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He’d tried to convince Luca that he didn’t need to be part of the track but Luca wouldn’t listen to Brad’s objection. Little brat. It was difficult telling Luca no. He might be a brat but Luca was also the sweetest little. Even lost in play, if Luca heard another little fuss or cry about something, his head would pop up. Always looking to care for others.

It was a constant job to keep Luca focused on himself.

Was he like that on playdates with James? Brad had to wonder. Or was it easier with fewer distractions? Would private playtime be better? Although as social as Luca was, he probably enjoyed being surrounded by friends.

One thing was crystal clear. Luca wasn’t like any other little that Brad had ever been around. And there was no doubt in Brad’s mind that Luca was a true little. No pretending or lying. Luca bloomed and was a beautiful boy when he finally let himself regress.

CHAPTER SIX

Luca

“Rawr!” Luca moved his T. rex across the tracks as it chased the yellow truck. “Rawr.”

The yellow truck was not going to get away. Stupid little humans thought that they could get away from the big dinosaur. They had been mean, trying to control the dinosaurs. And now they would pay.

Luca cackled as he gave a little wiggle. He needed to pee from all the juice that he’d drunk and the crackers that Brad had been feeding him for most of the night. He was having too much fun playing. And T. rex was so close to catching the bad humans.

“Baby boy.” A big hand stopped T. rex’s progress.

“No!” Luca smacked the hand. “Move. Bad humans!”

There was a low chuckle right by his ear. “The bad humans will be right there when we get back. Come on.”

Luca shook his head without understanding. He was playing. It wasn’t time to go home. He couldn’t go home now. He pushed his bottom lip out. “Not done playing.”

“You don’t have to be done playing. Bathroom break.”

“Bathroom?” Luca glanced up. Bright blue eyes shone back. “Shiny eyes. Pretty eyes.”

The other man laughed. “Thank you. But let’s go potty, okay?”

“Okay.” Luca used the offered hand to get to his feet.

“This way.” Daddy, no, Brad directed. “Toward the back.”

Back. Back. Toward the back. Luca hopped over toys on the floor. Not his toys. He didn’t have to pick them up. No, sir. That was not Luca’s mess. Not cleaning that up.

Another laugh before his hand was taken. He liked when Brad laughed. And Brad had been very nice all night long. Even bringing a new toy for Luca to play with. That was cool. Brad was cool.

Luca swung his and Brad’s arms. He liked that his Dad— Brad allowed Luca to move him, his body, however that Luca wanted. It was super fun.

Brad knocked on the door before pushing it open.

Luca ran inside and shoved the pullup and shorts down before he started to pee. “Pee-pee.” That felt so much better. He’d really needed to go.

“Such a good boy.”

Luca turned. Brad was standing with his back against the door. He was really handsome. And he made a good Daddy. Just not Luca’s Daddy. Luca returned his attention to the toilet and finished up. If he had a Daddy, then he could have wet his pullup and his Daddy would have cleaned him up. Only big boys went to the toilet. Luca was a little big boy.

He gave his wee-wee a shake before wiggling and getting his pullups and shorts back up. He flushed the toilet then spun. “All done.”

“Let’s wash our hands,” Brad suggested.

“Soap and water.” Washing hands was super important. Germs were bad. Yucky.

“Soap and water,” Brad agreed. He crossed the bathroom to the sink and turned on the water.

“Hot water,” Luca informed him. “But not too hot.”