Page 40 of Hiding From Laughter

I was good when I waited for my naughty manto have a bite too.

I was really reallysupergood whenI waited for him to give me my milk.

And I was really amazing good and didn’tdrop my special spoon.

“Look at my good boy eating all his food.”My naughty man took his turn. “Do you need more or are you all done?”

Hmm.

Oh.

I waved my hands like he’d shown me.

“All done.” My naughty man beamed. “Goodjob remembering that, baby.”

I’d made him happy.

He was cute when he was happy even if hewas naughty.

Oh.

I could make him happy again.

I made the more sign and pointed to mymilk.

I got milk.

Not talking was nice because it got me whatI wanted faster.

It even got me head kisses and smiles frommy naughty man as he took his last bite and stood up from the table as he gaveme my quiet toy. “Alright. Five minutes for me to clean up the kitchen becauseI’m in control.”

I didn’t have grown-up hands, so I couldn’thelp, but I could be a good boy and sit nice. I wouldn’t wiggle too much orfall off or do anything to make him frown.

Good boys got rewards and I was my naughtyman’s bestest good boy.

Chapter 12

Micha

Little-ish.

I didn’t think he’d fully found theheadspace but he’d definitely inched closer after enjoying his bottle andgetting his new spoons.

The divider plate hadn’t done anything forhim but the spoons had been magic, and he still had a death grip on the one I’dgiven him to play with while I fed him.

“I think we should watch cartoons and colorfor a little while.” I turned back to see his head bobbing up and down as heshuffled his feet back and forth.

We’d picked out a table that was higherthan normal to make it easier for me to fit my legs under it, but the fun sideeffect was that his feet didn’t touch the ground unless he was wearing shoes.So his wiggles made him look more adorable than he realized.

“Perfect.” Then I’d get him his dessert andfeed him some chocolate poop while we relaxed. “And I haven’t forgotten howgood you’re being.”

His head was bopping side to side and hewas back to sucking on his binkie like it was trying to escape.

Ashton clearly had thoughts about beinggood but nothing he was doing gave me enough to guess what they were.

“Alright. I’m almost done.” If he wasrelaxed, I wasn’t going to worry. “Are you ready?”

Wiping my hands off, I chuckled as heraised his arms and flapped his mitt-covered hands at me. “Hmm? Is my boyasking to be picked up or is he pretending to be a monkey?”

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