Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“All done.” My naughty man beamed. “Good job remembering that, baby.”
I’d made him happy.
He was cute when he was happy even if he was naughty.
Oh.
I could make him happy again.
I made the more sign and pointed to my milk.
I got milk.
Not talking was nice because it got me what I wanted faster.
It even got me head kisses and smiles from my naughty man as he took his last bite and stood up from the table as he gave me my quiet toy. “Alright. Five minutes for me to clean up the kitchen because I’m in control.”
I didn’t have grown-up hands, so I couldn’t help, but I could be a good boy and sit nice. I wouldn’t wiggle too much or fall off or do anything to make him frown.
Good boys got rewards and I was my naughty man’s bestest good boy.
Chapter 12
Micha
Little-ish.
I didn’t think he’d fully found the headspace but he’d definitely inched closer after enjoying his bottle and getting his new spoons.
The divider plate hadn’t done anything for him but the spoons had been magic, and he still had a death grip on the one I’d given him to play with while I fed him.
“I think we should watch cartoons and color for a little while.” I turned back to see his head bobbing up and down as he shuffled his feet back and forth.
We’d picked out a table that was higher than normal to make it easier for me to fit my legs under it, but the fun side effect was that his feet didn’t touch the ground unless he was wearing shoes. So his wiggles made him look more adorable than he realized.
“Perfect.” Then I’d get him his dessert and feed him some chocolate poop while we relaxed. “And I haven’t forgotten how good you’re being.”
His head was bopping side to side and he was back to sucking on his binkie like it was trying to escape.
Ashton clearly had thoughts about being good but nothing he was doing gave me enough to guess what they were.
“Alright. I’m almost done.” If he was relaxed, I wasn’t going to worry. “Are you ready?”
Wiping my hands off, I chuckled as he raised his arms and flapped his mitt-covered hands at me. “Hmm? Is my boy asking to be picked up or is he pretending to be a monkey?”
He loved watching any kind of orangutan, monkey, or gorilla in person or in videos, so I wasn’t surprised when he laughed around the binkie and his whole body got in on the action. “Monkey. I knew it.”
That got even more laughter from him as I filled up another bottle of milk, but he didn’t have a reaction to it. Ashton was too busy giggling and being a monkey. Something about the mitts made the act even cuter but that might’ve been because of the way it was shaping his hands.
“I bet I have a clingy monkey.” Setting the bottle in the fridge, I went over and pretended to study my monkey. “Or does he want to walk and pretend to be a boy?”
No.
He wanted to be picked up and nearly jumped into my arms.
His momentum made it even easier and he was wrapped around me like a monkey before I could take a breath. “Yep, clingy monkey.”
One who loved being carried no matter if he was big or not.
This version of Ashton giggled and buried his face against my neck, though, and didn’t moan or try to hump me.
“Let’s go play.” My next shopping trip was going to be for some toy animals or a little zoo setup since he seemed to love anything and everything connected to it, but for the time being, cartoons and crayons would work.
He was wrapped tight enough around me that I grabbed his toys before heading into the living room and we made it safely to the couch, giggling monkey and all. “Cuddle time first. I need my snuggly boy.”
Ashton seemed perfectly content with that plan, wiggling around to sit on my lap with his legs stretched down the couch. He even gave me a hug and nuzzled his nose against my cheek as he got comfortable, but the binkie stayed firmly in place.
Not being able to talk had definitely helped him find the right headspace.
His brain always worked too fast and finding ways to slow it down had been important, but the physical reminders that I was going to make all the decisions seemed to help in a new way. The binkie with making sure he knew he couldn’t talk me out of anything or into it, and the mitts with making him realize he was completely depending on me.
That was going to be more evident sooner rather than later when his rubbing wiggles turned into a potty dance. We didn’t seem to be at that point yet, but he’d drunk a lot of milk and I had another bottle ready to go.