Daddy's Bite: Paranormal Age Play by Jayda Marx

Author:Jayda Marx [Marx, Jayda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Izzy hurried back into his playroom with me on his heels, wondering what his 'super fun' idea was.

He rested his animals on the floor and asked, "Daddy, will you help me straighten this blanket out? That way we can all have somewhere to sit."

"Sure." I helped him spread out the corners and smooth out the fabric so that the blanket was nice and flat on the floor. When Izzy placed several animals on the fabric I asked, "Are they going to have a picnic?"

"I was thinking about a tea party, but a picnic is an even better idea." He cupped his hands around his mouth and whispered, "I don't like tea anyway; even if it's pretend," like it was a dirty secret.

"We haven't had lunch yet; why don't we have a picnic lunch with real food right here?"

"Oh Daddy, that sounds so fun!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down and clapping his hands.

"Would you like to help pick out some food?"

"Yes!" He sprinted towards the kitchen and I followed behind, chuckling the whole way.

"Before we choose lunch, I need to get these socks on you," I told him once we reached the kitchen. I gripped him by the hips and set him up on the countertop to roll the socks onto his chilly feet. "There we go."

"Thanks, Daddy." He popped a kiss to my lips and turned around, propping up onto his knees to look into the cabinets.

"See anything good?" I asked amusedly, letting him take the lead.

"Hmm...I don't see any cookies."

I snorted a laugh. "We can't have cookies for lunch."

He looked back at me with those big, beautiful eyes. "But we could have them for dessert."

"True, but I'm sorry; I don't have any cookies here." I preferred savory foods over sweets.

"That's okay," he replied, but his body deflated.

Goddammit; he can play me like a fiddle without even trying. "I'll tell you what; you and I can make a trip to the grocery store tomorrow. We'll buy lots of foods that you like; both healthy ones and some treats for my good boy." I was wrapped around his little finger and I liked it there.

"Yay, cookies!" he cheered. "Thank you. You're a very wonderful Daddy."

"No need to butter me up," I smirked. "I already said yes to the cookies."

"I would never," he insisted seriously, but then he ruined his defense when he burst into giggles.

"Alright, stinker." I pinched his bottom gently and Izzy laughed again. "Let's see what we can find to fill up your belly."

We agreed on turkey sandwiches, grapes, and graham crackers, which were the closest things I had to cookies. Izzy helped me stack the lunch meat onto the bread, and then I cut off his crusts. I poured two cups of apple juice and carried them back to the playroom, along with several extra empty glasses for his animal friends.

We sat cross-legged on the soft blanket while we ate. Just like he promised, my boy gobbled down all of his fruit before moving on to his other foods.

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