishes that matched the theme and drank out of sippy cups—his, the dog, mine, the cat.
We ate too much cake and drank far too much chocolate milk as we devoured our dinosaur nuggets.
Sammy didn’t touch his carrots, and I used mine as a spoon to eat my mac and cheese.
I could see Daddy itching to tell me to use my spoon, or possibly grab the spoon to do it himself, but he didn’t, just sitting back and letting the two of us be silly.
Sammy gave his present to me. It was a pair of pajamas to replace the ones my zipper broke on. I had tried to find them everywhere and never could, and yet somehow, in the depths of eBay, he found them. I already loved them to bits.
“You’re the bestie best friend there ever did best!”
“You know that doesn’t make any sense.”
“Don’t care. Not gonna take it back. Every word of it is true.”
It was after eight when he left, and I was sad to see him go, but also happy to spend the rest of my birthday with Daddy.
“Your friend ate three pieces of cake. I hope his belly doesn’t hurt tomorrow.”
“It was practically a fruit with all those strawberries.”
“They were in syrup and covered in heavy whipped cream,” he pointed out.
I was ignoring all of that. Nutritious fruit it was.
“Are you ready for your present now?” he asked.
“I feel like I’ve been spoiled all day, Daddy.”
“As it should be, birthday boy.” He handed me a large gift bag, larger than I’d ever gotten before, but not impossibly large.
I reached in and pulled out a backpack. It was two-tone blue and definitely cuter than what I had, but that wasn’t what made it so special.
Inside, there were charms and patches and pins, all designed to help me decorate the bag and make it my own.
And they weren’t generic ones; each and every one fit something I liked or had mentioned.
“You said that you hated the way your little backpacks always fell apart. I dare you to break this one.”
“It’s so perfect.” I opened up all the packages and laid out all the pins, badges, stickers, and key chains to try to figure out how I wanted to put it all together. “Can you help me, Daddy? I want to make the perfect backpack.”
“For my perfect little boy.”
“I’m nowhere near perfect, but with a backpack this awesome, I’m pretty close, aren’t I?” I scrunched up my nose and stuck out my tongue. The first time I made that face, he laughed and laughed. Now, he just wore the smile that told me how important I was to him.
“Yes, you are, my sweet boy. And if you want to see just how much I mean it, open the front zipper pouch.”
Inside were folded pieces of paper. I opened the first one. It said, Uses so many emojis I can’t help but smile, even when I’m in important meetings. I pulled out the second one. Makes the world’s best scrambled eggs.
“What is this?”
“I took 100 pieces of paper and wrote something I liked about you on every one.”
“There are 100 pieces of paper in here?”
“No. I ran out of paper before I ran out of ideas. There are 200. But then I didn’t have any more notepads, so I’m just going to have to refill it from time to time.”
I pulled out three more before tears fell from my eyes. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for seeing me like this.”
“By ‘like this,’ you mean exactly how you are? Because there’s not a single lie on these papers. And if I had more notepads, I would have filled them out too. Happy birthday, my sweet boy.”
I climbed onto his lap and snuggled in close. “Thank you, Daddy. This is the best birthday ever.”