{Emmett}
“I guess you’re right, Daddy,” he shrugged. Wesley nipped at Emmett’s jaw, “I’ll do it, okay? But it’s gotta be when it starts to get itchy, okay?”
“Sure, we can do whatever you want dove.” Emmett grinned, nodding his head slowly. “Do you wanna do it now baby, I know you said it’s itchy and I don’t want it to itch anymore.”












