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Was exhausted.

“Yes.” Dally nodded and acted like it was a complete sentence as we started drying him off. “Let’s go potty and then we’ll cuddle.”

Yes, because he was so full milk was beading at his nipples.

Wait.

As Harley eventually turned toward the toilet room, unconcerned about how naked he was, I whispered to Dally. “Didn’t he do that before?”

Shaking his head, Dally whispered back just as quietly. “No. He got distracted with the bidet and bottoming.”

He must’ve spent half the day thinking about that for it still to be top on his mind when he was exhausted and little.

“So we’re coming back around to that later this week when he doesn’t have to work?” Harley’s nights were entirely too late for me to want to have his first time bottoming be after work.

Thankfully, Dally seemed to be on the same page and fought back a yawn. “Yes. I’m not sure how much grown-up Harley is going to want to talk about it, though.”

Good point.

“I think we just need to take what little Harley has given us and make decisions based on that, then explain what’s going to happen. He doesn’t have to tell us anything else unless it’s to safeword.” He’d actually done a good job of getting his thoughts across when he was little and chatty.

Dally nodded but our conversation was cut short as Harley finished and came back out holding his hands in front of him.

We needed to wash them.

Yes, I wasn’t slow on everything, just some things.

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DALLY

“And…and I need my cup and water and…and I need my blanket…” Harley’s gaze bounced around the room as he tried to figure out his next demand.

Unfortunately, they’d all been fairly reasonable even though they were just his way of dragging his feet.

“I need a book.” He looked relieved as he found another demand but his Papa rolled his eyes. “Yes. I…I need a book and…and Daddy needs attention…”

Oh, that was interesting.

Even Pokey took notice as he was moving around the bedroom getting phones plugged in and he stopped mumbling to himself about not having enough sockets for two partners. “I will be in charge of giving your Daddy attention as soon as we’ve gotten you settled.”

“No.” Harley’s next round of stubbornness set in and he even crossed his arms over his chest, completely ignoring how milk was beading up on the tips of his nipples again. “Daddy ’portant too.”

He was amazing at being ridiculous when he wanted to…so it was a good thing most of the time he didn’t want to be as frustrating as his Daddy.

Pokey could only handle one high-maintenance partner and I was it.

“Daddy’s tired of this game.” I held up a hand and started lifting fingers. “One.”

Harley’s eyes went wide as another finger went up.

“Two.”

Santos shrugged as Harley looked to him for help. “I don’t know what’s going to happen when he gets to five. Your Daddy is slightly unpredictable.”

I was amazing, yes, but it also gave me the edge over drama queens in training.

“Three.”

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