Page 58 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
I raised my eyebrow. “You think so?”
“I can see with my own eyes.” He batted his eyelashes at me. “But it’s mine, right? You’re not going to let others have you tonight. You’re my daddy. We agreed.”
“We agreed.”
We had not actually discussed a commitment. Yet. But it was there in Rivi’s eyes whenever I held him in my arms and kissed him. He wanted it. I wanted it. The end to our vacation was coming all too soon. We would have to reassess how this would work. We lived about twenty minutes apart. We both had jobs. I wanted him in my life and that was that. We had to figure it out.
Tonight, however, was for more holiday playtime. Our winter fantasy wasn’t over yet.
I approached Rivi and reached for him. He held up his arms. I picked him up and he wrapped his legs around my waist.
“Let’s get you ready now.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He circled my neck with his arms and kissed me on the jaw.
His attire was all laid out. I held him a little longer than I needed to, then lay him on his back on the bed. Slowly, I undressed him until he lay naked before me.
“Pretty Pan.”
He giggled.
I got his feet through the holes in the pull-ups and raised them up over his thighs and hips. They fit him well with a pocket for his sweet bulge.
“How do they feel?”
“Soft and comfy.”
Next, I took the onesie in hand. It had snaps at the crotch, so I put it over his head like a dress and got his arms into the sleeves before pulling it all the way down.
“Spread, sweetie.”
He spread his legs, and I squeezed my hand under his ass, grabbing the back and pulling it to meet the front. I snapped it together, patted him gently on the crotch, and said, “There.”
He sat up, looking himself over. “I want to see myself in the mirror.”
I led him to the tall mirror on the door to the bathroom. He had his arms wrapped over his chest, then turned his body side to side. He reached out and grabbed my hand in his, saying, “Look at both of us. We look good.”
“I agree. You look especially wonderful.”
“You do, too.” He pushed his glasses up with his free hand. “I just gotta get my slippers and my bear and I’ll be ready.”
Hand in hand, we walked down to the basement stairs. Other visitors were already there. I heard the drum of music throughthe walls. When I opened the door and we stepped over the threshold, I was instantly impressed.
The entire basement, five times bigger than Trent’s huge front living room, was decked out with equipment. And a bar. And a giant Christmas tree with various unconventional ornaments including condom garlands and chains.
Rivi stopped just behind me, tugging at my hand.
I turned to look down at him. “What?”
“There’s so much. Lots of people. I don’t see Uncle Trent. Or Ozzy and Maddy. Where are they?”
“They’ll be here.”
“People are looking.”
I had noticed all eyes turned to us as we’d entered. That was normal. But now they were staring at Rivi, at his bare legs and pink slippers.
“That’s just them checking us out. Like we are checking out this room.”
