Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
I knew it was Poppa who asked, so I told him, "No, this dinner was for our animals. They were very hungry."
"I see. So how would your animals feel about some ice cream for dessert?"
"They're full, but Brady and I will eat it, won't we?"
My friend nodded enthusiastically while the men laughed. They gave us each a bowl of strawberry ice cream covered in chocolate syrup, and we were quick to dig in.
Once our bowls were empty and our mouths had been wiped clean, the men asked if they could stay and watch us play. I wanted my Daddies close to me, so I patted the floor, inviting them to sit down next to me.
Once everyone was settled in, I asked Brady, "What should we play now?" I wanted to make sure he had a good time.
"Let's put your blocks and my blocks together and build something big!"
It sounded like a great idea, so I dumped all of my wooden blocks onto the carpeted floor. Brady pushed over a large box and popped open the lid, revealing hundreds of multicolored plastic blocks.
We used both to build a castle. The plastic blocks snapped together, so we were able to create tall towers and turrets without worry that they'd tumble. Then we posted some green plastic soldiers at each corner to keep our kingdom safe from intruders.
We had some wooden blocks left over, so we used them to make a moat around the castle. But once it was down, we thought it looked more like a road than water, so we decided to use it as a race track.
Brady grabbed a bucket full of Matchbox cars and let me pick any one I wanted. I chose a blue one with a yellow lightning bolt on both sides, while Brady picked a red car with a white 5 on top.
We raced our cars around the track, making sure to be careful when rounding the corners so that we didn't bump into our castle. My blue car was in first place for a while, but then Brady's red car pulled ahead. In the end, we decided that both cars were great racers, and called it a tie.
Brady yawned widely, and I jumped when Lance’s voice said, "It looks like someone is getting sleepy. I think it's time to get ready for bed." I was having so much fun with my new friend that I forgot we weren't alone in the room.
"But Daddy, I'm playing with Ant," Brady argued, rubbing his hands against his tired eyes. He didn’t want to stop playing and I understood; I was having a great time with him too. When it came down to it, things like age, needs, or preferences just didn’t matter; only kindness and fun.
“I know buddy,” Hunter smiled, “But it’s time to tell Ant goodnight. I promise you’ll get to play with him again soon.”
Brady looked like he was going to argue again, but instead he sighed and told me, “Goodnight, Ant. Thanks for playing with me. Next time, maybe we can play trains together.”
“That sounds great.”
Brady stood up and surprised me by giving me a hug before taking his dads’ hands to leave the room. My Daddies gazed at me with nearly matching grins that made my heart flutter.
“Did you have a good time?” Felix asked.
“Yes, Daddy. Brady is really nice.”
“I’m glad you had fun,” Enzo told me, “But your Daddies are feeling a little jealous. We need some time with our sweet baby.”
“I need time with you too, Poppa.” Even though we’d been in the same room, I was distracted. I craved their touch and attention.
“Well then, what are we waiting for?” Poppa took one of my hands and Daddy took the other. They pulled me onto my feet, and held on to me as we walked into the living room, where all of the other guys (besides Hunter and Lance, who were preparing Brady for bed) were sitting.
My Daddies settled down on a leather loveseat, and Felix pulled me onto his lap. He was just as comfortable as Enzo was earlier, and I was glad to have cuddle time with him as well.
Everything was so peaceful; Talon watched over Brandon's shoulder as he drew on a sketch pad, and Grady sat in a recliner reading a book. The only person who wasn't at peace was Griffin, who was beginning to fuss in Asher's arms.
“I think he’s ready for his bedtime feeding,” Cedric said before holding his hands out. “Come here, little guy.” When Asher passed the baby into his arms, Cedric shuffled him around while removing his t-shirt. Once his chest was bare, he cuddled his son to his chest. Griffin latched on to his dad’s swollen nipple and made little cooing sounds as he ate.
I’ll admit that I was confused for a moment by what I saw; it wasn’t every day that a male breastfed a baby. But I didn’t know Cedric’s story; perhaps he was trans, or maybe there was medicine or supplements I didn’t know about which helped him physically feed his child.