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the binkie, but he didn’t say anything that I could respond to. Wrapping his arm around the colorful bear as he stood, he slowly dragged his feet walking toward the bathroom. I had a flashback to Destin doing a very similar walk when he didn’t want to go to bed, so I had to fight back a smile.

I really should’ve connected the dots on several things much earlier.

However, since up until Destin my life had not revolved around kinks, I gave myself some slack.

When we’d both finished in the bathroom and Morgan finally made it to his bed, I watched as he and the bear curled under the covers.

“Good night.” To my own ears I sounded stilted, but he smiled.

“Night.” Turning off the light as he closed his eyes, I shut his door and went to my room. As I stretched out on my bed, it felt like I’d run a marathon.

Everything had gone fine and Morgan had gotten caught up on his work, so I wasn’t sure why it felt like there was so much whirling in my head. As I forced my brain to relax, I took a deep breath and focused on everything that had gone well. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep to the image of a sleepy Morgan in train footie pajamas stretched out on the living room floor.

Chapter 10

Morgan

I knew I wasn’t quite big again as I peeked around my door and toward the living room, but I really didn’t want to be. Grown-up Morgan would have to do real things, but little Morgan might be able to talk Leon into making pancakes.

He’d find a sneaky way to make them healthy, but with syrup that wouldn’t matter.

Leon had been doing something in his room earlier when I’d gone to the bathroom and then back to bed for a few more minutes, but now he was in the living room. He’d been remarkably relaxed with me being little last night, so there was nothing to worry about now…but it was just so different.

I’d never been little around anyone else, and even taking some time to really think about it hadn’t helped. I was nervous, and I kept thinking about all the reasons it was a bad idea, but then there was Leon.

He’d told me to go to bed last night.

He’d bribed me with dessert to get a shower without complaining.

He’d said we were going to make a chore chart and a place for my toys in the living room.

Leon didn’t seem to have any problem with it, but I wasn’t sure why. He’d even talked about diapers like they were just another piece of clothing I might have lying around. He should’ve gotten a bit weirded out with that one. Right?

It probably didn’t matter because I’d never bought any, but I couldn’t help wondering why he was so relaxed and why the intimate stuff didn’t bother him.

“Stop lurking in the hallway.” Leon’s voice coming down the hallway made me giggle. “If you want breakfast, come talk to me. Bring your binkie and the bear if you want, but they’ll have to stay on the couch while you eat.”

Giggling again over the totally Daddy comment, I ran back to the bed and grabbed both before heading out to the living room. Leon looked up from the book he was reading and gave me a smile that almost looked like he was proud of me.

Setting the book down on the couch, he leaned back again. “So are you going to pick out your breakfast or do you want me to?”

Since I had my binkie in my mouth, I pointed to him. Leon chuckled, nodding as he climbed off the couch. “Very good option.”

I giggled around the binkie because he was seriously praising me for letting him feed me. He was so funny. Leon just shook his head as he went into the kitchen. “Do you have any ideas for breakfast? I have eggs and oatmeal and—”

As soon as I started shaking my head he stopped and raised one eyebrow. Taking out my binkie, I gave him my best sweet-and-innocent look. “Pancakes?”

His mouth pulled together in a thinking face, but he nodded after a few seconds. “I think that will be fine. But you’re not going to drown it in syrup.”

Hmm.

“Yes, Sir.” We both stopped for a second before he just nodded and went on like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Destin must have fried his brain the first year they met for all of