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CHAPTER 22 - Marriage Preparation
Dylan woke to find himself still snuggled between both Daddy and Uncle George who were both fast asleep. Daddy had his hand on his nappy and Uncle George’s hand was on top of Daddy’s. This was the first time in ages that Dylan was awake before anyone else, and he was scared to move. However, he realised his tummy was uncomfortable. Usually by this time in the morning, his nappy was fully used but of course, he still had the plug in from last night, so his usual movements were restricted. The plug was large, as it had to be since his bottom had been stretched quite a bit, but it wasn’t painful.
Daddy woke to find Dylan wriggling beside him, his small movements betraying a discomfort that Michael immediately understood.
‘Come here, little guy,’ Michael whispered, pulling Dylan close. ‘I know what’s wrong. Someone needs to go poopy, don’t they?’ Dylan nodded, his eyes half-closed with a mix of sleepiness and concern. ‘Well, no rest for the wicked,’ Michael added with a gentle smile.
Slipping on some underwear and a T-shirt, Michael carefully picked Dylan up, leaving George still peacefully asleep, and carried him to the nursery. As he laid Dylan down on the changing mat, he began to speak in a calm, reassuring tone.
‘We’ve got a big day ahead of us, little one,’ he said, his hands working deftly to prepare Dylan for the morning. ‘We need to finalise everything before our wedding. I know I haven’t told you much about it, but the wedding is planned for tomorrow, Saturday the 15th of September.’ Dylan’s eyes widened in surprise, a small gasp escaping his lips as the reality of it sank in.
‘And the day after,’ Michael continued with a soft smile, ‘We’ll have our special commitment ceremony with Uncle George.’ Dylan took a deep breath, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of information. It was all happening so soon, and he realised that without a sense of time, the days had crept up on him unnoticed.
As Michael continued to change Dylan, his voice remained steady, as if discussing these life-altering events were the most natural thing in the world. ‘Don’t worry, baby,’ he said, ‘I sent the invites out weeks ago, and everything is already arranged. We just have some final fittings to do today and a few special items to pick up.’
Michael finished cleaning Dylan, then paused for a moment. ‘Brace yourself,’ he warned gently before removing the very large plug with a soft pop, followed by a mess that Dylan had been holding in. ‘That was quite the plug I put in you,’ Michael chuckled, and Dylan couldn’t help but smile despite the situation.
With practiced ease, Michael cleaned up Dylan’s nappy and gently fastened a thick overnight one around him, leaving his boy in just a soft babyish T-shirt. But instead of setting him down straight away, he scooped Dylan up into his arms and rocked him slowly, holding him close as he kissed his forehead with deep, unwavering love.
When he finally carried Dylan downstairs, the playpen was ready, and Michael gently placed him inside with Billy and a handful of soft toys. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Despite the busy day ahead, Michael moved calmly and purposefully, ensuring Dylan felt safe, cherished, and settled.
While Dylan played, Michael tidied up the kitchen and got breakfast started. Soon, George appeared and greeted Michael with a warm kiss before heading straight to the playpen.
‘And how’s my little man this morning?’ he cooed, lifting Dylan high into the air and spinning him gently. Dylan giggled, his dummy bouncing between his lips as he clung to George.
Michael handed over a bottle, and George sat on the sofa with Dylan in his lap. ‘Big day ahead, sweetheart,’ he said as he fed him. ‘We’ve got your fittings today. And guess what? Uncle Simon’s going to look after you tonight, because it’s bad luck for Daddy to see you before the wedding.’
Dylan’s eyes widened. He coughed mid-sip, spilling milk down his T-shirt, and in the same moment, his nappy filled with a noisy mess, quickly followed by a heavy wetting. His cheeks flushed.
‘Oh baby, it’s alright. Just for one night,’ George reassured him, dabbing at the milk with the hem of Dylan’s shirt. ‘I know you haven’t spent a night without Daddy in ages, but you’ll still get to see him. He’ll video call you, promise.’
By late morning, Dylan was bathed and changed. George dressed him in a thick pride nappy, a dinosaur onesie, and bright red shortalls that showed the shape of his padding clearly. A little cap and rainbow-striped socks completed the look. ‘You’re the cutest boy in the world,’ George said, planting a kiss on Dylan’s nose.
Michael appeared in smart casuals and beamed at the sight of him. ‘I love it! You look perfect, baby.’ He took Dylan’s hand, guiding him to the car while George packed a little backpack with essentials.
After a short drive, they pulled up outside a discreet boutique with blacked-out rainbow windows. Dylan watched curiously as Michael opened the boot and revealed something unexpected, a large custom stroller, decorated in matching dinosaur prints.
‘Surprise,’ George grinned as he lifted Dylan into it and buckled him in. Michael added the backpack, clipped Billy to the side, and gave Dylan his dummy.
Inside the shop, Dylan’s eyes went wide. It was a nursery wonderland, adult-sized cribs, highchairs, racks of nappies, outfits in every pastel and print imaginable. There were soft toys, dummies, feeding chairs, and even playpens and bouncers big enough for him.
As they explored deeper, the tone of the items subtly shifted: latex clothing, restraint furniture, medical play stations, and elaborate changing tables built for more than hygiene. Dylan’s heart fluttered. He wasn’t sure if it was nerves or curiosity, but the feelings were intense.
Michael leaned down, brushing Dylan’s hair. ‘There’s a lot to take in, baby. But don’t worry, everything today is about making you feel special.’
Suddenly, a familiar voice called out: ‘Dylan! There’s my little lad!’ James appeared with a grin, his eyes twinkling. ‘Michael, George. Susie’s napping, so this little rascal is mine for a bit.’
‘We’ve got his suits ready, and your special ones too,’ James added. ‘Simon will pick everything up tomorrow.’
Michael crouched beside Dylan. ‘I want your outfits to fit perfectly, baby. Can you try them on for Uncle James while we go run errands?’
Dylan hesitated, then nodded.
Michael and George kissed Dylan. Goodbye gave him a friendly pat on his soggy nappy and left the shop.
James wheeled Dylan gently into a private changing suite tucked away at the back of the shop. The room was softly lit, with warm-toned walls and floor-to-ceiling mirrors on three sides, designed to help littles see themselves from every angle. It felt private and cosy, a space where Dylan could feel safe.
‘Right then, little man,’ James said warmly as he unbuckled Dylan from the stroller. ‘Let’s get started with your wedding suit, shall we? This is the outfit all your grown-up guests will see, so we want you looking like the perfect little gentleman for Daddy.’
He helped Dylan to his feet and slowly removed the red shortalls and dinosaur onesie, folding them neatly and placing them aside. Dylan stood in just his pride nappy and rainbow socks, sucking softly on his dummy as he looked around the mirrors, catching sight of his saggy padding from every angle made him blush.
James unzipped the first suit bag and carefully laid out the wedding outfit piece by piece. ‘Here we go… your formal look for the legal ceremony.’
First came the shirt, or more accurately, a custom onesie styled like a crisp, tailored dress shirt. Made from pristine white cotton, it had smart buttons down the front, neat cuffs, and even tiny embroidered initials near the collar. James helped Dylan step into it, gently pulling it up and snapping the crotch fastenings over his thick nappy. ‘There we go, looks just like a proper shirt, but no chance of it riding up on you, baby.’
Next, he added a soft tartan bowtie in shades of navy and blue. Dylan’s eyes lit up a little as James adjusted it under his chin.
The trousers were a gentle blue, smartly cut to accommodate Dylan’s nappy but without drawing too much attention. As James buttoned them at the waist, he reassured, ‘See? No bulging. You look grown-up, but Daddy’s little secret is safely tucked away.’
Then came the jacket, light blue with elegant lapels and a silky lining. But when Dylan saw the inside, he gasped: the entire inner lining was covered in a print of Thomas the Tank Engine, discreet but full of personality.
‘It’s just for you and Daddy to know about,’ James said softly. ‘And look—’ He pointed to a tiny hidden pocket, stitched over Dylan’s heart. ‘That’s for your dummy, so even when you’re being a big boy, your little side is still right there.’
James slipped the jacket onto Dylan and helped him into polished brown shoes and matching socks with soft blue stripes. When he stepped back, he smiled proudly. ‘Okay, my little gentleman. Have a look in the mirror.’
Dylan turned slowly, surrounded by mirrors on every side. He looked down at his smart trousers, then at the jacket’s sheen. His dummy bobbed softly as he stared, wide-eyed. He looked elegant. Almost adult. But that little pocket over his heart, the secret Thomas lining, and the quiet crinkle between his legs reminded him who he really was.
‘I look like… me,’ he said softly, turning again. ‘And Daddy’s going to love it, isn’t he?’
‘He’s going to cry when he sees you,’ James whispered, brushing Dylan’s hair aside. ‘You’re beautiful.’
James helped him carefully out of the suit and hung everything back up on the padded rail. Then he turned to Dylan with a smile. ‘Now… time for the really fun one.’
He opened the second garment bag with a theatrical flourish, revealing the commitment ceremony outfit, and it was a vision of pure toddler sweetness.
‘This is for your private ceremony,’ James explained. ‘This is the one just for Daddy, Daddy George, and our family the one that really shows who you are.’
First came the ivory baby shirt, soft as a whisper, with pale blue piping on the Peter Pan collar and little puffed sleeves. It buttoned up the back, and James guided Dylan’s arms through with loving care before fastening it securely. The shirt was designed to be tucked into shortalls and buttoned to them at the waistband, just like a real toddler’s outfit.
The shortalls were sky-blue corduroy, short in the leg to show off his nappy, with adorable embroidered ducklings and lambs stitched on the bib. Thick elastic gathered the waistband, keeping everything snug and babyish. James snapped the shirt into the shortalls with four visible buttons across the tummy, not to hide the outfit’s childishness, but to proudly display it.
‘Hold still, sweetheart,’ James said as he gently knelt and helped Dylan into the next layer, frilly white ankle socks with delicate lace trim, then classic white toddler sandals with buckle straps that gleamed under the soft lighting.
James added one final touch: he attached a dummy clip to his shirt, in the extra large bright blue dummy, which matched his shortalls. ‘And now… let’s see our precious little prince.’
Dylan stood in front of the mirror, breath catching as he took in the image before him, his reflection was the very picture of babyish innocence. The soft ivory shirt with its pale blue piping, the puffed sleeves, the sky-blue corduroy shortalls buttoned neatly across his tummy, the white frilly socks peeking above classic leather sandals, and the thick, unmistakable bulge of his nappy beneath it all, this was how he saw himself inside.
James stood behind him, quietly watching. ‘You look… perfect,’ he said, voice thick with emotion. ‘Like the baby boy you were always meant to be.’
Dylan turned slightly and blushed as he caught a glimpse of himself from the side. Every little movement, bending, shifting, even sucking his dummy made the nappy peek through the leg holes. It was babyish, bold, and beautiful. He lowered his gaze shyly.
‘Thank you, Uncle James,’ he whispered. ‘I love it. I really, really do.’
James stepped forward and gently rested his hand on Dylan’s nappy, giving it a light pat. ‘You’ve made me so proud today. But we need to keep this special outfit perfect for your big day, we can’t risk any dribbles or wiggly accidents before then, can we?’
Dylan nodded, still gazing at his reflection as James knelt down and began to undress him. The sandals were removed first, then the frilly socks, followed by the shortalls and shirt. James folded each piece with great care and returned them to the protective garment bag, treating every item like a precious treasure.
Now standing in just his damp nappy, Dylan felt suddenly very small again, stripped of his special look. But James smiled, ruffling his hair. ‘Let’s get you back into your play outfit for now, sweetheart. Uncle Simon will be collecting you later, and you want to look just like you did when your daddies left you, don’t you?’
From the small changing station, James fetched Dylan’s original clothes: the pride nappy was still snug, so he simply added the soft dinosaur onesie, then came the rainbow-striped socks, which James tugged up gently to just below Dylan’s knees.
He reached for the red shortalls, guiding Dylan’s legs through and fastening the shoulder straps snugly. The fabric stretched slightly over the thick nappy beneath, creating a rounded seat that crinkled sweetly with every step. Finally, James clipped Dylan’s dummy to his onesie and tucked Billy under one arm.
‘There we go. Just how Daddy left you,’ James said with a warm smile.
Instead of guiding Dylan back to the stroller, James crouched down and offered his hand. Dylan took it instantly, the reassurance of the familiar grip helping to steady his waddling steps. The crinkle of his nappy was loud in the quiet shop, and he blushed, but only a little.
They walked slowly together through the shop, past racks of babyish onesies, shelves of pastel bottles, rows of plush rattles and dummies, and towering displays of oversized nappies. Every few steps, they passed full-length mirrors, and each time Dylan glanced at his reflection. His thickly padded bottom swayed beneath the snug shortalls, his rainbow socks bobbed just above his trainers, and his dummy bounced softly in his mouth.
And each time, he smiled just a little more, proud, content, and fully himself.
James led him gently into a softly lit alcove where plush animals lined the walls. Bunnies, bears, elephants, and tigers, each one fluffier than the last. It felt like stepping into a cloud.
‘Go on, sweetheart,’ James said with a nudge. ‘Pick whichever friend you want. You’ve earned it.’
Dylan clutched Billy tightly under one arm, scanning the shelves with wide eyes. He paused at a soft grey elephant and a spotted dog, but his gaze always circled back to the same place, to the cheerful orange stripes and wide, silly grin of a cuddly Tigger perched proudly on the middle shelf.
He looked up at James with hopeful eyes. ‘That one, please. Can Tigger come home with me?’
James smiled and reached up to lift the toy down with care. He handed it to Dylan gently. ‘Of course he can, baby. I think Billy’s been waiting for a bouncy brother.’
Dylan beamed, cradling both plushies close as his dummy bobbed happily. James looked down at the boy, standing proudly in his childish outfit, his cheeks flushed and glowing.
And as they turned back through the shop, hand in hand, the two plushies nestled in Dylan’s arms, they passed one last mirror. Dylan paused, turning slightly to take in his reflection: the thick red shortalls, the dinosaur print peeking through, the dummy clipped to his chest, and the sheer joy on his face.
For the first time, without the faintest flicker of embarrassment, Dylan looked at that little boy in the mirror and whispered through his dummy, ‘That’s really me.’
As they made their way back toward the front of the shop, James gave Dylan’s hand a reassuring squeeze. ‘Alright, little one. I’ve got one last job to do, I need to wake up my baby Susie from her nap.’
He led Dylan over to a softly padded playpen tucked into the cosy corner of the shop’s reception area. It was spacious and inviting, filled with soft blocks, rattles, board books, and a scattering of colourful toys. A plush blanket lay folded in one corner, and James gently spread it out before helping Dylan step inside.
‘There we go, sweetheart,’ James said as Dylan settled down with Billy and his brand-new Tigger. ‘You’ve been such a good boy today. I want you to relax now and play quietly while I go and get Susie up. She’ll be joining you soon, and I know she will be so excited to see you.’
Dylan nodded around his dummy, hugging both teddies close to his chest as he wriggled his nappy-bottom into a comfortable spot on the blanket. The soft crinkle as he moved only made him feel more at ease, safe, snug, and exactly where he was meant to be.
James leaned over the edge of the playpen and gently ruffled Dylan’s hair. ‘Back soon, baby. Don’t go bouncing away without me.’
With that, James turned and disappeared toward the back of the shop, leaving Dylan to explore his toys and wait, surrounded by the gentle hum of nursery music and the comforting scent of baby powder in the air.
Michael and George were deep into the final wedding errands, each task fuelling the quiet anticipation that had been building for weeks. They had just confirmed the flower arrangements and walked the grounds of the wedding venue, soaking in the reality of what was about to unfold. But their next stop was the one Michael had been looking forward to the most, the jeweller’s. It wasn’t just about rings; it was about the promises each one would carry.
Michael had commissioned four bespoke bands — each one a symbol, a vow, and a declaration of their love.
His own ring was a sleek band of platinum, cool and understated on the outside but pulsing with meaning within. Etched inside, in fine script, were the words:
“Dylan and George’s Husband, Lover, and Daddy Forever.”
It was more than a title. It was a role Michael had chosen with pride and purpose, a daily reminder that he belonged to both of them, not just in law or lust, but in heart and responsibility.
George’s ring, heavier in the hand, was forged from black brushed steel, strong, striking, dependable. Inside, the matching inscription read:
“Michael and Dylan’s Husband, Lover, and Daddy Forever.”
A mirror of Michael’s vow, but uniquely George, unshakable, grounded, devoted.
For Dylan, there were two rings, because he wore two hearts.
The first, for the formal wedding ceremony, was crafted from durable titanium, chosen not for glamour but for resilience. Inside, delicately engraved, were the words:
“Michael and George’s Baby Forever.”
Not a label, but a truth, one that wrapped around Dylan like a blanket of love and certainty.
The second ring, designed for the private commitment ceremony, was altogether different. James had helped Michael source the materials, a collection of Dylan’s old Lego bricks, melted and sanded smooth, their colours swirled into a marbled, multicoloured band. It wasn’t flawless, but it was magical. The inscription? Just one word:
Childlike. Honest. Undeniably Dylan.
When they arrived at the jeweller’s and were shown the finished pieces, Michael felt his breath catch in his throat. Seeing all four rings lined up, each a promise made solid, was almost overwhelming. George stood beside him, blinking hard, his fingers brushing Michael’s in silent gratitude. They didn’t speak much in that moment. They didn’t need to.
After thanking the jeweller and tucking the velvet ring boxes securely into the inside pocket of Michael’s jacket, they made their way to their next stop: the tailor.
James had outdone himself. The suits were hanging, pressed and perfect, in the private fitting room. Both Michael and George had double-breasted morning coats in classic grey, with elegant light blue waistcoats beneath and soft pink ties that echoed the sweetness of their bond with Dylan. Matching top hats completed the ensemble, a nod to tradition, but with a glint of playful charm.
As they stepped into their suits, George turned toward the mirror and stilled.
‘It feels real now,’ he murmured, smoothing down the front of his jacket. ‘Doesn’t it?’
Michael, adjusting his cufflinks, looked over at George, his partner, his co-parent, the man who had never once let him fall. ‘It does,’ he said simply, but his voice was thick with emotion.
Then, with a mischievous grin, he stepped behind George and pinned him gently against the wall. ‘You look too good to be legal,’ he whispered against George’s ear. His hands wandered down, finding the rising heat beneath the tailored wool.
George chuckled, turning to kiss him, deep, slow, and aching with anticipation. ‘Later, Daddy,’ he teased, straightening his tie with mock discipline. ‘We’ve still got one night of bachelorhood left to enjoy.’
Reluctantly, they changed back into their regular clothes, the suits carefully zipped into garment bags and handed back to the tailor for final steaming. Outside, the evening air was beginning to cool, the sky softening into gold.
As they walked to the car, Michael glanced sideways. ‘I’m going to miss our boy tonight,’ he admitted, his voice quiet.
George reached for his hand. ‘I know. I will too.’ Then, after a pause, he added, ‘But it’s the last night we’ll be without him. After tomorrow, it’s forever.’
Michael looked up at the sky, then down at his pocket, where four small rings sat, not just symbols, but promises. And as he squeezed George’s hand and smiled, he knew one thing with absolute clarity.
Forever was exactly what he wanted.
Back at James’s store, Dylan and Susie were playing together on the soft mat in the nursery display area, surrounded by toys, plush animals, and the occasional crinkle of a shifting nappy. Susie, with her usual quiet confidence, was dressing her dollies and humming to herself, while Dylan, was now dressed just in his dinosaur-print onesie and clearly in need of a change, he was deeply absorbed in building a Lego castle, Billy perched loyally beside him.
Though their play styles were different, Susie was every inch the proud sissy baby, while Dylan’s world was filled with trains, blocks, and teddy bears, there was a quiet companionship between them. They had known each other through daycare for months now, and while Dylan didn’t always understand Susie’s love of pink frills and doll tea parties, he never judged her for it. She, in turn, never questioned his love for dinosaurs and cuddly adventures. They played comfortably side by side, in the way only true littles could.
The buzzer on the shop door sounded. James, from his perch behind the counter, pressed the release button. ‘Just customers,’ he said without looking up. Moments later, the bell chimed, and two young men stepped into the store.
Dylan’s posture immediately shifted. His body tensed slightly, and he ducked behind his bear. He wasn’t used to strangers seeing him like this, in a soaked nappy, no trousers, and clearly deep in little space. Susie, by contrast, glanced up briefly, gave a polite smile, and then went straight back to brushing her dolly’s hair as though nothing unusual had happened.
James, noticing Dylan’s sudden shyness, came around the counter and knelt down beside him. ‘You’re alright, little one,’ he said softly. ‘They’re just here to shop. This is a safe space, remember?’
The brunet who had entered first gave James a friendly nod. ‘We’re just looking for some new outfits,’ he said. His companion, a blond with spiky hair, hovered a little awkwardly behind, clearly unsure where to look.
‘Take your time,’ James replied warmly. ‘And don’t worry about the littles, Susie’s mine, and Dylan’s just spending the day with me while his daddies finish up some wedding errands.’
At the sound of his name, Dylan peeked out. The blond gasped, his eyes lighting up with recognition.
‘Oh my god, I know him! That’s Baby Dylan, from Ganymedehub. You’re the Dylan? With Daddy Michael?’ His voice was full of awe, not mockery.
Dylan blinked, startled. ‘Umm… yes?’ he replied quietly, unsure what to make of the attention.
I’m Dave,’ the blond said, crouching to his level, now clearly excited. ‘That’s my partner Steven. We’ve followed your journey for ages. You’re kind of a legend.’
James stepped in again with a smile. ‘Dylan’s here getting fitted for his wedding outfits today. Big weekend coming up.’
‘That’s so exciting,’ Dave said, eyes wide. ‘Congratulations!’ Then, glancing at Dylan’s very droopy nappy, he added with a chuckle, ‘Looks like you’re overdue for a change though, little guy.’
James laughed. ‘You’re not wrong. Actually, would you two like to help? Could be a nice way to break the ice.’
Dave looked thrilled. ‘Really? That’d be amazing.’
Steven nodded shyly, finally stepping closer. James motioned toward the aisle. ‘Go on, pick out a nappy for him. Something thick and comfy.’
As they wandered off, Dylan turned to James. ‘Uncle James… how do they know me?’
James smiled gently and handed Dylan a folded leaflet from the front counter. On the front was a stylised photo of Dylan with Michael and George, smiling, snuggled, sometimes playfully posed. ‘You know Daddy’s business, right? Ganymedehub?’
Dylan nodded slowly. He knew it existed but never paid it much attention.
‘Well, baby, you’ve become a star. People love your journey, your innocence, your little adventures with your daddies. You’re part of something really special, and you’re helping a lot of people feel seen and safe.’
Dylan stared at the leaflet. ‘I didn’t know I was famous…’
James ruffled his hair. ‘Why would you? You’re a baby. Your job is to play and be loved. Let Daddy handle the rest.’
Just then, Dave returned, grinning, holding a thick pink nappy with ruffles and tiny embroidered tiaras. ‘I thought this one would match Susie. You two look cute together.’
Susie looked up from her dolls and gave Dylan a wink. ‘Told you pink suits you, silly.’
Dylan flushed. ‘Only for today,’ he mumbled, but smiled all the same.
James laid down a clean mat and gently guided Dylan to lie back. As he untaped the sodden pride nappy, Dave and Steven watched with a kind of respectful curiosity, not mockery. Once Dylan was clean and powdered, James expertly taped up the pink nappy, its soft bulk crinkling under his touch.
‘All snug,’ he said, helping Dylan back into his dinosaur onesie. Once dressed, Dylan sat back down next to Susie, who immediately offered him a dolly to share.
‘You can be the daddy,’ she said, handing him a tiny pram.
Dylan hesitated, then giggled. ‘I could never be daddy, but I’ll still play.’
Meanwhile, Dave and Steven had finally finished their slow wander through the store, their arms full of treasures, frilly onesies, new dummies, a pack of thick nappies, and a rubber romper Steven had blushed furiously while holding.
James approached them at the counter with a knowing smile. ‘All set, boys?’
‘Absolutely,’ Dave grinned. ‘This place is incredible. I’ve followed Ganymedehub for a while but being here, seeing it all in person, it’s something else.’
Steven glanced over at Dylan, who was now happily chatting with Susie about what colours their next Lego tower should be. ‘He’s really something. You can tell how much love is around him.’
James nodded, his expression softening. ‘He is. And tomorrow, that little boy gets his fairytale.’
Dave leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice but unable to hide his excitement. ‘We’ll be watching the wedding stream. We’ve already got it bookmarked on the hub. Honestly, it means so much to see a little like him so deeply cared for. It’s more than just… you know… kink. It’s love.’
‘That’s exactly what it is,’ James replied warmly, handing over their bagged purchases.
Steven smiled shyly. ‘Tell Dylan we said congratulations, yeah?’
‘I will,’ James said. ‘He’ll be thrilled to know people are cheering for him.’
As the bell jingled overhead and the two men slipped out into the early evening light, James watched them go with a quiet satisfaction. He turned back to the nursery corner, where Dylan was sprawled comfortably on the play-mat between his plushies and his friend, totally unaware of the impact he’d made, not just on his family, but on a wider world that saw, in him, a reflection of something pure, playful, and utterly precious.
Tomorrow would be his day.
And the world would be watching.
The rest of the afternoon passed quietly, with Dylan and Susie playing peacefully together in the front of the shop. James kept a watchful eye on them both while tidying up the rails and checking the stock ahead of the big weekend. As the clock neared five, a soft buzz sounded from the front door, James pressed the release button without a second thought.
A moment later, Simon and Adam stepped inside. Simon, dressed smartly in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, gave a warm smile as he spotted Dylan in his dinosaur onesie and very soaked nappy, still cuddled up with Billy. Adam bounded over with excitement.
‘Hi Dylan!’ he grinned, waving a stuffed dog toy in greeting.
Dylan stood up slowly, clutching Billy and his new plush Tigger. His tummy fluttered with nerves. He hadn’t spent a night away from Daddy since the day they met, and now, with the wedding tomorrow, he was expected to stay somewhere else altogether.
Simon approached gently, crouching down to Dylan’s eye level. ‘Hey, little one. Are you ready for your sleepover?’
Dylan nodded hesitantly. ‘I think so… but do you think Daddy will be okay without me?’ he asked, his voice small and uncertain, his dummy bobbing slightly with each word.
There was a pause. Simon glanced over to James, who had joined them near the counter. Their eyes met, and in that brief moment, they shared a knowing smile, one filled with affection, understanding, and the quiet truth they didn’t need to say aloud. Of course Michael wouldn’t be okay. He’d be pacing, missing Dylan every second. But neither of them would let the boy worry.
Simon gently tucked a lock of hair behind Dylan’s ear. ‘He’ll be just fine, baby. He misses you already, I’m sure, but he knows you’re safe with me, and he wants tomorrow to be perfect.’
‘He’ll be okay, sweetheart,’ James added, stepping forward to give Dylan a final cuddle. ‘This is just one night. And then, after tomorrow, you’ll all be together forever. He’s so proud of you, you know.’
Dylan sniffled and nodded again, reassured, even if the ache of separation still lingered. Simon took his hand and helped him into his coat.
‘Let’s say goodbye, then,’ Simon prompted kindly.
Dylan turned back, waving gently to James. ‘Bye, Uncle James. Thank you for the outfits.’
‘You’re more than welcome, little one. You looked perfect. Now go have a lovely evening and try to get some sleep, even with Adam around!’ James winked, and Dylan giggled faintly.
With that, they headed out to the car. Once Dylan was securely strapped into the backseat next to Adam, they drove off through the early evening glow, heading for Simon’s sleek, modern house.
As they walked through the front door, Dylan was surprised at how tidy and minimalist everything was, except, that is, for the playroom. When Simon led them inside, Dylan was met with a riot of toys and clutter.
‘Sorry about the mess,’ Simon said with a grin. ‘It’s impossible to keep this room tidy with Adam around.’
The two boys spent the evening happily lost in imaginative play. Simon returned later with baby bottles and a surprise treat, pizza in the playroom. Dylan relaxed a little, the fun helping to soften the ache of being away from Michael.
But as the clock struck nine, Simon clapped his hands. ‘Alright, boys, bedtime!’
Dylan was changed first, his very wet princess nappy swapped for a fresh, thick Tykables Galactic one and matching onesie. Then Simon lifted him into Adam’s oversized crib.
‘You’ll be sharing tonight, don’t worry. There’s plenty of room,’ Simon reassured him gently.
Adam was next. His changing was efficient, but ended with a surprise: a black chastity cage clicked firmly into place.
‘This is staying on until after the wedding,’ Simon said firmly.
‘But Daddy, that’s not fair!’ Adam protested.
‘You’ll earn your freedom if you behave,’ Simon replied, locking the cage. He then taped Adam into a black nappy, dressed him in rocket ship pyjamas, and added locking mittens for good measure.
‘Can’t have wandering hands around Dylan,’ he said with a raised eyebrow, eliciting a sigh from Adam.
Simon helped Adam into the crib and lowered the locking top, securing them both safely inside.
‘Night, boys,’ Simon said softly, switching on a gentle glow from the nightlight.
Dylan curled up, holding Billy and Tigger close, his tummy still fluttering but soothed by the warm safety of the blankets and the quiet hum of the nursery. He wasn’t used to this, sleeping away from Daddy, but he reminded himself it was just one night.
Beside him, Adam turned over. ‘Hey Dylan… do you think Star Wars is better than Harry Potter?’
It was going to be a long night.
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