On the Friday before Memorial day, we headed towards Indiana, where we stopped for the night, before heading further towards home. We made a stop in Max’s hometown to see his parents and siblings, and then headed back to my house. I stopped in the road, let the car off, then backed the RV into the driveway, unlocked the garage, and got the RV docked and then into the house to stay for a few weeks.
We spent the next week relaxing, getting the paperwork done on the purchase of the house, and talking over our next adventure, but more importantly where ‘we’ were going.
Our relationship was unique. I knew he was not attracted to men, I was. It’s not like I would turn him down, but the spark was not really there between us. Really my only drive was being little and cared for. I just felt like I was holding him back, I mean you live with and take care of a overgrown toddler, what is in it for him? Was I falling in love with somebody who would never be in love with me? Was he just in it for the money, after all I pay for everything, including the agreed upon student loans for him. Changing a few diapers and babysitting a toddler isn’t such hard work.
“So can you believe it has been 9 months that we have been together running around this country and globe?” I said. “What do you want to do next, we’ve seen the Grand Canyon, Gulf of Mexico, most of Route 66, the Florida keys?”
“I dunno, let me think for a few days. How about we go to that Italian place in Columbus Saturday night?” He said
“Sure thing” I said, wondering why he would pick out of the blue a fancy restaurant. Was he up to something? I tried to get into the question of ‘where are we going in this whole relationship thing?’ I really wanted to know. Should I let him go, it’s not like he sees me as a lover, he is more of my caregiver, and I know that in good relationships that each party must satisfy the needs of the other. I just wanted to be sure that he knew that I would understand if he wanted to see somebody else or even not be my daddy anymore.
A couple times that week he had taken off in the car saying that he had to go run some errands or do something, or being pre-occupied with his phone.
I had asked if there was something wrong, or something he wanted to talk about, since he had been kind of distant and secretive this week. He just said there was nothing wrong. I was beginning to get a little upset.
So when we drove to the restaurant I figured that we would be breaking up or something. As every other relationship I was in they asked to go out to eat to break up so it would not be a scene.
We got there and sat down and Max handed me a fancy looking bib, that is what it was. We had dinner and made small talk.
“So have you had a chance to think about what the next adventure is going to be?” I asked
“Honestly, anywhere with you is where I want to go. That is, if you will have me?” He said
“Sure I will have you, I love having you travel with me. I just worry that you’re getting nothing out of this relationship. What’s in it for you? I know you aren’t attracted to men.”
“I don’t feel attracted to other men, just you. From the moment I met you on the cruise I was in love, I love that you live so freely, you see the world through the eyes of a child and are who you are. I cannot imagine being together with anybody else either. These last 9 months have been the best time I have ever had with anybody.” He said.
That night as Max got me out of my diaper but before re-diapering me, he kissed me on the lips, something he had not done before, usually just on the forehead. He had me diapered back up and we went to the living room and sat on the sofa, me drinking a warm bottle of milk as he stroked my head.
“So at the restaurant, I asked you what was in it for you in this relationship; tell me?” I asked
“I get the joys of being your daddy and making you happy. I have never had this much joy with any of my old partners. Seeing you happy, makes me happy. I hope I make you happy too” He said
“You do make me very happy to have somebody take care of me, and I am happy that I make you happy too” I said, which I really meant too.
That night I laid in my crib as the stars on the ceiling swirled around and drifted off the sleep. The next morning I awoke to the smell of bacon and other breakfast stuff. Now, like a good baby, I stayed in my crib until daddy came in to get me up, even though I could have very well lowered the side rail and climbed out on my own.
“Did daddy’s little boy sleep good last night?” Max said as he popped his head in around the door.
“Um hmm” I said around the pacifier that found it’s way into my mouth.
“Well let’s get your pants changed and get you fed then” He said as he walked in and lowered the crib rail and I crawled out and onto the changing table.
Next I waddled out to the kitchen in just my onsie and diaper and went to sit at the table before being re-directed to the high chair “Little ones eat in the high chair”, he said as I climbed into the high chair and awaited the tray to be snapped onto the arms of the chair.
He had fixed French toast, which he cut into little bites and bacon. I proceeded to dig in with just my fingers before he could grab a fork for me to use. I ended up getting syrup all on my hands, face, on the bib, and even in my hair.
“Well you made a mess, time for a bath for you. How did you get syrup in your hair?” He said.
“I dunno daddy” I said, somewhat trying to get down out of the high chair, but finding that max would not let me touch him.
I had recently switched to cloth diapers when we were in the house, so I did not waste a diaper per-say, it was still dry. Max got me undressed and bathed me in the tub before leaving me to play in the bathtub with my toys. I assumed that he was cleaning up the mess on the high chair.
He returned about 15 minutes later with a big fluffy towel and set it on the vanity before he reached in and pulled the plug in the bathtub. He then motioned for me to stand up as he started to dry me from top to bottom, finally wrapping me in the towel before directing me to the bedroom. I climbed onto the changing table and the awaiting cloth diaper.
Once changed into an outfit I helped daddy gather the laundry and we carried it downstairs and started the laundry.
While we waited for the laundry to wash we got to talking about our next adventures.On the Friday before Memorial day, we headed towards Indiana, where we stopped for the night, before heading further towards home. We made a stop in Max’s hometown to see his parents and siblings, and then headed back to my house. I stopped in the road, let the car off, then backed the RV into the driveway, unlocked the garage, and got the RV docked and then into the house to stay for a few weeks.
We spent the next week relaxing, getting the paperwork done on the purchase of the house, and talking over our next adventure, but more importantly where ‘we’ were going.
Our relationship was unique. I knew he was not attracted to men, I was. It’s not like I would turn him down, but the spark was not really there between us. Really my only drive was being little and cared for. I just felt like I was holding him back, I mean you live with and take care of a overgrown toddler, what is in it for him? Was I falling in love with somebody who would never be in love with me? Was he just in it for the money, after all I pay for everything, including the agreed upon student loans for him. Changing a few diapers and babysitting a toddler isn’t such hard work.
“So can you believe it has been 9 months that we have been together running around this country and globe?” I said. “What do you want to do next, we’ve seen the Grand Canyon, Gulf of Mexico, most of Route 66, the Florida keys?”
“I dunno, let me think for a few days. How about we go to that Italian place in Columbus Saturday night?” He said
“Sure thing” I said, wondering why he would pick out of the blue a fancy restaurant. Was he up to something? I tried to get into the question of ‘where are we going in this whole relationship thing?’ I really wanted to know. Should I let him go, it’s not like he sees me as a lover, he is more of my caregiver, and I know that in good relationships that each party must satisfy the needs of the other. I just wanted to be sure that he knew that I would understand if he wanted to see somebody else or even not be my daddy anymore.
A couple times that week he had taken off in the car saying that he had to go run some errands or do something, or being pre-occupied with his phone.
I had asked if there was something wrong, or something he wanted to talk about, since he had been kind of distant and secretive this week. He just said there was nothing wrong. I was beginning to get a little upset.
So when we drove to the restaurant I figured that we would be breaking up or something. As every other relationship I was in they asked to go out to eat to break up so it would not be a scene.
We got there and sat down and Max handed me a fancy looking bib, that is what it was. We had dinner and made small talk.
“So have you had a chance to think about what the next adventure is going to be?” I asked
“Honestly, anywhere with you is where I want to go. That is, if you will have me?” He said
“Sure I will have you, I love having you travel with me. I just worry that you’re getting nothing out of this relationship. What’s in it for you? I know you aren’t attracted to men.”
“I don’t feel attracted to other men, just you. From the moment I met you on the cruise I was in love, I love that you live so freely, you see the world through the eyes of a child and are who you are. I cannot imagine being together with anybody else either. These last 9 months have been the best time I have ever had with anybody.” He said.
That night as Max got me out of my diaper but before re-diapering me, he kissed me on the lips, something he had not done before, usually just on the forehead. He had me diapered back up and we went to the living room and sat on the sofa, me drinking a warm bottle of milk as he stroked my head.
“So at the restaurant, I asked you what was in it for you in this relationship; tell me?” I asked
“I get the joys of being your daddy and making you happy. I have never had this much joy with any of my old partners. Seeing you happy, makes me happy. I hope I make you happy too” He said
“You do make me very happy to have somebody take care of me, and I am happy that I make you happy too” I said, which I really meant too.
That night I laid in my crib as the stars on the ceiling swirled around and drifted off the sleep. The next morning I awoke to the smell of bacon and other breakfast stuff. Now, like a good baby, I stayed in my crib until daddy came in to get me up, even though I could have very well lowered the side rail and climbed out on my own.
“Did daddy’s little boy sleep good last night?” Max said as he popped his head in around the door.
“Um hmm” I said around the pacifier that found it’s way into my mouth.
“Well let’s get your pants changed and get you fed then” He said as he walked in and lowered the crib rail and I crawled out and onto the changing table.
Next I waddled out to the kitchen in just my onsie and diaper and went to sit at the table before being re-directed to the high chair “Little ones eat in the high chair”, he said as I climbed into the high chair and awaited the tray to be snapped onto the arms of the chair.
He had fixed French toast, which he cut into little bites and bacon. I proceeded to dig in with just my fingers before he could grab a fork for me to use. I ended up getting syrup all on my hands, face, on the bib, and even in my hair.
“Well you made a mess, time for a bath for you. How did you get syrup in your hair?” He said.
“I dunno daddy” I said, somewhat trying to get down out of the high chair, but finding that max would not let me touch him.
I had recently switched to cloth diapers when we were in the house, so I did not waste a diaper per-say, it was still dry. Max got me undressed and bathed me in the tub before leaving me to play in the bathtub with my toys. I assumed that he was cleaning up the mess on the high chair.
He returned about 15 minutes later with a big fluffy towel and set it on the vanity before he reached in and pulled the plug in the bathtub. He then motioned for me to stand up as he started to dry me from top to bottom, finally wrapping me in the towel before directing me to the bedroom. I climbed onto the changing table and the awaiting cloth diaper.
Once changed into an outfit I helped daddy gather the laundry and we carried it downstairs and started the laundry.
While we waited for the laundry to wash we got to talking about our next adventures.