Page 21 of First Class Feelings

This party is very much designed for Littles. I could not be more thankful.

We gather two shovels and one bucket, along with a starfish mold.

“Alright Daddy. This is how you do it,” he tells me in a soft tone.

It's the most he's spoken all day. I can't help but follow his instructions. I will do anything to make him happy right now.

He takes the time to show me how to shovel up the sand just right. Then he has me scooping it into the bucket for him. Once it’s packed just right, he flips it over and pats it down. When he lifts it, the sand crumbles, and he frowns.

“Let Daddy help,” I say quickly, rushing to use the bucket to go get some water.

When I come back, I spread it over the sand so that it gets moist. I repeat the motion and pack it down tightly before easing the cover off. It manages to stay upright. He claps joyously.

We repeat the movement a few more times, making several different pillars, then we dig a moat around it. I scoop up morewater to fill the area. A lot of it soaks up, but eventually, we have a moat.

My boy goes about making starfish molds out of sand. He encircles the entire thing until he's done, then he throws his hands up and says, “Ta-da!”.

I clap for him, just as excited as he was before. He takes a little bow, grinning at me while holding up his fingers as if to take a picture. I pull out my phone and snap a few shots. Once I show them to him, he rubs his hands together, turns towards the sandcastles, and then dives for them. In a move I don't expect, he destroys everything. He's Godzilla taking down the city with glee.

I chuckle at his movements and how exaggerated it all is. While it isn't how he’s shown himself to be so far, I can see how it would be fun when in a Little mindset.

After he's done demolishing everything, he drops onto his back in the sand. He breathes heavily, and I snap another quick photo to remember the moment.

He's the boy of my dreams, and I can't send the universe enough thanks for sending him my way.

I realize he's far too tired to keep playing after a few minutes of him keeping still. Scooping him up, I dust off as much sand as I can before ushering him back inside.

We have a few snacks and some punch, but he still doesn't seem to be as energized.

“Do you need a nap, little one?” I ask him.

His thumb slips between his lips as he softly bobs his head. Then he leans against my body.

“Why don't you rest here. We’ll head home later? If the party wraps up sooner, I'll get you out, okay?”

I feel him nod against me. He wiggles until he's comfortable, then he’s still as can be. I take the towel I'd grabbed to dust him off with and drape it over his body. It's not as good as a blanket, but it can somewhat simulate it.

Edward passes us a little while later. He smiles and waves, sending a few men my way to chat. We talk about their careers and how they came into the Daddy lifestyle. Their boys color silently on the table surrounding the outdoor seating area where we wound up.

When it's all said and done, my boy naps for about an hour. He shyly blinks up at me and peels his thumb from between his lips after coming to.

He smacks his mouth a few times, as if it’s dry. I hand over the juice cup I’d snagged for him when the last round of waiters came by. To watch people carrying trays of apple juice cartons and bottles full of milk was an interesting sight. It only further affirmed that I was in the right place with the right people.

I kind of hate that my boy missed seeing it. But then again, everything else has been perfect. I'm sure he understands just how blessed we are to have happened upon this party, to have found these people.

“You ready to head out, little one?” I ask him whenever he finishes his carton.

He nods as he hands it over. We make our way out of the house the same way we arrived. The security guard from before gives us a friendly smile this time though.

It's only as we're buckling in the backseat of the hired car they’ve provided us that my boy starts to come to. He looks down at himself and grimaces.

“Daddy,” he says, his tone laced with panic.

I shake my head at him. “I know, little one. I'm going back in to get your clothes now. I can't believe we forgot.”

He blushes but remains seated while I shuffle back inside. Thankfully, the driver doesn't seem bothered to have a Little in a bright pink swimsuit waiting in the car.

Edward meets me right inside the front door. I laugh when I see he's got my boy’s clothes folded neatly in his hands.

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