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“Thank—”

My naughty man got poop too.

“Bubbles don’t taste good, baby, but thankyou for…for the chocolate.” My naughty man frowned and didn’t say poop. “Itreally shouldn’t taste that good. I’m starting to see why it was so expensive.”

Ha.

’Spensive poop.

“Careful.” My naughty man caught me whenthe tub laughed too. “Sit on your bottom, please. I’ll make sure to take somebites also, but you have to sit down.”

Share.

Share.

Share.

Big. Big. Rewards.

Ha. Ha. Ha. My naughty man ate poop.

Chapter 14

Micha

He was going to drown because watching meeat chocolate poop was hilarious.

“On your bottom, please.” Good grief. If Ihad to explain to the paramedics why he was naked and had drowned in thebubbles, he’d kill me. “We’ll share, but only if you sit.”

Otherwise he’d fall again.

Poop was not that funny.

But maybe my drama was?

Ugh.

Okay, I could see why it was slightlyhumorous.

“Thank you.” When he was sitting anddramatically bracing his hands against the side of the tub like we were in themiddle of an earthquake, I rolled my eyes but fed us both another chocolate.“Good boy.”

His snickers were louder without the binkiein his mouth, but he didn’t lose the adorable headspace he’d found. He alsodidn’t talk except to make yummy noises and giggle. If his little side wasnonverbal, it would make sense that he hadn’t found it before.

Especially when he’d never seen that kindof little before.

Even when he didn’t use words to talk hewas very expressive, so it might’ve been keeping him bigger. The way it seemedto help his brain slow down to just focusing on one thing at a time had helpedtoo. At the moment, there were only enough thoughts to laugh at poop and holdon to his toys.

“That’s huge. What? No. I don’t want toknow.” There were about five different shapes of poop from what I could see andI had no desire to figure out which one I’d just shoved in my mouth. “See?You’re sharing.”

My doing it was better than his bubble-coveredfingers helping and that spoon jabbing my cheek.

He was a rough little helper.

But he was a happy little helper.

I had a feeling the sharing was funny butwas also related to thegood boytopic because he’d been rabidly intenton getting chocolate in my mouth too.

Thankfully, the package was only so big andwe worked our way through the poop sooner than he liked.

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