Chapter 21
Levi
“No, the size of his member or his aura was not the reason he’s called Alexander the Great.” That was ridiculous and so was the way she’d made me figure out so many polite ways to say penis.
“But I read—”
“Dear?” Teddy’s dad seemed to have had enough of the dick talk too because he finally interrupted her before she could tell us about something else she’d read.
Something else wrong she’d read.
How were there so many weird and inappropriate books and documentaries on historical figures?
We had better things to do as a society than wonder about everybody’s kinks and sexuality.
“Did you ever return those emails you said had to be done by tonight?” Teddy’s parents both looked like Christmas hippies, but James looked slightly more normal in just a brightly colored sweater.
He also seemed more normal because he was really good at managing his wife.
“Didn’t you say your accountant was having a cow about something? ”
Amazing.
She blinked and all of a sudden she was in a different mode altogether.
It was kind of like watching Teddy switch between grown-up and little, but this was about being a pain in the butt and being a business woman.
“Yes, she’s very easily worked up, though.
I’m thinking about changing her gift and sending her to the next wellness retreat instead. ”
She was going to give her accountant a trip to what seemed to be a thousand-dollar-a-night wellness retreat because she was stressed?
“She’s always jumping around and her emails are getting erratic.” Shaking her head, Melody stood and wandered off toward what I assumed was her office, Christmas skirt swaying and bare feet sticking out the bottom. “Thank you for reminding me about that, sweetheart.”
Teddy and his dad both deflated back into their seats when she went down a long haul and we finally heard a door shut. Teddy looked exhausted and ready to sink into being little, but we’d been going since we got there, so I didn’t blame him.
Just the half-finished tour and forced march around the property had me ready for a break, but then we’d gone straight into dinner and talks about everything from their retreat to their relief that I’d finally gotten my head out of my ass.
James had done his best to try to get Melody to say it more politely but even a reminder about her aura hadn’t gotten her to be more careful about the way she’d said it.
Teddy had just been alternating between trying not to laugh and wanting to hide under the table, but I’d just done my best to pretend it was all perfectly normal.
I’d done a pretty good job but I was ready for the day to be done.
Thankfully, James seemed to be on that side as well. “Well, at least it wasn’t about your lack of a sex life?”
They were so weird.
Teddy finally gave up and sank lower in the chair as he covered his face with his hands. “Please. Don’t help.”
His dad flashed a grin that said he was enjoying the chaos but it was gone before Teddy could see.
I was going to like him better than I’d expected, but for the time being it was time to save my boy. “Being careful of his energy and keeping his aura bright are more important.”
As his dad nearly laughed, I stood up and went over to save Teddy. “Come on. Let’s go.”
I smiled at James and gave him a nod. “It was wonderful to meet you but we’re going to turn in for the night.”
There were only so many history documentaries that even I could watch, but I appreciated them trying to find something we’d all enjoy. I just wished it hadn’t come with a side of dirty romance and penis discussions.
“We’re glad you came for Christmas even if we show it in odd ways, and we’re glad you two are…figuring out how your relationship is going to work.” James’ careful wording had Teddy groaning again and crashing into me as he rose.
James had a wicked way of entertaining himself, but he was all smiles as he headed toward the stairs. “I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast. About nine probably.”
“Alright. Thanks.” Wrapping my arms around my drama queen, I lowered my voice and whispered in his ear. “Want to go raid the pantry before we head upstairs, Chipmunk?”
That got a quiet giggle out of him as he nodded against my shoulder. “Yes, Daddy.”
Yep, he needed time to decompress from his family and the cookies that he’d subtly pointed out earlier were a good start.
“Then you just pretend to be my big boy for a few more minutes and then we’ll go relax.” It was time for cookies and cartoons and cute pajamas. The three Cs of being little. “Ready?”
He straightened, giving his head one decisive jerk as he did his pretending to be a grown-up routine. “Ready.”
Chipmunk wanted to say Daddy badly but he held himself back. Taking his hand, I kissed the side of his head. “Good.”
His family would’ve thought it weirder if I’d let him walk by himself, so I didn’t worry about holding him close to me as we snuck into the kitchen and grabbed the Oreos that might’ve been the only junk food in the entire house.
Even the carrot cake we’d been served at dinner had tasted…healthy.
It wasn’t bad but she’d been honest when she said it was sugar free. I had a feeling she’d left out a few more words to describe it, but I was looking forward to the cookies and Teddy knew it based on how hard he was having to work to hold back his giggles.
He managed to do a good job until we got back to his room, but as soon as the door was locked, they escaped. “They’re mine. She. I.”
Collapsing on the floor, he laughed and spread out like a snow angel. “I get Oreos.”
Ah.
The cookies were his.
“Does Miss Macy keep cookies here just for you?” That got his giggles going again but didn’t make him any bigger. He just nodded and giggled, looking relieved and ready to do anything to keep from having to be big. “I’m glad. They look good.”
Since it didn’t look like he was going to get off the floor anytime soon, I sat down beside him and made sure the cookies were in easy reach. “How about a bubble bath before we watch cartoons?”
I was glad I’d thoroughly packed when he sprang up and wiggled between my legs. “Bubbles?”
“Yep.” Giving him a quick peck, I nodded and smiled back at my excited boy. “I have bubbles and a few toys.”
“Daddy toy too?” He thought that made perfect sense as he quickly stood and grabbed my hands. “Come on, Daddy.”
Ugh.
I was too old for this up and down nonsense.
“Do you have something to show me?” I’d gotten a quick peek at his room earlier when we’d brought up our suitcases but the only thing that had stuck out at the time was how far away from his parents’ room it was.
That was perfect.
“Yes.” Getting even more excited, he giggled as I groaned and got up off the floor. “Silly Daddy.”
“Old Daddy. I’m ancient.” Hunching over, I pretended to be an old man as I slowly hobbled after him instead of running like he wanted. “Oh…slow down whippersnapper.”
That had the giggles coming back in full force but it gave me time to take in the large room as we made our way to his bathroom. It was so different than the rest of the house, it was almost like it was a guest room no one ever used.
Where the rest of the house was filled with warm colors and things like crystals and candles literally on every surface, Teddy’s room was plain and there wasn’t a sign of Chipmunk anywhere. But with a housekeeper and a nosy mother, I could understand why he kept that as private as he could.
We were definitely going to need a playroom that locked.
“Daddy got bubbles?” As he bounced into the bathroom, he looked around and pointed to the bottles in the shower that looked like shampoo and bodywash. “I got ’poo.”
My dry expression and raised eyebrow got more laughter from him. “I got ’poo.”
And that was hilarious.
“Yes, I brought bubble bath and no ’poo will be necessary.” That had him laughing so hard he sat on the edge of the tub that was big enough for a whole fleet of bubbles to go sailing in it. “Is this the kind of tub we need in our house?”
He nodded and patted the tub, laughter forgotten with the distraction. “Yes. Share.”
It was certainly sharing sized.
“Alright, bubbles and toys and then cookies and cartoons.” It was definitely going to be more relaxing than our afternoon had been so far, even if it’d gone fairly well. “Sound like a plan?”
“Yes.” Hopping up, he threw his arms around me and gave me a smacky kiss on the cheek. “Cuddles too.”
That made me chuckle. “You had to sit far away tonight. I’m not used to that.”
He was always nearly on top of me, so sitting that far apart had been odd. Chipmunk agreed based on his dramatic groan and the way he collapsed into me. “Far, Daddy. No. No. No.”
“We’ll get lots of cuddling tonight.” And I’d do better at making sure we got alone time in the afternoon at some point too. “How about we tell them we need to meditate or something that sounds more grown-up than taking a nap? But we’ll cuddle and take a nap.”
His excited sound and the hug I got said he approved even before he gave me words and another cheek kiss. “Naps. Yes, Daddy. Naps.”
With that decision out of the way and a happy boy in my arms, I kissed his nose and gave him a quick hug. “Alright, naps tomorrow and bubbles now. Let me go get your stuff.”
“Yay.” He started bouncing around the small room again as soon as I released him, fully little and ready for toys and bubbles. “Bath and bubbles and cookies, oh my.”
As he started singing that on repeat, I went back into the bedroom shaking my head. “There’s nothing scary about cookies.”
That kept the song going even longer but it also got laughter mixed in which made it sound even more ridiculous.
“If the bubbles are scary, I’ve done something wrong.” As more laughter filled the bathroom and echoed out into his bedroom, I opened my suitcase and dug out the smaller bag I’d carefully locked. It would’ve gotten me flagged going through the airport, but for a trip home it worked perfectly.
“Oh.” Chipmunk’s awed tone had me looking up from where I was rolling the numbers on the lock to release it and I laughed as he ran over, already naked and ready to get in the tub. “My stuff?”
“Yes, locked up tight.” So he would have as much privacy as I could give him. “I’ve got pajamas and your coloring books too.”
I couldn’t bring everything on this trip, but I’d figure out a better system for the next one.
“I’m special, Daddy.” Being special got me more kisses and a very happy boy who was bouncing around with a half-hard cock who couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to play or not. “Bubble time and jammies.”
“That’s right.” Pulling out jammies and training pants to go with the bathtime goodies, I piled everything up. “Let’s go. Have fun.”
“Yes. Fun.” Bunny hopping to the bathroom got more laughter from him but that was because his front tail kept bouncing too. “Fun.”
I was just shaking my head and trying not to laugh as I turned on the water, but his excitement was too infectious. “Hmm…funny boy maybe.”
Snickering, he rocked his hips side to side. “Funny tail.”
I rolled my eyes and snorted to get more laughter from him as I poured in the bubble bath. “Don’t tails go on the back?”
“Pup tails go on the back.” He waved his around a few more times. “Boy tails are on the front, Daddy.”
“Ah, my mistake.” Getting everything ready and making sure his towel was in easy reach, I got just distracted enough that I had no idea what he was doing when he sprang up behind me and started pulling up my shirt. “What?”
Trying to turn around wasn’t as easy as it should’ve been because he was a stubborn little gremlin who was dead set on getting me naked. “What are you doing, Chipmunk?”
When I could finally see his face, his expression said he thought I was an idiot. “Bathtime, Daddy. I’m your helper.”
Oh.
Oh.
Well, we had talked about Daddy getting in the tub if it’d been big enough…and this one was big enough. “Are you sharing your bubbles with me?”
“Yes.” Clearly glad I wasn’t as dumb as I looked, he smiled and kissed my cheek. “Good boy, Daddy.”
I knew my job and rolled my eyes. “Good Daddy, Chipmunk.”
And the giggles were back, but they weren’t distracting enough to keep him from his goal…getting me ready for the tub.
My dick couldn’t decide how excited he was supposed to be for this development and Chipmunk’s snickers and not-so-subtle glances weren’t helping my confused cock. “Bubble time. Playtime. Daddy time.”
That wasn’t nearly as clarifying as he seemed to think it was.