Page 93 of Culture and Curiosities
Yes, he was tired.
“Do you need a stuffed animal to sleep with?” That seemed to vary based on his mood, so I wasn’t surprised when he shook his head as he shoved the binkie back in his mouth. “Okay then. Climb up to the pillows and I’ll get your bottle.”
Hmm.
That look was back…and he grinned around his binkie again.
I performed the expressions of a Daddy who had lost a battle and sighed as I rolled my eyes. “Good boys get rewards, not naughty ones.”
His giggle said he understood the hint even though I tried to keep grown-up images out of my head. I wasn’t sure how much of his behavior was teasing and how much was serious, so I didn’t want to influence him either way.
His fast scramble to the top of the bed where he sat with his hands on his lap made me question how much influence I would have over him.
That did not look innocent no matter how hard he worked at his acting.
Some of that must’ve gotten through our bond because he giggled and widened his eyes to try to look more innocent. So as I walked over to the small refrigerator to get his milk and make his bottle, I lifted one eyebrow. “You need to practice more, my sweet boy.”
Who was also my naughty boy.
More giggles.
Shaking my head only made him find me or the situation funnier and he was still wiggling and smiling as I finished getting it ready and went back over to the bed. “I have a silly boy…or maybe he’s a silly monkey.”
Images of monkeys rolling around and the birds called geese who everyone seemed to be afraid of filled his mind as I sat down on the bed and pulled him onto my lap. “No geese. I know how angry they are.”
Even the woman we had originally used to learn English had known to be wary of the dangerous birds.
Earth was filled with the most ridiculous creatures.
“Come here. You’ll protect me from angry geese?” As he snuggled closer, Wren took the geese out of his mind and nodded. “Thank you. I will protect you from dinosaurs and you will protect me from angry birds.”
For some reason that made him laugh so hard he lost his binkie again. It wasn’t until he had his lips wrapped around the nipple of the bottle and he’d relaxed again that he sent me a picture of a game on his phone.
Ah.
Yes, I could see why that had been funny.
“Please warn me if the geese will explode.”
Nothing on Earth would surprise me, but his renewed giggles said I probably didn’t need to worry about bomb birds.
I couldn’t decide if it would be dangerous, messy, or just inconvenient but my wandering thoughts kept Wren smiling and filling our bond with happy feelings as his body slowly relaxed. The bomb bird thoughts may have kept him awake but I thought it might’ve also been his teasing and the way he kept showing me my own erection.
He was relaxed, silly, and naughty…and thoroughly enjoying confusing me just enough to make me want to frown at him.
Penis.
Giggle.
Bomb bird.
Penis.
Giggle.
Bomb bird.
By the time he was finished with his bottle, his eyes were refusing to open but his mouth wasn’t done sucking. That became incredibly obvious when he sighed and rolled over so his head was resting on my lap.
