Page 100 of Daddy's Pride

“Jamie, I’m so glad you agreed to have dinner with me.” Daddy T smiled at me as I wiggled in my seat.

“Me, too. I love shrimpies. They’re nummy-nummy-nummy.” It was always a choice between two rolls for me, shrimp with basil or salmon. “Oh, I don’t like the green one. It hurts my tongue.” Too hot! I slammed down the glass of water as Daddy T waved the waitress down.

“Can he have a refill, please, and maybe a glass of milk if you have it?”

“Oh my god!” My hand wildly waved, fanning my mouth. “The green one’s mean.”

“That’s wasabi. It’s hot, dear boy. I’d stay away from it.”

She returned with a pitcher of water and a glass of milk which I drank equally as fast as I had my water.

“If you’ve eaten here before, how did you not know that one was hot?” Daddy T asked as he refilled my water glass.

No doubt, I’d have to potty soon from all these liquids, but they were helping.

“Guess I never tried it. I know the little green decoration on the plate is hot.”

Daddy T gave me that ‘duh’ look.

“Um, it’s the same thing isn’t it?”

“It is indeed, but we got a bigger dish since there are two of us.” Daddy T’s face was a cross between worry and humor.

Strange combination but I guessed given my silliness it made sense.

“Sorry, Daddy T.”

“No need to apologize to me, it’s your body. I just hope you don’t get a tummy ache later.” Okay, now the humor was gone, and he really looked concerned.

“I should be okay. I think.” Now I was worried. I pushed the green dish to the edge of the table and got back to eating. “No green, it’s mean.” My new song made him smile again so all was good. “My tongue is still tingly, Daddy T.”

This time, he couldn’t hold the laughter back and everyone stared at us. “I’m sorry, little one. It’s not funny that you hurt yourself, but your reactions.” Daddy T could barely contain himself. “You are a breath of fresh air, sweet boy.”

Does that mean he likes me?

“Shrimpies all gone.” While my Little side was never far away, with Daddy T it was hard to be a big boy. I wanted to be Little all the time but my job they wouldn’t be very happy with that. I had to keep it a secret from them, ssshhh.

When we finished, Daddy T paid the bill and walked me to my car. “I had a wonderful time, Jamie.”

“Me, too.” Did I ask for his number? Would he ask for mine? Most Daddies I met online, and all communication went through the apps. Speaking of apps, my phone had been vibrating like crazy in my pocket the entire time we were in there and I had a feeling I knew who it was.

“Sweet boy, may I have another of your warm hugs?”

“Yes, hugging is my favorite.” Especially now that I’d been in Daddy T’s cuddly arms.

He opened the car door for me and buckled me in. “Goodnight, sweet boy. Drive safely, please.”

“Yes, Daddy T, and thank you for dinner.” He waved as I backed out and I swear I grinned all the way home. As soon as I stepped inside, I checked my phone. Seven texts and one missed call from Henry.

Henry: Did he talk to you? What did he say?

Henry: Daddy Mitchell and Daddy Jensen say he’s really, really nice.

Henry: Are you okay?

Henry: Where are you?

Henry: You’re scaring me, Jamie. Call me.