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I let out a bark of surprised laughter. Before I know it, I’m sitting down heavily on the couch again. He follows tentatively. “I just…I wanted to tell you in case…well, in case that was something you hadn’t considered pursuing before. I’ve met a couple of guys on the scene who got into it to give some empowerment to their conditions.”
“I don’t have any interest in dressing like or talking like a baby. I’m not kink shaming, but…that’s not for me.”
Aaron doesn’t seem surprised or even disappointed. Instead, he smiles understandingly. “Well, you can be more on the DL scale than the AB, or vice versa. It really comes down to what makes you happy and comfortable. A good Daddy will work with you to find the right balance.”
“A…Daddy.” I repeat the word clumsily. It sets off a strange flutter in my stomach.
Sure, I’ve watched and even read my fair share of Daddy kink, but I’ve never imaginedcallingsomeone Daddy before.
“Let me ask you this,” he says, “and I want you to answer honestly. When I helped you in the bathroom tonight —when I took over and told you I was going to fix everything— how did you feel?”
“Relieved,” the word leaves my lips before I can really process my thoughts. I blush. “Safe. Looked after.” Unexpectedly, tears well in my eyes and I blink rapidly to dispel them. He’d called me‘good boy’ and I had wanted to hear it again. “I…You made me feel like I didn’t have to worry anymore.”
His smile isn’t smug or even knowing. It’s soft and sweet, matching his voice when he reaches for my hand again and says, “Then I did my job as a Daddy right. And, if you’d be okay with it, maybe that’s something we could keep doing together?”
I blink. “You…you want to be my Daddy?”
He nods.
I should say no. I should ask him if he’s out of his mind. I’m a stranger. Not only that, but I’m a stranger who, up until two minutes ago, thought Adult Baby Diaper Loving stuff was just a porn thing.
But the words out of my mouth aren’t any of the above. No. When I open my mouth, only one word comes out.
“Why?”
Chapter Six
Why.
It’s a loaded question with a loaded answer.
Honestly, I could have —should have— tried to raise the topic with more tact, but I’d felt my chance slipping away. Since helping Rowan in the restaurant bathroom, the attraction I’d felt during our impromptu date had turned into some kind of attachment. It’s hard for me to not get attached when I’m in Daddy mode. It’s why the age play is a lifestyle thing for me, and why I don’t usually go for just scene play.
But, like most Daddies, I’m adaptive to the needs of my Boys. I don’t need my Boys to regress super young, and if they do regress but aren’t into diapers, that’s also okay. Like I told Rowan, it’s all about finding the balance that makes both partners happy. And the thing that makes me most happy is taking care of my Boys in whatever capacity they need.
Though, I will be honest; it’s always a bonus to find a partner who is into diaper play, if not watersports. They’re not things Ihaveto have in my relationships, but they add an extra level of enjoyment for me.
So having a hot as fuck man whose needs tick all my boxes practically land in my lap is something I honestly can’t just ignore. I had to shoot my shot.
But how do I succinctly explain all of that without sounding like a bit of a creeper? I mean, the poor guy has gone through a lot today and I don’t want him to think I’m taking advantage while he’s vulnerable. I also don’t want him to think that I’m only suggesting this because he’s convenient, because that’s not the case, either.
I really like Rowan. Aside from being gorgeous, he’s sweet and funny, and our date tonight (even if it wasn’t supposed to be one) was perfect. We never ran out of topics of conversation, and I still want to keep getting to know him. I genuinely think we could be good for each other.
In the end, I lay it all on the table. I explain that my love of helping people is what led me to a career as a doctor, but also what drives me as a Daddy.
There’s a wry twist to his lips as he takes it all in. The smirk under that salt and pepper stubble is like catnip to me. “So…my fucked-up issues appeal to you as both a Daddy and a…sub?”
“I prefer to say Boy instead of sub,” I answer the latter half of his question first, before shaking my head. “But you’re not fucked up, Rowan. For the record, I thought you were hot when I was checking you out at the concierge’s desk.”
“Yeah…now that makes your offer to share the room kinda’ creepy,” he teases.
I still take the bait. “I told you — I’m impulsive and I like to help people.”
“This whole ‘let me be your Daddy’ thing is definitely lining up with the impulsive thing, I’ll give you that.”
It’s a good sign that he’s being sassy, right? That he’s flirting instead of freaking out?
Holding my hands in surrender, I concede, “Guilty as charged. I didn’t mean to just word-vomit that out tonight. But the idea snuck into my head, and I wanted to put it out there. The room is still yours if you say no, by the way.”
