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“You’re welcome, sweetie. Why don’t you little vampires go pick out which outfits you want to wear to the club while I make us a snack?”

Both Silas and I squealed in excitement, but Silas just nodded while I spoke. That was okay; it wasn’t unusual for Silas not to talk very much, if at all, when regressing, so I had no problem speaking for both of us. “We can do that! Come on, Si. Let’s go pick out clothes.”

Daddy stood and ruffled our hair at the same time, making us giggle. “My little vampires are too cute.” He placed a kiss on our noses and then headed toward the kitchen.

“Come on, Si, let’s go get ready! I can’t wait to play with you.” Part of me felt guilty about how excited I was to finally get to play with Silas without worrying about him. I loved Silas more than anything -well, except our Daddy- and I would always worry about him. However, the relief of finally having a Daddy was intense. I couldn’t wait to get to play with my mate while our Daddy doted on us. Now I could focus on just being with him and having fun. That’s what truly mattered.

Removing myself from Silas’s hold, I stood up off the couch and held a hand out for him. “Come on, Si, let’s go pick out a sloth onesie for you. Oh! I wonder if my bat onesie is clean.” I was extremely thankful that we now had a Daddy. Silas and I were horrible at remembering to switch our clothes from the washer to the dryer and were always running low on clean clothes. Judging by how neat Daddy’s place was, even if it was covered in books, made me confident that he would be much better at the laundry than Silas and me.

Thankfully, my bat onesie was clean. I laid out Silas’s changing mat and supplies and put both our onesies on the bed so everything would be ready when it was time to change. Just as I finished getting everything laid out, I heard Daddy’s voice calling out from the kitchen. “Snacks ready. Please finish and go wash your hands.” Ugh. See? The perfect Daddy.

“Yes, Daddy, we will.”

Silas took the lead this time. One hand was firmly stuck to his face as he sucked his thumb, and the other reached out to grab my hand as he led us toward the bathroom. “Mon Bubbie. Wash,” He urged me as he led us to the sink. Wanting to pamper my adorable mate, I grabbed his hands and pumped a generous amount of soap into both of our palms, and began scrubbing our hands together. Silas squirmed against me and giggled as I rinsed away all the soapy bubbles. No matter what, I’d always love taking care of him in little ways like this, plus it was fun. Bubbles were the best and even better with giggles.

“All clean!”

Silas kissed my lips and ducked his head. “Thanks, Bubbie.” If I had a heart, it would have exploded.

“You’re welcome, Si. Let’s go, Daddy’s waiting.”

Chapter thirteen

Silas

“This way, Daddy!” Griffin instructed as he led us both down the hallway to the club’s entrance.

“We’re coming, sweetie. Slow down, Daddy’s old and ca-” Daddy stopped mid-sentence when he realized his mistake. Griffin and I looked like we were in our late twenties by human standards, but we were over three hundred years old. “Well, I can’t use that. You two are like five times my age.” All three of us burst into a fit of giggles.

Just as our laughter was starting to die down, I heard Charles’s deep voice. “Hello, Warren. I love the onesies, boys. You both look adorable.”

“Thanks, Charles.” My words were slurred as I spoke around my pacifier.

“Thank you Charles! I’m a bat!” Griffin squealed in excitement and flapped his arms, making the wings of his onesie sway with his movements. My Bubbie was adorable.

“Good to see you again, Charles. Thanks for letting us stop by early.” Daddy’s smile was warm as he spoke to him. I was glad they seemed to be getting along so far. Griffin and I were amazing, but Daddy was going to need others in his life, and I was happy that Charles would be one of them.

“Of course. You three actually saved me from paperwork. How about we get these two set up in the playroom, and then we can have a chat.”

Griffin and I exclaimed in excitement at the mention of the playroom.

“Sounds like a plan,” Daddy said with confidence as he grabbed hold of our hands. I loved that he just took my hand. Don’t get me wrong, asking permission was sexy too, but there was something extra special about seeing my confident Daddy grab my hand like it was his. Because it was his, and the fact that he knew it too was sexy as fuck.

My cock was rock hard against the cotton of my diaper as we walked hand in hand, following Charles to the playroom. Daddy stared wide-eyed as we walked through the main doors. The club was large enough that Charles had designed it with two separate entrances. However, a hallway connected the two spaces for those who wanted to mingle between them. One side was for the more intense BDSM lifestyles, and this side catered to the softer ones.

The club wasn’t technically open yet, so we moved through the quiet halls until we reached the entrance to the playroom. The space was massive and had everything a little or middle could want. Warren gasped in awe, and he spun around the room, taking it all in. There was everything from cribs and giant rocking chairs to gaming consoles and beanbag chairs. It was an age regressors’ heaven.

Griffin and I had been here plenty of times before, but just like every time we came here, we were overwhelmed by all the options. Usually, when we were struggling to decide what to do, we’d ask Charles for help, but now that we had Daddy, that felt wrong. Griffin and I looked at each other in confusion.

We both relaxed when we heard Charles speak to Daddy. “Warren, I don’t want to overstep, but would you mind if I help you get your mates set up and comfortable before we talk?” My eyes darted over to Daddy to see his reaction. His face was hard and unreadable but not unpleasant. When he didn’t say anything, Charles continued. “I won’t touch them or anything; it will be like a teaching moment. If you have any questions, I’m here to help.”

Daddy’s body relaxed, and he smiled. “That sounds great. Thank you, Charles.”

Charles nodded and walked over to stand in front of Griffin and me. “Griffin, would you like to continue playing that fantasy RPG you started a few months ago?”

Griffin’s face lit up with pure excitement. “Yes! I’d forgotten about that.” For a moment, he hesitated, but then spoke. “What about Si? I don’t want to leave him alone, and he doesn’t like video games.” I scooted closer and grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed, silently telling him I’d be okay. Griffin wanted to game, and he should. I could always go curl up in a bean bag or something.

Charles ruffled Griffin’s hair to soothe him. “Hey, it’s okay. See how there’s that giant couch with multiple TVs in front of it?”