Page 18 of Beachy Sweetheart
“You definitely need food. We’ll start there.”
Trevor nods. “Sounds perfect. Then maybe some blocks? Or the kinetic sand? Or the ball pit? Or?—”
I laugh. “We can do whatever your heart desires. How young do you go?”
He shrugs. “Depends on the day? Sometimes three, four, five, other times I’m non-verbal. I can’t ever guess until…” He waves to his backpack. “I’m dressed and Little me sinks in.”
“Sounds perfect. Anything you don’t want? And do you have safe words or do you use the traffic light system?”
“Traffic lights are easiest. And no training pants changes. I can go to the bathroom on my own, but might want you to walk me there and wait for me. What about you?”
I think, trying to come up with something, but it’s a hard question when all I want is to take care of him. “I honestly can’t think of anything, but I’ll let you know if that changes.”
“Perfect. And same.” Trevor holds out his hand. “I think we’re ready.”
We shake, and it feels real now. “I’ll wait for you outside. Take your time.”
“Thank you.”
I leave the room and wait.
12
TREVOR
My heart pounds.Daddy Andy is attractive. And I’ve already told him parts of me that are weird and he didn’t reject me yet. What if we get into the playroom and I do something strange that he doesn’t like? This might have been a bad idea.
I grab my backpack from the table and pull out Georgie. I hold him and Bandit together as I contemplate which outfit to put on. The onesie feels like I’ll be too exposed. I don’t know why the heck I brought it in the first place, since I’ve only ever worn footie pajamas in the club. I tug off my driving clothes and underwear and pull up a pair of training pants. They have My Little Ponies all over them and my Little side already starts to show up by giggling. I step into the footie pajamas and sigh in relief. Zipping them up seals my fate. My thumb goes to my mouth and I grab my stuffies and backpack with my free arm.
When I open the door to the dressing room, Daddy Andy sucks in a breath.
“You look perfect, Trevor,” he says, and my cheeks go super hot. I hide behind Bandit.
Daddy takes my backpack. “Lets grab you a locker so nothing gets lost.”
I give him my hand to guide me. My tummy isn’t happy, he’s hungy, and it makes me gwrouchies.
We walk slowly to the front desk where Daddy gets a locker key and I follow him to the lockers, where he hangs my bag on a hook. I hand over Georgie because two stuffies is so much to hold. He pats Georgie on his yellow head before shutting him in. I wave bye bye and hold Bandit close. Sowwies Georgie.
“Ready to go play?” Daddy asks.
“Hungy.”
“We’ll feed you, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”
I suck my thumb again as he leads me to the playroom. The mural on the walls always makes me happy. It’s a bright, sunshiny farm with silly animals.
I squeal and point at the cow. “Moo! Moo!” And squeal again.
Maddie isn’t here yet, but she probably isn’t far behind. The playroom is still fairly empty, except for Bel and his Daddy Yuri.
Bel spots me and rushes over. “Trevy!”
We hug and hop, babbling nonsense. Bel always smells like baby powder. It’s comforting. My stomach decides to make silly noises again, and Bel’s eyes go wide.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get some food in you.”
“Hungy.” I clutch my tummy and exaggerate a frown for Bel, making him laugh.
