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Parker
Kit suggested Mexican food for lunch and directed me to his favorite place.
The wind kicked up as we walked across the parking lot, blowing our scarves loose. Carols played on speakers outside and inside the warm restaurant.
While we ate, snowflakes began to fall in lazy swoops outside our booth window.
After this morning with Kit showing me his need for reassurance that we truly were building a relationship, I still worried for my baby boy. Had I done the right things for him? Was he going to keep questioning himself?
For some, clingy boyfriends were turnoffs, but not for me. It was one thing that attracted me to the daddy kink dynamic. I derived incredible pleasure from pampering and spoiling my little ones.
After lunch, Kit danced across the parking lot in the snow, holding his head back and sticking out his tongue. He spun until I thought he’d fall.
“Come on, baby boy. Let’s get in the car where it’s warm.”
He skipped to the passenger door and waited until I opened it. He got in and I Ieaned inside and fastened his seatbelt.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I was training him to wait for me to do things for him. It wasn’t about control. I would never have taken Kit’s freedoms. It was about the energy between us and what we both wanted.
When we got home, Kit ran to the snowman. Over the past couple of days, we’d added a hat, an old scarf and thin, dead tree branch arms. Kit grabbed up snow and patted him down, adding to his roundness.
“He’s a wonderful snow person,” I said.
“Yep. And he’s here to stay for a while. So we gotta feed him.” He packed another handful of snow onto the round torso.
I walked onto the porch and opened the door. Kit skipped up the steps and, like a good boy, took off his coat, hat, scarf, mittens and shoes so he wouldn’t drip through the house.
It was a great homey feeling to see his coat hung next to mine on the rack.
I brought in more wood from the porch, cleaned out the hearth and got the fire going. We could have had an electric fire, but I loved wood burning fires if I knew I would be home and in for the night. It smelled great and the sound gave off warm and alive vibes.
Kit pranced from room to room with little tasks of his own. He brought his coloring books into the living room from the dining room. He set his Christmas bear and the one bear he’d brought from home together on a chair by the couch. Under his breath, he sang, “Dashing through the snow.”
I turned on Christmas movies and we relaxed with drinks for a quiet afternoon indoors as the wind blew harder, keening around the house.
I had wine. Kit switched from apple to grape juice.
Kit colored for a long time, showing me picture after picture. I loved seeing him be creative.
Finally, he got on the couch with me, and we watched Christmas cartoons together and laughed a lot.
The sky grew dark. Kit turned on the outdoor lights which reflected like bright rainbows in the windowpanes.
“Hey, I have an idea for dinner,” I said.
Kit rubbed his stomach. “I’m almost still full from lunch.” He rolled his eyes. “Almost.”
“Let’s have a picnic.”
“A picnic? Daddy, you’re silly. It’s way too cold outside for that.”
“We’ll have it right here.” I pointed to the expanse of floor between the coffee table and hearth. “I’ll put down a picnic blanket and we’ll bring out the food and make it a little party.”
“A party!” Kit jumped and clapped his hands. “I’ll help, Daddy.”
