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By Frostybaby · Posted
@WBDaddy, as always, I really appreciate the kind words, and I've gone ahead and changed the synopsis now to better reflect what this project is becoming. @Dannyl,I'm working on the next few parts as we speak. I have the holiday Monday off, so there will likely be at least one, maybe two, updates shortly. -
Oooo a new friend perhaps is funnn. -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 35: The little ice cream parlor glowed warmly against the cool Santa Fe night, its neon “OPEN” sign buzzing softly in the window. As Bill pushed open the door, the sweet smell of waffle cones, chocolate syrup, and vanilla drifted out to meet them. Chris immediately perked up, clutching Elvis under one arm while practically bouncing beside Bill. Inside, the shop felt cozy and old-fashioned. Strings of tiny lights lined the ceiling, and colorful hand-painted menus covered the adobe walls. A small radio near the counter played soft country music while families and couples chatted quietly over milkshakes and sundaes. Chris stared wide-eyed at the glass display case filled with brightly colored ice cream tubs. “Daddy… look at ALL the flavors,” he whispered dramatically, like he’d discovered buried treasure. Bill laughed softly. “Take your time, buddy. This is serious business.” Chris pressed both hands against the glass while trying to decide. Every few seconds he changed his mind. “Ooooh… cookie dough. No wait—mint chocolate chip. WAIT—chocolate!” The teenage employee behind the counter grinned patiently as Chris struggled with the world-changing decision. Finally, after one last thoughtful gasp, Chris pointed confidently. “Chocolate with rainbow sprinkles!” “Excellent choice,” Bill said. Bill ordered Rocky Road for himself in a waffle cone, and moments later they stepped outside into the crisp mountain air carrying their treats carefully like priceless treasures. Chris immediately took an enormous lick from the side of his cone and ended up with chocolate ice cream smeared across the tip of his nose. Bill burst out laughing. “You made it about four seconds.” Chris giggled uncontrollably, nearly dropping the cone before Bill steadied his little hand. “Slow down, goofball.” They wandered slowly down the sidewalk together beneath glowing lanterns and strings of patio lights hanging from nearby restaurants. The night air was cool enough that steam rose faintly from rooftop vents, and somewhere in the distance a street musician played acoustic guitar. Bill took a bite of his Rocky Road while Chris examined it suspiciously. “Why’s yours got rocks in it?” “They’re marshmallows and almonds.” Chris looked horrified. “That’s not rocks?” “Nope.” Chris considered this carefully before taking a tiny bite from Bill’s cone anyway. His eyes widened immediately. “Ohhhhh. That’s GOOD.” Bill smiled. “Told you.” A few minutes later Chris proudly offered Bill a bite of his chocolate cone in return, rainbow sprinkles tumbling everywhere as Bill leaned down dramatically for a taste. “Mm. Definitely worth the sprinkle avalanche.” Chris giggled so hard he snorted. As they walked, Chris slowly drifted closer until he was pressed warmly against Bill’s side, his small hand gripping Bill’s fingers tightly. The excitement of the long day had softened into sleepy happiness. Bill glanced down at him. “Having a good time?” Chris nodded immediately, cheeks pink from the cold and chocolate still smudged near his mouth. “This is the BEST trip ever.” “I’m glad, buddy.” Chris looked up at him for a long moment before speaking again, this time in the exaggerated baby voice he sometimes used when he felt especially safe and affectionate. “Daddy…” “Yeah?” “I wuv you.” Bill’s heart nearly melted on the spot. He smiled softly and squeezed Chris’s hand. “I love you too, kiddo. More than anything.” Chris beamed proudly at hearing it back and leaned his head briefly against Bill’s arm while they finished the last bites of their cones together. By the time they reached the SUV, Chris was sleepy again, his energy finally beginning to fade after the long day of driving, swimming, exploring, and excitement. Bill cleaned sticky chocolate and sprinkles from Chris’s face and hands with a few wipes before helping him into his car seat. Chris hugged Elvis and Patches tightly against his chest while Bill buckled him in securely. The streets of Santa Fe glowed softly as they drove back through town. Adobe buildings shimmered beneath golden lantern light, and the mountains stood dark and peaceful against the star-filled sky. Gentle country music played quietly through the speakers while Chris stared sleepily out the window. Bill glanced back at him at a red light and smiled. Chris looked impossibly cozy wrapped in pajamas beneath his blanket, stuffed animals tucked under his chin, eyelids drooping heavier with every mile. “Daddy?” Chris murmured softly. “Yeah, buddy?” “I don’t wanna go home ever.” Bill chuckled quietly as he pulled back onto the road toward the hotel. “For tonight,” he said warmly, “this is home.” Chapter 36: By the time they returned to the hotel, the excitement of the evening had settled into a soft, sleepy calm. The hallways were quiet except for the muffled hum of distant televisions and the gentle swish of the elevator doors closing behind them. Chris leaned heavily against Bill’s side as they walked, one hand clutching Elvis while the other stayed wrapped tightly around Bill’s fingers. “You’re fading fast,” Bill teased quietly. Chris gave a tiny nod, too tired to argue. “Mhm.” Inside the room, the warm adobe colors and dim lantern-style lights felt even cozier than before. Bill locked the door behind them while Chris kicked off his little boots near the bed with a tired grunt. The moment the boots hit the carpet, Chris climbed onto the giant hotel bed and flopped face-first into the blankets dramatically. “I live here now,” he mumbled into the pillow. Bill laughed softly as he unpacked the diaper bag. “You say that about every hotel.” “This one’s EXTRA comfy.” Bill sat beside him on the mattress and brushed a hand through Chris’s messy hair. Up close, he could see how exhausted Chris really was — rosy cheeks from the cool air, heavy eyelids, and the lingering traces of chocolate ice cream near the corner of his mouth. “Alright, buddy,” Bill said gently. “Let’s get you checked and ready for bed.” Chris rolled over with a sleepy little sigh and lifted his arms automatically for Bill to help him. Their routine by now was smooth and familiar, filled with quiet trust and affection. Bill carried him into the bathroom, setting him carefully on the counter while warm water ran softly into the sink. The scent of hotel soap filled the air as Bill cleaned Chris up gently, wiping away the last traces of the day — chlorine from the pool, sticky melted ice cream, dust from the road. Chris stayed sleepy and clingy through all of it, occasionally resting his head against Bill’s shoulder while Bill worked. “You had a pretty big day,” Bill murmured. Chris yawned hugely. “M’ tired.” “I know.” Bill checked his diaper and gave a small knowing smile. “Definitely good thing we checked.” Chris groaned dramatically and covered his face with both hands while Bill chuckled softly. “No shame, buddy.” The fresh diaper was thick and soft beneath Chris’s pajamas, and by the time Bill finished taping everything securely into place, Chris already looked halfway asleep again. Bill helped him into warm pajamas covered in little desert cactus prints they’d bought earlier in the trip, earning a sleepy grin from Chris. “Cowboy cactus pajamas,” Chris whispered proudly. “Very stylish.” Back in the room, Bill dimmed the lights even lower before settling onto the bed with Chris curled against his chest beneath the blankets. Outside the window, Santa Fe glowed softly beneath the mountains, distant lights twinkling against the dark desert sky. Bill warmed a bottle and handed it carefully to Chris, who accepted it immediately with both hands and a tired little hum of contentment. The television played quietly in the background — some old cartoon neither of them was really watching anymore. Chris drank slowly while Bill stroked his hair over and over, fingers moving gently through the soft strands. The steady rhythm of Chris’s breathing, the warmth of his small body curled against him, and the peaceful quiet of the room filled Bill with a kind of happiness he couldn’t fully describe. Halfway through the bottle, Chris’s eyes began drifting shut. “Trying to stay awake?” Bill whispered. Chris gave the tiniest nod, though he was already losing the battle. A few more sleepy sips later, the bottle tilted lazily in his hands and his breathing deepened completely. His cheek rested against Bill’s chest, one arm loosely wrapped around Elvis while Patches lay tucked under his chin. Bill carefully eased the bottle away and looked down at him for a long moment. Chris looked so impossibly safe there. Bill had planned to place him in the portable crib beside the bed, but the thought of moving him felt wrong somehow. The room was quiet, warm, and peaceful, and after such a long day together, Bill couldn’t bring himself to disturb him. So instead, he shifted carefully under the blankets and pulled Chris closer against him. Chris stirred just enough to snuggle instinctively into Bill’s chest with a tiny sleepy sigh. Bill smiled into the dimness and pressed a soft kiss against the top of Chris’s head. Within minutes, both of them were asleep. -
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