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I added. “Those people never stopped to actually understand you. It’s their loss.” He shrugged. “You’re boosting my ego now.” I narrowed my eyes on him. “That’s my job as your boyfriend, babe.” He smirked. Aww! “Okay, enough with the cheesy stuff! I’m feeling super sleepy now!” I pouted. “Let’s head to bed then.” He smiled as he got up with me in his arms. He started walking up the stairs and I didn’t argue, asking him to put me down or anything, as I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes.

he asks putting me in my bed, the one with railing on the side, I wasn't really happy about that, he had to force my hands off his neck. "How about a bedtime story?" he asks sticking my paci between my pouty lips, I take it only cause I like the feeling of it, I listen to the story and might just have fallen asleep half way through.

"Surprisingly, I still am. Why are you still awake?" "I feel pretty hot right now, and I can't stop thinking of you. 😏" Pervert. I know he's my boyfriend and all, but it's awkward. In my universe, I only had him for less than a year. In his universe, we have been seeing each other longer. Ugh... What to say. What to say. Maybe I'll get him a little excited for a while then stop. Then I'll tell him tomorrow that I fell asleep. This is his punishment for making a pass at me. "Well, I'm thinking about you too. ☺️ How hot are you right now?" That'll do it.

He picked up Theo from my lap, and start nuzzling on his little belly making Theo giggle and laugh at his dad, then was gripping his dad's hair with his small chubby fingers. We talked for a little while, then they leave us to go home when Theo started crying. Lisa explained that it was another bedtime again for the little guy, and let us continue with our dinner. "So, girlfriend. Are you ready to go home and do kinky stuff with your boyfriend here?" Anthony whispered in my ears, sliding his hand dangerously close between my legs.

It is a few minutes past 7:30 pm and we are preparing to go to bed. We sleep pretty early because we wake up so early too. I and Laura have been at home since she got back from school. We had a nice daddy-and-daughter time and I enjoyed every bit of it. As usual. Since we both lost her mom, I have worked extra hard to distract myself from all the pain of losing my beautiful wife. So I am grateful for and excited about every opportunity I get to spend time with my daughter. I give her a hot shower, get her dressed in her pyjamas and lay my little princess to sleep. Just as I’m about to step out of her room, I hear her cute tiny little voice say “Daida please can you read me a bedtime story a

I sighed. His black loungewear contrasted with the cream-colored bedsheets. I walked over, gently plucked the book from his grasp, and held it up with mock disapproval. I sat beside him and suggested, "Instead of reading, how about I tell you a bedtime story?" Amusement flickered in his eyes. "That drink is hitting you pretty hard," he said with a smirk tugging at his lips. I waved away his comment and patted my thigh invitingly. "Come on, it will put you to sleep fast! Don always liked to rest his head on my lap, and often fell asleep like that..."

I stared at Liam and my lips curved into a smile. " I promise you that everything is going to be fine really soon. What about I tell you a bedtime story?" I suggested, trying my best to cheer him up. " Yes! I would like you to tell me a bedtime story. I always listen to mommy's old same story every single night." Liam's eyes sparkled and I couldn't help it but smile. He looked so happy as though he wasn't sad just a few minutes ago. He laid back on the bed and I began to tell him one of the stories that my mother used to tell me when I was little. I watched as he slowly drifted into a deep slumber with a smile on his face and my heart warmed up.

Even if I have to rip Mason apart to make it happen. I cup his cheek and kiss his forehead. "We'll figure it out, buddy. I promise." His face lights up, and he claps his hands. "Okay! But you have to win against me in Uno first. Winner picks the bedtime story." I raise a brow. "Uno? You're challenging me?" He nods, deadly serious. "Yeah. Grandpa taught me all the tricks." I laugh, grabbing the deck from the shelf. "Alright, little man. Prepare to lose."

"Mommy, can we read two stories tonight? Not just one?" I raised an eyebrow, fighting a smile. "Two stories? You're getting greedy, mister." "Please?" He deployed the full force of those brown eyes, the same ones I saw in the mirror every morning, now weaponized against me. "Okay, two stories," I conceded, already reaching for his current favorites. "But no more sneaky requests after that, deal?" "Deal!" He snuggled closer, small fingers tracing the illustrations as I read about dragons and knights, magical forests and brave adventurers. His commentary grew slower, sleepier, until finally, his breathing evened out against my shoulder.

I warned. 'I think I already am'. 'Travis'. 'Relax tig, go to sleep. Dream of me in the height of my awesomeness'. 'I definitely won't'. 'Suit yourself. It woulda been a great dream'. 'Goodnight Travis'. I said and ended the call. One of the benefits of having a boyfriend, he makes you smile when you need it most. I heard Gracie scream, I had better go down and watch that movie with her before she pee on the couch.