S T E F A N
I stared at the small, angelic, and precious boy in my arms so fondly. He was lying on top of my chest, his breathing soft and gentle. I had to blink several times just to make sure that my eyes are not playing a trick on me. Oliver passed out from too much stress and maybe, from lack of sleep. I figured that he has been thinking so much of his answer that he lost sleep. I am so moved because I know that he really thought of me, but him losing sleep over this was unacceptable. I was willing to wait no matter how long.
When Oliver uttered the word 'daddy', my pants tightened and my dominant self immediately went on a rampage. I had the meeting adjourned way ahead of time because my senses went haywire when I realized the meaning behind that single word. Oliver chose me. He accepted me. I couldn't be happier when Oliver wrapped his arms around my waist and said in a shy voice,
"My answer is yes, Stefan. I accept you as my daddy dom. I am in your care."
I still can't help but grin whenever I remember his words. Oliver is just so sweet. I have finally found my perfect little. It has been so long, but he's finally here in my arms. It feels so surreal, but he's here. A little made for me-just me.
My baby boy is just so precious. With those brown-colored droopy eyes which made him even younger and lovable; his cute nose and crimson cheeks that squeezed my heart; and his lush, pinkish lips that make my mouth water and my throat dry.
Oliver stirred in his sleep and nuzzled into my neck, then sighed pleasantly. Today, we are heading straight into our home. When I told him that my manor has stringent security details, Oliver agreed to stay with me. Though I am still curious about what led him paranoid about his safety, I will just wait for him to tell me.
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Stefan Alexandrei's Manor
About an hour later, we safely arrived at my mansion. After having my fingerprint scanned, we went upstairs, straight into my bedroom, and laid my baby gently. After tucking him in, I went down and whipped some food in the kitchen.
I prepared fluffy pancakes with strawberry jam on the side, some soft and cheesy egg omelet, and my very own passion-fruit and apple-infused fruit iced tea. Oliver mentioned earlier that he wasn't able to finish his breakfast because of his nerves, so I decided to cook for him again.
I also tossed a mango-flavored sponge cake topped with soft cream just in case my baby needs some sweets. I placed the food in a tray and was on my way to the room when I heard a frightened whimper and choked sobs.
I panicked and rushed upstairs in record time. I opened the door and what I witnessed broke my heart. My baby boy is thrashing on the bed, crumpling the sheets, with his face scrunched, tears falling like a waterfall, drenching his cheeks, and soaking his pillow.
I walked towards him and scooped him up, whispering comforting words and humming until he calmed down. "Shh...you're safe, baby boy. Daddy's here," I cooed my baby and peppered gentle kisses on the boy's tear-stained face.
I wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. My left hand is on his nape, gently massaging it, while my right arm is situated under his bum, rocking him softly.
He shifted and nuzzled on my throat, and let out a soft purr which sent sparks of pleasure inside me. I sat down on the bed and leaned against the headboard, while my right hand moved from his bum to his lower back and drew small circles to soothe the trembling body.
Oliver sighed in contentment, as I nuzzle against his hair, inhaling the faint scent of summer roses and something sweet. Damn, his natural scent is so sweet and addicting, making my lower body heat up. I continued humming and drawing circles around his back until I heard his soft snores. That made me smile and just unbelievably happy. I think his food can wait till later. I don't want to disrupt his sleep.
I was back from my business trip in England and was extremely irritated because of the incessant calls and texts from my recent ex-little. I should have blocked him or changed my number. For the nth time, I failed to find my perfect little one.
I was actually about to give up, drink all night, and work all day, wasting my life away until fate decided otherwise. When my baby boy bumped into me--the momentary brush of our body sent sparks flying and the temperature around us upped a few notches.
However, when I tried to help him up, he scampered away and whimpered, scared of me. That instinctual rejection pinned needles on my heart, almost crushing me. I don't want him scared of me. As a daddy, my baby boy should feel safe and secure inside my arms, not trembling in fear.
When he finally looked up, I held my breath. His innocence and beauty were so blinding that I won't question if someone told me that I met an angel. His brown hair sparkled against the light, and his cheeks were painted rosy red which made him even more beautiful in my eyes.
I had never imagined that such an angelic, innocent creature is out alone. What if someone takes advantage of him? The skittish little won't be able to protect himself if someone decided to drag him somewhere and do bad things to him. My jaw clenched as I gritted my teeth, trying to rid of worst-case scenarios. I calmed myself so as not to scare my baby.
I will not fuck this up. I finally found my little one. I will shower him with love and anything he desires because he deserves it.
My perfect, precious little baby.
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O L L I E
I slowly opened my eyes and muffled my yawns by nuzzling into the source of comfort and warmth beside me. When the familiar scent of sandalwood with a hint of vanilla assaulted my senses, I scrambled away and sat up but two muscled arms kept me in place. The handsome stranger slowly pulled his body to sit up and face me, with his arms wound around my small waist.
Stefan. That's right. Everything that went down earlier crashed on me, and relief washed over me. My shoulders relaxed, and when I did, I just realized how close he is to me. I just stayed there, frozen, and my eyes fixed on my hands as I wring my fingers, my mind running like an over-speeding vehicle because I feel like I'm about to go crazy.
It didn't help that the man's scent is driving my senses into mush and I am trying hard not to go back and bask in his wonderful scent inside his arms.
"Baby, how are you? Does your head hurt? How about some water?" I slowly lifted my head to give face to the gentle yet deep voice and found myself flushing because of his intense gaze.
My hands went up to cover my heated face and softly grunted. I feel so embarrassed, blushing furiously with just his stare. But all my hesitations vanished when I heard him chuckle. I eventually removed my hands from my face and lifted my gaze to look again at the handsome man in front of me.
I tilted my head to the side at the man's amused expression. "W-Why...what's funny?" I inquired so softly; the wind can easily blow it away.
Stefan gazed at me, shook his head, and the fond expression visible on those attractive features gave my heart a gentle squeeze. When he lifted one of his hands to reach for one of my cheeks, I leaned into the warm hand without hesitation.
My body responded on instinct. This resulted to a rumbling of pleasure from deep inside his chest, seeming pleased with my actions. While leaning into his hands, I gently smiled and stared right into those emerald eyes. "I'm good, just a bit parched," I answered the previous question.
"Is that so?" He glanced at the tray but only a glass of fruit tea was there. He sighed and looked at me apologetically. "I'll just get a glass of water downstairs. Will you be fine here by yourself?"
I was alarmed at his question and when he slowly pulled himself away, I grabbed his hands and whimpered in protest; my lips trembling. Being left all alone in an unfamiliar environment scared the wits out of me. The mere thought of being separated from my only sense of familiarity terrified me.
"N-No... want D-Daddy...no..." I lifted my arms towards the man, asking him to carry me so we can spend more time together. I don't care if he thinks of me as a needy person but I can't bear being left alone. I feel more comfortable inside his embrace.
It's kind of amazing how I can easily slip into my little headspace with him around. It must speak volumes of my trust towards him even if I just met him a few days ago. He cooed and gently kissed my forehead, while I giggled and bounced in his hold. Instead of reprimanding me, he just chuckled and kissed my cheek.
"Okay, baby. I won't leave. Are you fine with a fruit tea instead?" He asked me softly and I nodded my head. He put me back down on the bed and brought the tray, placing it on the nearby chair. He picked up the glass of fruit tea and carefully brought it to my lips.
I hummed and moaned when the wonderful flavor burst in my mouth. I almost finished the whole glass, and he praised me for doing a good job. When my mind registered the mouth-watering goodness this kind man prepared, my stomach rumbled again and he wasted no time in feeding me until I am full.
"Thank you for the food. It was delicious." I did not realize that I was hungry until now. Anxiety and nerves do that to you.
He smiled and threaded through my hair. "I'm glad. It was worth the effort then." I just stared at Stefan and I can't help but swoon at him. Isn't he too good to be real? "Thankfully, the meal I prepared was still warm. Do you need anything?" He asked again and put the empty tray with just dishes on the coffee table.
"Um... can I hug you then? As thanks?" I asked hesitantly, and he grinned and nodded. When his face lit up in happiness, I know I made the right decision. He opened his arms and I slowly let myself be enclosed in his warm embrace. He nuzzled into my neck, peppering soft kisses on my soft spot.
I can't stop myself from giggling because he kept on blowing raspberries on my neck and tickling me. "No... stop please. Daddy...Ollie tickles..." I pleaded in between giggles. The man stopped and brushed my hair softly, then gently stroked my cheek. His gaze was soft and warm, and it was doing things to my heart.
He grinned and sat down at the side of the bed, while I straddled his lap. My small hands settled on the hard, broad shoulders of the attractive man and savor the amazing feel of his firm muscles. My fingers bravely carded through his hair, until I realized his eyes on me.
He just stared at me in trance, so I stopped myself from giggling and tilted my head in confusion. "Something wrong, daddy?"
"You're so gorgeous," he mumbled absent-mindedly and a blush crept up my cheeks. When he was snapped back to reality, he cleared his throat and shook his head. Stefan patted my head and put me down gently. He brushed my curls, a permanent smile on his face, and I almost melted.
How can such a dreamy and attractive man look at me so fondly? It would absolutely suck if this is just a dream. I shook my head and stood straight, and gave Stefan a small smile. There's no use overthinking for now. The latter went on his heels, grabbed my waist, and pressed our bodies together. I sighed and purred, as I melted in his hold and my arms wrapped around his waist. I just feel so safe.
Common sense kept on nagging me not to get comfortable with Stefan but I trust my gut instincts. He will protect me. I rubbed my cheek against Stefan's chest and closed my eyes. Like a missing puzzle piece, I am confident that Stefan will definitely play a huge role in my life, and I won't have it any other way.
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