his palm against my cheek as he kissed me. A lot of times I wished we had more grown-up kisses but there was something magical about the tender little pecks he gave me as often as possible.
“Do you want to tell me what you were thinking about?” Daddy teased. His hand slid down my chest as he backed me toward the bedroom. I whined when he stopped before rubbing my needy bits. “Your pupils are blown, Sammy. That makes me think you were thinking something naughty. Or that it’s something you’re scared of.”
Could it be both? If he got me what I thought it might be, it would be crazy sexy, but it also made me nervous.
My eyes darted to the vanity as soon as he turned on the bathroom light. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw a fuzzy white pair of footies. “Are those the unicorn jammies?”
I pulled my hand free and rushed across the room, squealing when I lifted the new pajamas and saw that they were the jammies with the unicorn hood. I wanted to put them on, but Daddy was like a space heater and I always wound up kicking off the blankets in the middle of the night. Those would be fun to wear when I was playing on the living room floor, but not so much for sleeping.
“Do you like them?” That was a silly question. I’d almost dropped my laptop when I found them on a site that I’d previously only been able to go to looking for stuff for the club, but now Daddy wanted me to make a wish list. “Those are for tomorrow morning. You won’t get any sleep if you’re hot and uncomfortable tonight.”
“So, what’s for—” That’s when I saw the other surprise on the counter. I picked it up with all the care one might give a live bomb. “You want this too, right, Daddy?”
“I swore to you the first night we spent together that I would be honest if there was something I wasn’t interested in trying with you,” he reminded me. “I think you’re going to be absolutely adorable in them.”
“Do I have to use it?” I’d been looking at a lot of pictures and videos with boys who did use their diapers, but I wasn’t sure yet how I felt about it. “I mean, it’s probably silly to spend the money on them if I don’t, but isn’t that sort of gross?”
Instead of taking me to the potty like he normally did, Daddy turned around and led me into the bedroom. He tossed the diaper with a cute little giraffe on the front onto the bed and stepped in front of me. Out of habit, I lifted my hands in the air so he could help me out of my big boy clothes. “I’d like it if you eventually tried using one. And no, I don’t think it’s gross or any other mean word. I think it takes a very strong little boy to use his diaper and trust Daddy to clean him up. Would you like to try it tonight and tomorrow?”
“Only until I have to go to work?” I was a little bit excited about being Daddy’s baby boy, but no way could I wear a diaper to work. I’d be distracted all night wondering if someone was going to see it, and I wouldn’t be able to use my diaper because Daddy wouldn’t be there to change me.
“Absolutely,” Daddy confirmed. “When you have to get ready for work, Daddy will put on your big boy undies like I do when you go to school.”
“Then yes, I want that.” Daddy guided me to the edge of the bed. I laid down on my back with my arms up over my head. When Daddy tapped on my hip, I lifted up so he could pull down my pants and take care of my undies. “Don’t I need to use the potty before sleepy times?”
“Do you need the potty now or do you think you can wait until later?”
I pursed my lips while I thought about it. I didn’t really need to go yet. And if I did, I might not have to pee in the morning. The only way I had any hope of trying my new diaper was if I was all sleepy and the bully voice in my head couldn’t be loud. “I’ll wait, Daddy.”
“That’s my brave boy.” The crinkling of the diaper sounded super loud as Daddy unfolded it.