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.
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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.
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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.
You think?
Well that’s your problem kiddo. Little babies don’t need to think. That’s what I’m here for.
“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 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
Yeah hand holding is cute, but what if your hand is so small compared to mine that you can’t hold it properly?
I still need to keep you with me, you have a tendency to wander off you know, so you hold onto my shirt. The straps of my bag. My belt loop. Anything to keep you right where you belong, by my side.
We’ll make a calm area.
One of those floor beds maybe, with the softest blankets we can find. The plush ones you see in the shops that always catch your eye and have wandering little fingertips curious.
As many pillows as you’d like. Soft ones, hard ones, little ones, big ones. One of those long body pillows, for you to wrap yourself around.
We’ll hang little lights around the frame. Curtains so you can be on your own or invite others in.
A small speaker. A place for headphones. Little boxes for your toys and colouring in books.
We’ll make sure we find a place for everything that makes you calm and happy.