#oggoodie

[oh-youaresogood]

Oh no, I have horrible news to share.

I’m sorry to say, you’ve been diagnosed with a terminal case of being the cutest baby ever in the world disease.

There is no cure, I’m sorry.

Treatment plan consists of kiss attacks, cuddles and back rubs.

[oh-youaresogood]

My laptop on the coffee table, your iPad next to it.

My shoes on the rack, your slippers next to them.

My sleek work bag by the door, your colourful backpack next to it.

My mint toothpaste on the counter, your strawberry flavoured one next to it.

My bedside table has an alarm clock, and your night light is plugged in on the other side.

My current read is on my side, and your favourite bedtime story is on the other side.

My glasses rest on the counter, your spare paci sits on the other side.

A glass of water sits on my side table, your sippy cup sits on the other side.

We have throw pillows on the bed, your stuffies lined up like schoolchildren in front of them.

The little (no pun intended) ways you’re integrated into my home. Into my life.

[oh-youaresogood]

🚀💫 Space themed bath/bedtime moodboard 🚀💫

[oh-youaresogood]

“God,” you breathe out. Your eyes squeezed closed, cheeks bright and flushed. “Not quite baby,” I tell you, snapping my hips forward making us both moan. I’m halfway in and it takes all of my willpower not to force myself as deep into you as I can be.

Where I’m meant to be.

“You know who I am,” I remind you. You whine out, shaking your head making me tut at you.

“Come on baby, who am I?” I urge you, moving forward just ever so slightly so another inch of me is inside you. “Tell me whose cock is stretching out this perfect hole.”

“D-Dad.”

[oh-youaresogood]

Oh yes I know you’re a big kid, but honey…your shirt is on back to front. Let me help you fix it. Okay arms out, yep. Let’s twist it around aaaand there we go. All better.

You’re still a big kid, but sometimes you just need a little help don’t you? That’s okay little love

[oh-youaresogood]

You think?

Well that’s your problem kiddo. Little babies don’t need to think. That’s what I’m here for.

[oh-youaresogood]

And if I said jealous caregiver? What then?

Watching someone else take care of you? The one I’ve put effort into moulding into becoming my perfect mirror?

The one I’ve taught to come running at every message, every notification.

The one who sees me in their everyday life in certain stores or books or foods.

You think I write “my” in front of your name because it’s cutesy and it makes you feel good?

No. I do it because you, are mine.

Not theirs.

Mine.

[oh-youaresogood]

Hey so, can someone give me paci kisses like right now? Just bump their paci right against my lips or my cheek?

The way I give you kisses all over your face to make you giggle, can you do that to me? With your paci? While you giggle and squeal like crazy?