Chapter 7 #3
His head moved up and down slowly. Like he thought I was pulling his leg about this, but he also wanted it to be true.
Finn and the other boys started to whisper among themselves. I could tell they were trying to give us a moment.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
He bit his lip. My cock jerked at the move. I know, bud.
I forced myself to calm as I waited for his reply. Whatever he was thinking right now was probably right in line with mine too.
How did we get here? Is this real? What happens now?
“You’re a Daddy,” he repeated. Like maybe he still didn’t believe it.
“Sure am. And you’re Little. Which means we go together like PB&J.”
He giggled as if I’d told the funniest joke in the world. I knew part of his ease was that his Little side was in control. The minute he started to rationalize this interaction, I’d likely lose him.
That meant I needed to show him how much he mattered to me. I couldn’t hide or pretend I didn’t want more.
I was still in a position that kept me higher than him, so I dropped into a seated pose, legs crossed under me. I put my hands together and rested them in a gesture of submission.
“When they told me you were home sick, I was really worried. I even asked if they’d tell me where you were so I could check on you.” I chuckled, trying to keep my cool as I gave him bits of me. “Seeing you here, knowing you’re not alone and hurting, is the best thing ever. Do you understand?”
“Yeah. It’s happy inside.”
The baby talk was going to be the death of me. My word, how did I get so fucking lucky?
“Exactly. And I want you to be happy too. Is there anything you need from me right now? Anything that would help you stay Little? I’ll be your Daddy for a day if you want. You can call me Paxi like the other boys did back home.”
That suggestion got me a bashful grin. Rosy cheeks make him look even smaller somehow. With the added glasses, I couldn’t look away from him. Not even when the boys snuck away, giving us the space to use for ourselves.
“Paxi,” he repeats, voice soft and sweet. “I like Paxi.”
I took another risk, this time reaching out quickly to boop his nose. “And Paxi likes Grizzly.”
His blush deepened. He didn’t seem all that bothered by the touch. If anything, he enjoyed it. I fought the urge to shout how happy he’s made me.
Things are going too well. I can’t risk it by startling him.
“What does Little Grizzly like to do at these things? I’ll admit I was nervous to come. Having you here makes it better.”
He shifts forward. “You mean it? I make better.”
“Sure did. The minute I saw you when I was talking to Jake, I knew I had to come over. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me because of how badly I wanted to see you.”
Grizzly frowned then. “To talk business,” he said, voice a bit more Big.
“Yes and no. I was using business as a—” I leaned closer to whisper. “A disguise.”
He gasped, moving forward even more. We were a breath away from each other now. Touching, but not really.
“Deez-guys? Why?”
“Because I’ve pictured being your Daddy more times than I can explain. I thought maybe if we met in person, I’d either get over my feelings, or we’d see if there was more to this.”
There was a look of utter shock in his expression a second before he jumped up and ran out of the room. Eyes turned my way, each one assessing me for why their friend had taken off.
Raising my hands, I stood slowly. “I think I might have admitted too much. He’s probably overwhelmed to know how deep my infatuation goes. Can someone close to him go check? I don’t think I should.”
After that, the space turned into a bustle of activity. Several Littles rushed from the room chattering about how to cheer Grizzly up. The Daddies all flocked to me, each asking questions over one another.
It took a sharp whistle from Bellamy Bellport, a man I knew from his football legacy and his family’s involvement in the town, to get everyone to stop. He pushed his way through the group until he was in front of me.
Placing a hand on my shoulder, he said, “Guessing you two are connected outside of here?”
“He might be my new agent.”
The group nodded as if they understood. I didn’t feel judged or upset. Well, aside from worrying about Grizzly.
“Our boys will take care of settling his nerves. You need to tell us your perspective while we have a minute. Then we can plan to help you claim your boy.”
“You want to help me?” While everyone had been kind, I didn’t expect outright assistance. Maybe Southern hospitality was bigger than I thought.
Bellamy patted my shoulder. “Absolutely. Grizzly deserves to be loved just like anyone else. He’s been worried there would never be a Daddy to see who he was beneath the Big side of him.”
“But we saw how you looked at him,” grunted someone from the crowd.
Another chimed in with, “You’re exactly what he needs.”
Their words eased some of my stress. If there was any chance for me to have the man of my dreams as my Little, then I would take it. Even if it meant trusting this group of men I didn’t know personally to help me get there.
I was meant to be Grizzly’s Daddy.