Page 36 of Icebreaker
“I asked you a question.”
I recognized the stubborn look on his face and the authority in his voice. It was the same vibe he had when he was on the ice and determined not to let a puck past him into the net.
“I was thinking about you being gone for your game this week.”
“Was that all?”
“Maybe I was also thinking about when you’d go back to your real life.”
“My real life?” Daddy B seemed genuinely confused.
“C’mon, you know what I mean. When was the last time you went out to a bar? Or a party? I know you’re only hanging out at home with me because you feel like you have to.”
“I’m gonna stop you right there. A guy is allowed to change their priorities. Got me, kiddo?”
“Yes, Daddy B.”
“Good boy.”
He dropped a kiss on the top of my head, and I truly felt like one. More than that, I felt like his.
“Have you finished your list, baby boy?”
After lunch, Daddy B gave me a checklist to go over. There were some things on there that I had to get my phone out and research because I had never heard of them. Daddy B had told me it didn’t matter what his list looked like. He wanted me to be honest on mine and then we could compare the two. I knew how important this was, but still, it was embarrassing to put downon paper that I was interested in wetting my nappies. Or that I wanted him to give me a bath or drink from a sippy cup.
“I have, but…” I answered reluctantly. Without hesitation, Daddy B pulled me onto his lap from where I’d been sitting on the other side of the couch. He snuggled me close and guided my head to his shoulder.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he ordered.
“What if you think I’m some kind of weirdo?” I mean, he was the one who brought it up to me, so he probably didn’t think that, but the fear and concern in the worry didn’t just vanish because something seemed logical.
“How about we just look at them before we decide if someone’s a weirdo? By the way, it’s perfectly normal to be interested in things that other people maybe aren’t. As long as no one’s getting hurt, then it’s all good.”
“I’m not sure I like it when you’re logical,” I groused.
Daddy B plucked my list from my hand and began reading it. He gave me his own so I could go over it while he looked at mine. After a few minutes, Daddy B said, “Where’s the weird stuff? Because it’s not on this paper.”
“Daddy, you don’t think any of the stuff is weird?”
“Nope, not at all. The whole point of wanting to be a Daddy is so I canbea Daddy. Since that’s the point, why would I put anything in the way of that?”
Daddy B returned to reading my list and jotting things down.What was he taking notes on?After a solid ten minutes, he put the list away and made more notes. Was I supposed to make notes? ’Cause I hadn’t. What I had done was read through his list, and we were compatible enough. I was surprised by one of the items on his hard no list.
“Can I ask a question about your hard limit list?”
“Sure.” Daddy B stopped his reading and gave me his undivided attention
“Why no impact play?”
Daddy looked like he was gathering his thoughts before answering. I sat quietly and waited because it was clearly something important to him, and I didn’t want to rush him.
“I told you I’ve never done this besides those few times at the club, which means I have no experience. Honestly, I’m a lot bigger than you, and I’m used to banging around guys on the ice. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, and since I have no experience and I’m used to being more physical, my fear is that I might accidentally.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“No, there’s a selfish one too.”
“What is it?”
