Page 41 of Spoil Me, Daddy
Zaire grinned and raced down the stairs, tightening his robe around his waist as he went and stopped by his chair. “Pancakes!”
Aaron laughed. “Yes, sweet boy. You deserve a good breakfast before work this morning.” He checked his watch. “We will have to leave soon, so make sure you eat up, and I’ll help you get ready.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Zaire sat and drizzled some syrup onto his bite-sized pancakes and proceeded to inhale them.
“Woah, slow down there, buddy. You’ll make yourself sick.” Aaron rested his hand on Zaire’s wrist.
Zaire swallowed what was in his mouth before answering, “I thought we were in a rush?”
Chuckling, Aaron replied, “Not that much of a rush! Take your time. I have coffee to drink.” He held up his cup. “Don’t forget your milk, too.”
Zaire gave a closed mouth smile, which no doubt looked like a chipmunk from the food he had stuffed in it, but he didn’t care. He felt…carefree. Like he could conquer the world.
After washing his face in the bathroom to get rid of the syrup, Zaire joined a hesitant Aaron in the bedroom.
“I have chosen some clothes, but they’re not what you usually wear. Please talk to me—properly—about any issues you have with them.” Aaron raised his eyebrow, and Zaire understood his meaning.
Seeing what was spread out before him had Zaire’s heart racing. There was a slimline version of the tailored trousers he usually wore, and a cream shirt with lace at the shoulders. He could see Aaron had tried to keep things close to what Zaire usually wore, but now they had a gentler look. There would be no doubt in anyone’s mind at work that he liked to wear what he knew they would callfeminineclothing. He wasn’t sure if he could do it. Memories of his father’s words flitted through his head,girl, pussy, weak. He’d avoided receiving those comments by separating himself, and only visiting places he knew would be accepting of what he wore. Anywhere else, he was ‘normal.’
“I…I don’t know if…” He cleared his throat, staring at the bed.
Aaron wrapped his arms around him from behind. “You can say no, Zaire. I never want to make you feel uncomfortable. But I would like to try and find a happy medium between your work and home lives.” Aaron pressed several kisses against the side of his face and neck.
In his mind’s eye, Zaire could see how the outfit would look on him, and he realised he wanted to try. It surprised him how much he wanted it. He didn’t know if he could, though.
“Can I take a change of clothes with me?” he whispered.
The arms holding him tightened briefly. “Of course, you can. You tell me what you need, and I will make it happen, sweet boy.”
Zaire exhaled heavily. “Okay. Let’s try this.”
Aaron spun him around and pressed their lips together in a quick kiss. “You are so brave. Don’t let anyone tell you any different. You deserve the chance to be who you are, Zaire. And I would love to be able to help you get there.”
His hands gripped the back of Aaron’s shirt as he pressed his cheek against his chest until he remembered they needed to be quick. “Oh, we’ll be late!” He pulled away and undid the belt of the robe.
“We’re okay, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”
As Aaron dressed him, Zaire became concerned about the reaction to his clothing, not only from staff but from the children as well. When he mentioned it to Aaron, he simply said, “Tell the children the truth. You like wearing them because they make you feel happy.” And if that didn’t sum up Zaire’s feelings about the matter, nothing did.
He felt tears prick at his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. They were happy tears, but he knew he would worry Aaron. Finally dressed, Zaire stood in front of the mirror and studied himself. He looked good. It seemed strange seeing himself in the clothes but no makeup. He usually wore makeup when he was wearing—what he was now calling—his home clothes, but he felt it was a step too far at that moment.
“Time to go, sweetheart!”
Zaire picked up the bag with his change of clothes and padded down the stairs. He was surprised to find Aaron stood at the bottom, holding a box out. He tilted his head and frowned. “What’s this?”
“A gift.”
Zaire grinned and placed his bag on the floor. He lifted the lid of the box and moved the tissue paper aside, revealing a beautiful pair of black leather ankle boots with a small heel.
“I knew you didn’t have any work shoes to go with your outfit, so I found these. I hope you like them.” Aaron’s voice sounded unsure, and Zaire stared at him, incredulous.
“I love them! But when…?” He shook his head, returning his gaze to the boots.
“I bought them online and got a quick delivery. I had hoped you’d agree to the clothes I set out for you but didn’t want to presume. These would’ve kept until you were able to take that step.” Aaron cleared his throat. “I chose some with only a small heel because I know you are sometimes on the floor with the children and rushing around. I didn’t want you to chance falling in higher ones.”
“They are perfect, Daddy. Thank you so much!” Zaire took the box from Aaron’s hands, placed it down and twined his arms around Aaron’s neck. “Thank you,” he said sincerely and pressed his lips against Aaron’s.
The kiss was bittersweet. Zaire tried to show everything he was feeling in the kiss because he knew he couldn’t say the words yet. When the kiss ended, Zaire pulled away and, with a grin, plonked himself on the stairs and slid on his new boots. He knew they might pinch a bit by the end of the day, but he didn’t care.
