Page 67 of Hiding From Laughter

He thought about the answer.

Interesting.

Even the sound effects were being kept to aminimum.

The binkie stayed in, however.

And he sucked…and sucked…

Thinking was taking a while, but eventuallyhe let out a slow breath and pointed to the binkie and his onesie. I hoped thequestion was as clear as I thought it was, but I prepared for anything as Ishrugged. “In this visit, I wasn’t planning on pushing you to be little in thatkind of a situation. There are private rooms available…more normal ones withbeds or chairs…that we can have cuddle time if you’d like.”

What could we do?

“I could bring some of your stuff like abinkie or your crayons and we could play with that after the other scene.” Justwalking around with his binkie wouldn’t stand out from what I’d been able totell. “But honestly, no matter what you were wearing or doing, we wouldn’tstand out as much as you think.”

His skeptical expression was back.

“It’s a kink club, nut. There will bepeople from nearly naked and in gear to pups and subs dressed up in a varietyof ways. You in a onesie and binkie, or just with your binkie and regularclothes would not stand out.” There was no way he’d stand out.

Rocking back and forth slightly, he suckedfaster and seemed to be thinking about it. I let the mulling go for a fewseconds before I pushed again. “An easy middle ground would be regular clothesafter the scene and we relax in the main room with you sitting on the floorbeside me. You could have your quiet toy and your coloring stuff and justignore everyone else. You’d like that.”

He was pretty good at ignoring anything hedidn’t want to acknowledge, and people could easily fall into that category.

His sigh said he knew it too.

But it seemed like our conversation wasover for the moment because he flopped against me and wiggled down so his headwas resting on my shoulder. “All done?”

His hands waved in theall donesignand he relaxed even more.

“Okay.” He’d done better than I’d expected,so it was a good stopping point. The rest was up to me mostly anyway, so Irubbed his back and let him start to ignore everything again. I was atfifty-fifty when it came to guessing if he’d go back to being little or staybig, and he seemed to be at that point too.

Ashton wasn’t in any mood to move or talk,though, so he just kept sucking on his binkie. After a few minutes, his bigchange was to start petting my shirt as he cuddled, but that seemed more abouthim being fidgety than anything else.

“Do you want a bottle of milk or a sippycup of juice?” That question had him going very still and he sat up enough togive me a curious expression. “Oh, did I forget to tell you that? The UPS guycame while you were gone.”

Overnight delivery was amazing and alwayswould be.

Ashton’s eyes went wide and he patted mychest, making an excited noise. “Hmm…is my boy wondering if his new toys camein?”

His eager nod made it impossible to drag itout. “Yes. They’re here. As well as the new sippy cup I picked out and a fewthings like that.”

I even got a binkie clip to keep track ofhis quiet toy when he didn’t need it.

Excited wiggles had him sliding off my lapand grabbing my hand. The instructions were clear, so I climbed off the bed anddidn’t make him drag me. “I get it. We’ll go see them.”

Little it was…and thankfully he didn’t makeme carry him down the stairs.

He did, however, keep my hand tight in hisand made it to the living room safe and sound with only one close call. Luckilyfor him, his Daddy was fast. “The box is on the coffee table. I opened it butdidn’t get anything out because I knew you’d want to do that part.”

I also knew there’d be no way he would bepatient enough for me to open the box, so I did the slightly dangerous bitswithout my impulsive cutie’s fingers getting in the way.

Nodding enthusiastically, Ashton ploppedhimself down on the floor and waved his hands at the box. That didn’t need anytranslation so I scooped it up and placed the goodies in front of him. “Whatkind of treasures did we get?”

He snickered, knowing exactly what was inthe box and dived in to pull out the sippy cup. “Bears. Look at that.”

It was light blue with smiling little bearsall over it and Ashton was grinning ear to ear as he set it carefully down onthe table.

“I think that will make snack time easier.I’ll be able to help you have a drink while you’re watching cartoons too.” Evenwith the bottles, I wasn’t sure he was getting enough healthy liquids to makeup for his terrible habits during the week. “We’ll have to see if you want todo it by yourself or if you want my help.”

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