Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“Close your eyes.” Once his eyelids were shut tight, I took his hand and led him through the living room, down a short hallway, and into the converted office. “Okay, you can look.”
When Henley opened his eyes, his jaw dropped wide. His gaze darted from toy to toy, and the piles I'd separated them into. “This is all for me? Oh Daddy, this is amazing!” I chuckled as he wrapped me in another tight hug.
“Let's get you ready to play,” I suggested, and he nodded against my chest.
He stepped back and raised his arms, waiting for me to undress him. When he fully sank into his little space, nerves were nowhere to be found.
I stripped off his T-shirt before kneeling and slipping off his shoes. When I stood upright again, I hustled over to a dresser in the corner. It held a basket of blankets on top; until I got a changing table, I wanted to provide my boy something soft to lay on.
I collected a plush blanket from the basket, and opened the top drawer to grab a diaper and a comfortable outfit.
“Here we go,” I announced as I spread the red, fuzzy blanket onto the floor. “Lie down so Daddy can finish.”
Henley nodded and plopped down on the blanket. “Ooh, this is nice,” he said, making a snow angel motion, rubbing his arms and legs over the shaggy material.
“I'm glad you like it.” I lowered onto my knees and unfastened his jeans before shimmying the denim down his legs. His lime green briefs were adorable cupped around his groin, but they had to go. I peeled them off and placed them on his other clothing.
“Bottom up, sweetheart.” Henley planted his feet on the blanket and raised his ass, allowing me to slip the diaper beneath him. After having done it several times, we had it down like clockwork. He rested flat again and I fastened the flaps. The little teddy bears on its surface were much cuter than the plain ones he used to wear.
Next, he pierced his feet through the leg holes of his black cotton shorts, and I pulled them up onto his waist. He sat upright and held his hands to the ceiling once more. I worked his new race car shirt down his arms and onto his torso, and he smiled down at the picture on his chest.
“You're all set.”
“Yay, because I'm ready to play!” Henley crawled over to a bucket of cars, his diaper crinkling with each movement. He picked out a handful of metal vehicles and brought them back to the blanket.
He pushed the little cars around, making them chase each other until he pretended the long fibers on the throw were a mushy swamp, and his vehicles got tangled up. He had to call in a tow truck to save the drivers one by one.
Since he was looking down to play on the floor, Henley’s long hair kept falling into his face. He tucked it behind his ears, but as soon as he reached for one of his cars, the locks escaped and fell forward again.
I hated to leave the darling scene of Henley’s carefree playing, but I wanted to make it as enjoyable as possible for him. So, I snuck out of the room undetected and headed to the bathroom to grab my comb. I didn't have any hair ties, but a trip to my junk drawer in the kitchen produced a couple of rubber bands. They would do the trick for now.
When I returned to the playroom, I found that the little cars had all turned on the tow truck because they didn’t want to pay him for his work. So instead, they were trying to bury him in the swamp. Henley’s games could get…interesting.
I sat cross-legged on the fluffy rug and said, “Come sit on my lap, kitten.” Henley didn’t even question it; he just dropped his toys, smiled brightly, and rushed to me. I was expecting him to sit with his back facing my chest, but instead, Henley straddled me with our stomachs together. I wasn’t about to correct him; seeing his pretty face was a definite bonus.
I held up my supplies and told him, “I’m going to fix your hair so it stays out of your face.”
He nodded his agreement and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I wrapped the rubber bands around my wrist and pressed the comb to the top of his head. I carefully brushed through his long locks, making sure not to pull too hard. I worked out a couple of tangles and parted his hair down the middle.
I divided the first half of his hair into three sections and began folding them over one another, picking up a little more with each step. It didn’t take long until the right half of his hair was styled in a french braid, which I tied off with one of the bands.