Page 17 of A Little Christmas Jericho
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Last night's kiss... or well, I suppose kisses, kept replaying in my head over and over again. Last night I'd gone to bed still tasting him, my neglected cock aching for me to touch it, but I hadn't felt it was appropriate. We hadn't gotten that far yet, or come up with any kind of rules, but playing with myself, making myself come, without Daddy there or having his permission, just feltwrong.
Murphy barked again, snapping me out of my mental daydream. I dragged myself out of bed, untangling my feet from the duvet before shuffling toward the kitchen in my pajama pants. Murphy might be the only one whodemandedhis breakfast in the morning, but getting it ready was a whole ordeal. They each had their own preferences, dietary requirements, and food.
Murphy danced in circles around me as I moved around the kitchen while the rest of my brood slowly made their way into the busy kitchen.
"Patience, little man," I muttered to Murphy, scooping his kibble before pouring the gravy that helped with his joint problems. I quickly moved on to the other three bowls, knowing by now that if I put Murphy's down before having Daisy's ready then Murphy would bother my gentle giant while she ate hers.
Finally, after another couple of sharp barks, I had all their breakfast bowls prepared. I placed them down on the floor right as my phone chirped with a notification that sent a flutter straight through my stomach.
Doctor Daddy:Morning baby, How'd you sleep?
Doctor Daddy: I hardly got any. I kept thinking about a special boy, and his extra special kisses. I swear I can still taste you.
I dropped the phone onto the counter like the phone had stung me. Then like the crazy person I am, I immediately snatched it up again.
Thankful that no one was there to witness my idiocy, I stared at the phone with hearts in my eyes. My thumbs hovered uselessly above the keyboard for a full thirty seconds before I finally figured out what to respond.
Jericho: My, my Doctor Daddy. That's quite the good morning.
His reply came almost instantly.
Doctor Daddy: Does that mean you don't like it?
I let out a small chuckle before I responded.
Jericho:That's not what I said.
Doctor Daddy: Well, that's a relief. Now, what time can I pick you up tonight?
Oh my goodness! How on earth had I forgotten about it? Our planned Little date night.
I had to act cool, though, right?
Jericho:Whenever's good for you. I'm off today. Should I bring anything?
Doctor Daddy:Just yourself. And maybe... if it's not too forward, a change of clothes?
Oh. My. Gawd.
So much for acting cool!
I bit my lip, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt as I sent back my response.
Jericho: Sounds good, Daddy.
Doctor Daddy:Perfect. See you at seven.
I sent back a heart emoji and tossed the phone on the counter, unable to stop the hum of happiness that built in my chest. Now that my babies were fed and my plans for the evening made, it was time to get started on my gift wrapping.
By late afternoon, my apartment smelled faintly of hot chocolate and the vanilla candle I'd lit to calm my ever-growing nerves. For once, all four of my babies were settled down in their various beds, so I only had myself and my own preparations to focus on.
I was ahugefreaking mess. There were clothes all over the floor in my bedroom.
Nothing I looked at made me happy.
I was perilously close to a meltdown when Daisy got up with a muffled groan, lumbered over to me and headed straight for a pile of discarded items. She nuzzled through it before looking at me with a beleaguered expression.
