Milk For His Little (The Lactin Brotherhood #12)

15. Kasper

Chapter 15

Kasper

It was date night.

Shawn and I were going to the club tonight after a nice dinner out, and it was all I could think about. As I drove in to work, I thought about what I’d order for dinner. During my morning meetings? I was thinking about what I wanted to wear. While I was tweaking some paperwork, I considered asking him to stay home instead so I could fuck his brains out. Not a second of my day wasn’t filled with thoughts of our night.

We’d been on dates before. Of course we had. But this one was different, and I was looking forward to having a night of both Big and Little—the best of all worlds. It was going to be epic—or at least that was how I built it up in my mind.

I left work as soon as I was able and went home to get ready. I wore a nice outfit for our dinner—slacks with a button shirt and tie; we were going to a Japanese steakhouse we had both been wanting to try. Dressing up was par for the course. But that was only half of our date.

After digging through my closet to fish it out, I started to pack my Little bag. Tonight, I planned on wearing a new outfit that Daddy had gotten me, which was already folded nicely and put into the bag. It was an adorable long-sleeve onesie with rainbow stripes on the sleeves and a unicorn on the front. It was paired with some bright red shorts and silver knee-highs. I was going to look flipping adorable.

Unsure how long we were going to stay, I also brought a pacifier with a clip, and one of my favorite books. It was funny how my views on books had changed since I met him – since I started having milkies often at story time at home. That wasn’t something I was going to do there, but the cuddles? Yeah, that we could do in one of their ginormous rocking chairs.

I zipped everything up and waited for him to arrive. I still had about an hour before Shawn was set to arrive, but tell that to my patience. It didn’t help that I had raced to get ready.

A half hour later there was a knock at my door. I was relieved when he showed up early. He knew I’d be impatiently waiting. It’s what I did. I didn’t know if that was why he’d shown up early exactly, but that was my guess. He was that kind of Daddy.

Shawn gave me a kiss and grabbed my backpack. “Ready to go?”

I grabbed his hand, and we headed out.

The steakhouse was great. It had delicious food, a wonderful ambiance, and we were seated with enough privacy that we could just talk and be ourselves, without worrying about being too loud and interrupting the next table—or being distracted by something the people closest to us were saying. We ended up not getting dessert, though, because Nook had just added a new line of sweet treats to their menu that we wanted to try, including some designed just for Littles.

After dinner, we went right over to the club and used one of the changing rooms so Daddy could help me get ready. I loved having him dress me, and soon enough, it was time to play.

Hand in hand, we walked to the Little room. We’d talked on the ride about what I wanted to do. We didn’t have as much time tonight, not with having a nice leisurely dinner first, and I’d seen in the newest email that they just added new car ramps. Cars weren’t my favorite of Little activities, but watching them go fast down a ramp? Yeah, that I was all about.

When we walked into the Little room, it was clear I wasn’t the only one excited about the new toy. It was quite popular, more than a handful of Littles all playing with it at once, their Daddies standing back a bit and chatting together as their little ones played.

Liam was among them, and he saw me, his face lighting up with a smile, and waved.

“Do you want to play with your friends today?” Shawn asked.

I looked up at him. I hadn’t thought about that. I just assumed it would be the two of us playing together. Wasn’t that what tonight was about? I could practically hear Daddy telling me that tonight, for him, was about giving me what I needed, and for now, that was playing with my friends. I didn’t even pretend to argue with him

“Is that okay?” I asked, double-checking that I’d understood correctly. I wouldn’t want to make him mad because I was a bad listener.

He ruffled my hair. “Absolutely.”

I sprinted over to the racetrack and grabbed one of the cars, excited to put it down on the top of the big ramp and see how fast it could go. I played for a long time with Liam and the cars, Daddy just standing there watching, giving me nods and smiles as I did. But eventually, as fun as my friends were, I needed Daddy.

I walked over to him and asked for a story. “Story time?”

“I didn’t bring your book from the changing room, sweet boy.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “We’ll get a book here.”

And we did. We found one about race cars and went over to one of the big rocking chairs, and he sat down with me in his lap. As he read me the story, I snuggled in close, and the next thing I knew, he was waking me up.

“I fell asleep?”

“You did, my sweet boy.”

“I’m sorry. I’m awake now.” It was too soon for our night out to be over just because I fell asleep.

“Yes, you are,” he said with a smile, “but we can go home.”

“But we just got here to play.” Maybe. I wasn’t sure what time it was.

“True, but that doesn’t mean we need to keep playing all night. Let’s get you home and into bed.”

“Milkies?”

He kissed my forehead. “Yes. Milkies.”