Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
It took a moment for my brain to unscramble and my bearings to come back to me, but I was able to prop myself back up onto my knees. I gently eased out of Keegan, and unwrapped his hands from the death grip they held on his legs. I kissed his drawn, blanched fingers and laid down next to him, pulling his head onto my chest.
We rested in silence together as our breathing calmed. I stroked my hand up and down his back, and Keegan rested his hand on my stomach…before snorting a laugh. “I think you need a bath now, Daddy,” he teased, shaking his own white liquid from his hand.
“I’ll get something to clean us up in just a minute,” I promised. “Daddy needs a minute.” I’d seen the gates of heaven, and was still coming back down to earth.
“That’s okay, I love snuggling with you.”
“I love it too.” It wasn’t all I loved, but I was too nervous to say the words aloud. This moment was too perfect to jeopardize. Instead, I kissed his sweaty forehead and held him close.
“Daddy?”
“Hmm?”
“Once I’m all clean again, can I play some more?”
I chuckled at his impressive energy. I could go for a long cuddle and a nap, but I wouldn’t deny my boy a thing. “Of course, baby.”
Chapter Five
Ford
“Are you okay, baby?” I asked, noticing that Keegan had seemed distant or distracted for the past half an hour or so.
Before that, the weekend had been going so amazingly; playtime, spankings, bath time, and our lovemaking was only the beginning. After we settled down, Keegan played some more, and then he helped me cook dinner. He was so attentive and did everything he could to be helpful. We made spaghetti and he said it was one of the best meals he’d ever eaten. It was so cute watching him twirl and slurp his noodles.
He also helped me clean the kitchen, even when I told him he didn’t have to. But he said he was happy to do it because he was my very good boy, and I couldn’t agree more. After that, we watched a movie together, and I asked Keegan to stay over with me. Holding him close to me all night long was so incredibly special, and I could quickly become addicted.
He shocked the hell out of me this morning by waking up while I was still snoozing and preparing me breakfast. He made me eggs. It was the only dish he was confident in cooking, and he made it for me. They were the best damn eggs of my life.
After breakfast, he did his makeup and was playing with his toys when I asked if he’d like to help me prepare dinner again later. He was over the moon excited. But his enthusiasm dampened when I told him we were going to have guests - Henley and Amir - coming to join us.
At first, I worried that it was a big step; too much too soon, but he quickly waved away those concerns. He said he wanted to meet them, and would be an extra special helper to make sure dinner tasted perfect.
He did just that, stirring and layering our cheesy chicken casserole under my instruction, although I put it in the oven to keep him from harm’s way. I thought the comfort food would help everyone be relaxed, full, and happy. But now that my son and his partner would be arriving any minute, Keegan appeared a little on edge.
“I’m okay,” he answered, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes, so I wasn’t entirely convinced.
I put my hand on his back and firmly yet lovingly requested, “Talk to me.”
Keegan chewed his lip as he collected his thoughts. “I just know how much they mean to you. Henley, obviously, but also Amir; they’re both your family and…I just really, really want them to like me. I’m worried what could happen if they don’t.”
“Oh, baby.” I pulled him from where he sat beside me on the sofa onto my lap, and he instinctively curled into me, settling his face in the crook of my neck. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. They’re going to love you.”
There was more on his mind and he spilled, “Amir is a police officer, so I’m sure he’s big and strong and brave. I’m…different.” He looked down at his outfit - the skirt and flowered crop top I laundered for him the day before. “What if I’m not what he - what either of them - expect? What if I’m too much?”
It was a far cry from the ‘go find less’ attitude I loved, but I understood; it was one thing to brush off strangers, but another thing entirely when it came to people you cared about. It meant a lot that my family’s opinion mattered so much to him, but I never wanted him to question himself.