Chapter Six
“Mountainville?”
Dylan nearly yelled the town’s name. He looked around quickly to make sure no one had overheard him. Of course, the chances of anyone in that restaurant knowing what Mountainville even was were pretty slim. And if they did know, that meant they were kindred spirits. So, there really wasn’t a need to worry.
But still. He spent so much of his time warring against and trying to conceal his Little nature that it felt strange to be talking about it so openly right now.
Even with the love of his life, Teagan.
“Mountainville,” she said calmly and with a smile.
They were sitting in a big chain restaurant that was decorated like an old country store, complete with wooden walls, barrels with checker boards atop them, and comfortable rocking chairs. They were at a table toward the back. There were folks around them, but as loud as it was in the big, open-air room, no one could hear their conversation.
Dylan had stopped eating his French toast at the mention of Mountainville. He was lucky he hadn’t spit out the bite that had been in his mouth, he thought. It had been close. He was quite shocked.
“I looked at the website. It looks fun. I read some Littles’ forums, too. Everyone who’s been there gives it rave reviews,” Teagan said.
Dylan was shocked yet again. “You were on Littles’ forums?” he said.
“Yeah. What?”
He shook his head. “I just didn’t think…I mean, I know it’s not your thing. It’s my thing.”
Teagan hadn’t even known what Age Play or Littles were until Dylan had confessed his true nature to her. She never balked at it, though. Quite the opposite. She was eager to help him explore that side of himself.
Could it be she had a true Mommy’s heart?
More than likely, he told himself, she was just doing all this for him. Still, he appreciated the gesture.
“I don’t know,” he said. He took a drink of milk, giving him a few extra seconds to form his words. “You know, I kind of need to…stay away…from all that stuff.” He looked bashful as he whispered, “Little stuff.”
“Honey,” she said, her tone patient. “We’ve been over this. You are who you are and that’s okay. It doesn’t make you any less capable.”
He thought of arguing, but simply nodded and took another drink before placing the glass of milk back on the table.
He wanted to tell her that he was going to finally shake that Little nature once and for all, but even sitting there, he kept thinking that he wished that milk was in a sippy cup.
He would never shake that Little nature and he knew it. He’d tried too many times over the years. It always came back. Sometimes even stronger than it had been.
“So you’re just saying we spend Thanksgiving in Mountainville?” he said.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I called and talked to the marshal. I think his name is Dax. Dax Trevor. He said they have a big community feast. Half the town shows up. And this year they’re going to have some kind of football game, too. It sounds fun.”
“You already called?” he said.
He’d nearly spit out that bite of French toast, too. He choked it down, though.
“Yep. And I really think we should do this. They have plenty of rental houses available. You know how it is. Both our families are back in Michigan. We won’t see them until Christmas. It would be nice to spend Thanksgiving with people instead of alone.”
She had a point there.
But Mountainville? That was the last place he needed to be if he was going to shake all these Little habits.
He eyed the milk again.
He sure wished it was in a sippy cup.
Yeah, there was no shaking his Little nature.
“I guess it would be kind of nice,” he muttered, more to himself than her.
Teagan ran with it. “Yay!” she said with a giggle. “Trust me, honey.
“You won’t regret this!”