Page 15 of Rowan's Renewal
If he’s surprised by my lapse into simplified vocabulary, he doesn’t show it. “Of course, sweetheart. C’mon, sit up.”
I grumble as he pulls me back up into a seated position, and fuss as he wrestles me into the t-shirt. Then he steps back and I can’t read the expression on his face, but it makes my stomach flip.
“You look fucking adorable right now,” he tells me. “How would you feel being left in just your tee and diaper for now?”
I shrug. It’s comfortable enough.
He snorts.
“Where’s your headspace, sweetheart?” he asks when I don’t answer verbally. “Because if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re regressing a bit.”
“Mm’tired,” I complain in a whine that, yeah, soundsveryyoung. If I wasn’t quite so tired, I would probably fight to regain my composure. But the pull of snuggling up in my dry, soft outfit and sleeping off the jetlag is too tempting.
“I see,” he sounds amused and even fond. “We’ll talk about how we both see this thing between us playing out tomorrow, then.”
“Good idea,” I scramble the reply together. “Can we just cuddle now?”
“Sure, sweetheart. Just let me go hang your towel back up in the bathroom.”
This time I do whine in disappointment, but I sigh happily when he returns and climbs onto the bed with me. We spoon together, with him as the big spoon at my back, and the floaty sensation in my head gets more intense.
It’s almost like euphoria, and it’s a bit sad to realize that I’m so starved for touch and affection that a simple cuddle is making my head spin.
“I’m really proud of you for asking for my help tonight,” he says as my eyes get heavier.
“Mmm,” is the only reply I can manage.
“You’re a sweet Boy, Ro. Thank you for giving me a chance to be your Daddy.”
As I allow sleep to take me, the words play over in my head on repeat.
My Daddy.
It’s not something I ever thought I wanted, but I can’t deny that I’m really starting to like the sound of that.
My Daddy.
Mine.
Chapter Eight
Waking up in the morning, I’m cocooned in warmth. There are arms and legs wrapped around me like an octopus, with warm skin pressed against mine and soft breaths puffing into my chest. I snuggle into it with a satisfied sigh, breathing in the coconut shampoo on the soft hair tickling my nose. My cock stirs in my pajama pants, but I close my eyes, staying sleepy and content.
I want to savor the moment.
It’s been a while since Jerry and I last woke up entwined like this. The last time was at least three months ago. We’d already started drifting apart, with him resentful of my shiftwork, and it was at least a month before he told me—
My eyes fly open.
This isn’t Jerry.
Memories from yesterday finally filter into my foggy brain as a burst of heat blooms over the top of my thigh, the already squishy diaper against my skin becoming fuller and momentarily warmer. I hold Rowan a bit closer as he fusses andgroans in his sleep, rubbing his back to hopefully extend his peacefulness.
Last night was unexpected and perfect. I feel a stab of guilt for thinking about Jerry in those first wakeful moments just now, but it was out of habit more than for emotional reasons. With my brain officially back online, I am happy that Rowan is the man in my arms.
We didn’t get to talk about it yesterday, but I hope that this will be more than just a holiday fling. The fact that we live in the same city back home means that it probably can be, assuming Rowan enjoyed last night as much as I did, and that we can discover more compatibility over the coming days.
“Mmm,” he mumbles adorably, nuzzling his stubbled cheek against my chest. “Morning.”
