Page 65 of Their Little Helper

“There’s nothing wrong with cleanliness.” Especially with as much as Dally liked to bottom. “And I’m not going to apologize for having well-designed facilities.”

Their giggles continued as they went into the bathroom, but I ignored them as I dug my phone out of my pants and pulled up the delivery app I normally used. I’d never ordered McDonald’s on it before but I ignored the real food options and requested enough toxic chemicals to make both of them happy…dipping sauces and all.

Someone had to make organic nuggets, so figuring that out also went on my mental to-do list…talking to Hanson about food options for little Harley also went on that list.

Was there a simple way to explain a grown man that sometimes had the palate of a five-year-old?

My first thoughts as I finished up the order all made him sound like he was sometimes incredibly picky and that was not the impression I wanted to give Hanson. He was a pain in the ass, but I wanted him to like Harley, especially since I was hoping he’d be around a lot.

Oh.

I needed to figure out a way to explain the new cups and the interesting new clothes that would be popping up in the laundry.

And the toys.

I couldn’t forget the books either.

Yes, Hanson and I were going to need to have a discussion or two, but for the time being, I was going to ignore those and hope I’d ordered enough nuggets for my hungry and adorable cutie.

“I’m not going to do that.” Harley’s words were so low I didn’t hear him whispering until I got to the bathroom door. “I’ll be the Papa, not the Daddy.”

What?

Dally’s snorted-out laughter said I didn’t need to worry but it didn’t make any sense. “You don’t have to use the bidet or bottom unless you want to, baby. But it’s not scary.”

“No.” Little Harley had a stubborn side that seemed to be peeking out. “Not gonna do that.”

Oh.

“Then you don’t have to.” From the sounds I heard, Dally kissed his cheek. “There are easier ways to keep a tushy clean enough for anyone to be the Daddy. Girls can be the Daddy too. People just forget that for some reason.”

“I hadn’t thought about that.” Harley’s slightly confused tone made me wonder what was going through his head. “Can they be the Papa?”

Little Harley asked the most interesting questions.

“Yes, but you gotta potty first and just forget about the bidet. Then we’ll get in the shower, as long as I can figure out how to turn it on.” Dally started mumbling something about rich peopleand gadgets, but I just stepped back from the doorway and walked in louder.

“I have dinner ordered.” Pretending not to have heard the original conversation unless they brought it up seemed to be the best idea. “How does everyone feel about a salad to go with the nuggets and burgers?”

Harley’s head popped out of the small toilet room, mid-stream if I was reading Dally’s frustrated groan right. “Salad?”

I really should’ve made that room bigger, but I didn’t let that distract me.

I knew he ate vegetables based on how many he’d put on his sandwich at lunch, but clearly something about my suggestion had gone wrong. “Finish going potty, sweet boy. We’ll worry about dinner when you’re done.”

“Okay, Papa.” Humming to himself, Harley’s head aimed back toward the toilet and made me wonder how they were both fitting in the small room.

I hadn’t designed it for two people in mind because that wasn’t one of my kinks.

“Good boy. Yes, almost done.” Dally’s conversation jumped right back to making sure we didn’t have a firehose problem around my toilet.

Harley on the other hand was still distracted. “If I eat salad, can I be the Daddy without the funny spray?”

If he ate enough fiber would he not have to clean out his ass before he bottomed?

“Rich people make everything harder than it needs to be.” Dally sighed and I heard a kissing sound again. “We’re going to figure out your favorite way to get clean without it being stressful. But yes, eating healthy things makes…well…it makes your tushy cleaner.”

“Then I’ll eat salad, Daddy.” He sounded slightly dramatic about that but I still wasn’t sure why.

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