Page 28 of Schooling Little Sage

Was it nerves that had me moving at a snail’s pace clearing the kitchen, and, if so, why was I nervous? I was the experienced one here.

Because this time matters more than any other has.

Get it together, Warner.

“Little butterfly, get your toys cleaned up please. Daddy’s gonna run your bath.”

“Yay! Tubby time!”

That gave me a few minutes to calm myself down, get the bubbles going, and pour in his surprise package of multicolored mini rubber duckies.

“Rainbow duckies! Thank you, Daddy.”

I turned to kiss him and shook my head the second I saw nothing but skin. “You’re welcome, but why are you naked? Where are your clothes, Sage?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. They just went poof! Can I get in now?”

There would never be a dull moment with this boy in my life.

“In you go.” First thing he did was line up his tubby toys.

“Duckie, seal, duckie, whale, duckie, shark. Sharkie, duckies are friends and we don’t eat them, so be a good boy.” Even his toys weren’t allowed to fight. Sage avoided conflict in every aspect of his life. “Where’s my… there he is. Duckie, Shamu, duckie, fishie.” Yes, he did indeed have two different whales, and one was a Shamu twin.

With Sage entertained, I gathered the supplies I’d need for a thorough shower once he was out. It’d been a while since I bottomed, and if my boy ever did, I’d have to remember to cover the hygienic basics with him beforehand. I knew the internet was his go to, but it wasn’t always to be trusted.

“PJs, yes or no?”

He gave me a stinky side-eye that was more adorable than menacing, which I believe was what he was going for. “Daaaddddyyyyyy.”

“Hey, just double checking. You could’ve changed your mind.” This Daddy had just been properly schooled by his snarky boy.

“Nakey. You and me.” Bubbles floated through the air as he pointed between us.

“Sir, yes sir,” I saluted him.

“Nope, Daddy’s in charge.”

Yeah… right.

“Alright, my adorable prune, put your toys in the bag.” The mesh one hanging on the side of the tub was ideal for drying and keeping his tubby toys fresh. I helped him out and dried him off but before I could slip his robe on, he took off toward the bedroom giggling.

“Daddy can’t catch me!”

Game on!

Right as he jumped for the bed, I caught him midair, tackling him atop it. “Never”–tickle—“underestimate”—tickle, giggles, more tickles—“your Daddy.” A barrage of tickles and giggles followed.

“Gonna pee! Gonna pee!” Gasping for breath, his laughter slowed. Those bright blue eyes peered up at me. “I love you, Daddy.”

I stole a kiss and was reluctant to break it, though I knew we’d share more intimate ones very soon. But having my naked boy beneath me was proving to be a challenge to move away from for even a moment. “I love you too, Sage. Alright, you go pee while Daddy showers.”

Chapter Nine

So excited. And nervous. But I was more excited.

I think…

Daddy was finally gonna let us have sex.