I woke up in the middle of the night last night after having a super vivid/realistic nightmare. (The worst kind, really. Keep your monsters, something about dreaming about something actually, tangibly, believably terrible in perfect clarity.) Just now, I was complaining to Sir about how I needed to be up early today but would be out late tonight with Pup, so I might need to take a nap after work.
“That’s what you need,” he replied. “Nap times.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“With my deputy,” he said. “Wish you had a paci.”
This, coming from the guy who a year ago insisted he really wasn’t into Daddy/little stuff. Who now was deciding that my task today is to go find a pacifier and then take a nap today.
“Do you really like this?” I asked, nervous as I always am that he’s just doing this to appease me.
“Yeah,” he replied. “I do.”
Guys, I don’t even call him Sir anymore. Like, ever.