I was leaving. Now. Rational thought fled. As I turned around, bam, I ran full speed into a substantial body. Blinking, I faced a broad chest. The owner of the said chest helped steady me before I could fall back on my ass. Damn. So much for my quiet flight. I looked up and blinked at my rescuer. He was maybe around forty, with dark hair and kind, brown eyes. Since I was only five-foot-three inches, Mr. Chest had to be at least five-foot-ten inches with a sleek athletic build. He looked like a perfect Daddy, but he had a worried look on his face. He must have said something and was concerned when I didn’t answer. I looked at his perfect set of lips.
“Are you ok?”
No, I was not ok and just realized that the universe hated me. First, it made me come here to witness how perfect the love between a Daddy and a Little was, and then I ran head-on into an ideal looking Daddy. A Daddy, I could never have. My eyes filled with tears, and I barely caught his lips moving again.
“Oh, no, Little Boy. Don't cry. You're ok.”
When he called me Little Boy, cue the waterworks, I started to sob. Unable to focus on his lips anymore, I didn’t catch what he was saying. Des was by my side in an instant, grabbing my chin gently and forcing me to look at him.
“Henry, are you ok? What’s wrong?” Des signed. Typically, Des was all smiles and laughter, but now he looked scared. Oh, yeah. Ava had probably told him that I was coming over and to watch for me.
“I want to go home.” My hands shook as I signed my response. Before Des could sign something in return, Mr. Perfect Daddy gently tapped my shoulder, and I gazed up at him.
“Hi. My name is Caden.” He spelled out his name for me.My mouth dropped open. He knew sign language, and even his signing was perfect. “Is this your first time?”
I nodded and just stared at him.
“It’s scary, right?”
I nodded, but scary wasn't even close to how I felt. It was terrifying and hurtful. But then Mr. Perfect Daddy, no, Caden smiled and handed me a hanky. Not a tissue. No, he gave me a real, classic white cloth hanky. It was soft, and I blew my nose. When I glanced back at him, he was smiling even wider. There was a problem with the hanky, though. I couldn't just put it in my pocket as I would have with a tissue. Caden seemed to sense my dilemma because he nodded at me.
“Keep it. I have a drawer where they magically appear when I need one.”
Caden winked, and I giggled. While I put it into my pocket, I gathered up all the courage I got and raised my hands.
“How do you know how to sign?”
“My sister was born deaf, so the whole family learned sign language.”
Of course, that made sense since he was a Daddy; at least I thought he was a Daddy. He acted like a Daddy. With a confident posture and he took charge like a Daddy. Not to mention he carried a hanky. With all the research I did for my alter ego, Little Boy Blue, and about age play, I knew in my heart what a Daddy looked like and how he would act. The list of Daddy criteria had been building for years, and Caden was hitting all the marks so far.
Not knowing what to say or do next, I glanced at Des. He stood a few feet away now and was watching us with a smile on his lips. When he caught me looking at him, he winked, nodded, and made a go on motion with his hands and walked away. Oh great.
Thank you very much, Des. But that meant that Des thought I was in good hands with Caden. Des was a good judge of character, so if he told me to go on, I could trust him. Caden tapped my shoulder, and I looked up at him.
“I know that it's scary to come here for the first time, especially for a Little. But this is a safe space, Henry. Can I make a suggestion?” he signed.
I frowned but nodded.
“Would you like to sit down with me and talk before we meet the others?”
My mouth dropped open again when he said we, but before I could overthink it, I nodded. When I did, Caden’s face lit up.
“Great.”
When he held out his hand to me, I stared at it for a second. It was another Daddy move, and I loved it. But it also scared me. Because this couldn’t be real, someone like Caden must have a Boy. He was just too perfect to be alone. He playfully wiggled his fingers, and tentatively I reached out and took his hand. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. When I looked back up again, I caught something in his gaze. He looked like he was proud of me. Blushing, I let him lead me to a booth, just far enough away from the table with the two couples to have a bit of privacy. Caden stopped in front of the booth and turned, so I could see him signing again.
“Sit down, and I will get us something to drink. Have you eaten?”
“No. It doesn't make much sense to eat at home when you're visiting a bar at dinner time,” I signed back, and Caden tipped his head back, and it looked like he was laughing.
“Fair enough. Would you like to have dinner with me then?”
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