Page 66 of Their Little Helper

I couldn’t decide how to ask either, so I just smiled as Harley wiggled out of the toilet room, somehow nearly knocking Dally into the bidet.

“Fucking hell.”

“Oops. Sorry, Daddy.”

Keeping a straight face made me the best Dom in the entire world.

“It’s okay. I didn’t think about that room needing to be big enough for two people.” I’d been thinking of saving space because how much room did anyone need to piss?

Clearly I should’ve used my imagination a bit better.

“I’m fine.” Dally technically sounded fine but he’d gone back to muttering about rich people again.

“Let’s wash your hands, sweetie.” I wasn’t sure how much help Dally had been but it seemed like a good idea either way. “Then we’ll get the water on.”

Nodding, Harley walked over to the sink and held his hands out for me. “Daddy’s sticky.”

Considering he’d shut the door to the small room, I was guessing I understood what sticky meant in that particular context. “But he had fun, so it’s okay to be messy.”

I’d never had a conversation like it before, but I understood why little Harley was the one to approach the situation.

“But if you want to be the Daddy and don’t want to get sticky, I’ll just wear…” Fuck it all. “I’ll wear a condom and that will help the sticky situation.”

That got a giggle from Harley but he didn’t lose the headspace he’d sunk into. “It’s a situation.”

“Damned right.” Dally’s helpful commentary wasn’t as helpful as he thought it was. “But I like being messy.”

Just not sticky.

I was going to end up having the most interesting conversations with them.

“But the point you need to remember is that no one does anything that they don’t want to.” Running my hand over his head, I smiled when he giggled. “When it comes to things related to stickies and bed games.”

That got an adorable snicker from Harley but he didn’t seem to be worried about it any longer. “Limits. I ’member.”

“That’s right.” Turning on both shower heads since we’d need the space, I gave Harley a quick peck as I waited for the water to warm up. “Limits can be for all kinds of things and we’ll figure out new ones as we go on.”

I thought we’d made progress on figuring out new ones with the admission that Harley wanted tobe the Daddyas he put it.

Shrugging, Harley was more focused on the water than the topic of our conversation. “I like new things just not new potty things.”

No bidet.

Got it.

“That’s fine.” I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to offer to show him how to use it or not, so I just focused on easier parts of the evening. “But what isn’t fine is that I only have two shower heads. Will we do one for Daddy and one for Papa and then Harley goes back and forth?”

That got another happy sound from him and he nodded. “I get two ’cause I’m special.”

“You are very special.” And special boys got kisses so I gave him another peck on the cheek. “Let’s get the special boy all clean so we’re ready for nuggets.”

Harley nodded but scrunched up his face. “And salad.”

He really didn’t like the bidet.

“Or we could do cucumbers?” What else had I seen him eat at lunch? “I just thought it might be good with our nuggets and burgers.”

“I like veggies, Papa.” It would’ve sounded less stressful if his gaze hadn’t darted toward the toilet room. “I do.”

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