He cries out as he slams his lips on mine. "Yes, Daddy." He hitches his legs around my body. "I want to be your boy. God, you're the best man ever. You're the most amazing cook and you protect me, too. Yes, I'll marry you, you big goofball. I want to grow old with you and be with you for the rest of my life."
Life itself compares little to the feeling that wells up inside me as I kiss my boy. I swirl my tongue around his lips, tasting everything. I squeeze his petite body, the same body that's filling out so nicely thanks to my food, and growl as I touch the ring on his hand.
He said yes.
Yes.
"One second, boy." I pick up my phone and scroll through my contacts.
Callum furrows his brow. "What, Daddy?"
I select the contact I'm looking for. "We must call Nana." I smirk as I rub his belly through his onesie. "She'll never forgive me if I don't tell her."
Callum lets out a laugh. It's the most pure, angelic laugh I've ever heard. It could make my darkest day turn to rainbows and sunshine.
"You call Nana." With a giggle, Callum rubs my dick through my onesie. He unbuttons the flap at the bottom. "I’ll give you your treat now.”
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