Page 65 of Hiding From Laughter

I didn’t throw things or talk back or talkat all.

I wasn’t stressful.

I was cute and he liked taking care of me.

“I’m cute.” Well shoot. “And you liketaking care of me. You can’t change your mind.”

Well fuck.

I got lapped again.

“I’m not…like that anymore.” Huffing, Iglared at him. “This is unnecessary.”

Micha snorted and rolled his eyes. “Bullshit.This is where you talk to me the best, so this is where you’re going to stay.”

He was so dramatic sometimes.

“I don’t see why talking is necessary.” Wewere doing fine without it.

“And that’s why we’re going to talk.” Hisstern look had me pretending it wasn’t sexy as fuck, but I wasn’t sure it wasbelievable. “When you were taking your nap, I had time to think.”

That was always a bad sign.

“Sighing isn’t going to get you out ofthis.” His words said he was going to be stubborn, but I got a quick peck too,so he was definitely sending mixed signals. “I realized if I let thingscontinue, you were never going to accept being little or what we were doing ingeneral.”

So?

“I don’t see why that’s a bad thing.”Talking was overrated and acceptance was even worse.

Micha barked out a booming laugh andsettled back against the head of the bed. “I know. That occurred to me too.”

He’d had entirely too much time tothink…naps were clearly terrible things.

“So, I decided that instead of waiting foryou to finally make yourself sick worrying over what we were doing—whenever wegot to that point—I was just going to circumvent it and talk about thesituation now.” His look said stubbornness was setting in and I made a mentalvow to fight naps harder from that point on.

Hell, I’d go to bed at reasonable hoursgoing forward to make sure we didn’t find ourselves in this position everagain.

“I’m not even going to ask what’s goingthrough your head.” He didn’t ask but he kissed my head. “I’m going to justspell out a few things. But I remember the rules. You don’t have to talk.”

Good.

Where was my quiet toy?

He needed a visual reminder too.

Digging around under the pillows didn’thelp me, but it did prompt Micha to be helpful, and he grabbed it off thenightstand on his side of the bed. “Are you searching for buried treasure oryour quiet toy?”

“That.” Treasure might be good too. Then Icould hire someone to hold their hands over my ears as I hummed.

Shoving my quiet toy in my mouth, I glaredat him and silently told him I was ready.

“You’re so cute.” He kissed my cheek andtook his time torturing me. He even stroked his hand over my head and snuggledme tighter against his chest. “I liked cuddling with you during naptime and Iliked giving you a bottle.”

Of course he did…I was cute and he was acaretaker Dom.

Duh.

“So stubborn.” His smile just made mecrazier. “One of the things I’ve decided is that I’m not going to avoid usingthe word Daddy any longer. You don’t have to use the word or even say it. Youdon’t even have to think the word.”

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