O L L I E

I closed my eyes and my cheeks heated up in embarrassment for the stupid slip-up. I am a big boy, not a baby boy. What will the stranger think of me for calling him daddy? What if he's not a daddy dom? What would he think of me? I don't want to see his repulsed expression. Also, did I hear him right? Did he call me perfect?

I wanted to clear out the confusion, but my stomach deemed it fitting to let its presence be known. I swallowed and slowly stood up, an embarrassed heat on my cheeks. "U-um, I'm sorry for bumping into you. I'll go ahead."

With my bottom still throbbing from that hard stumble, I willed my trembling knees to step away from the magnetic aura of the stranger in front of me. However, before I could even take a step, he spoke.

"Can I interest you for a breakfast?"

I glanced at the man and with a deep frown and stared at him dumbfoundedly. "Huh?"

The man cleared his throat and chuckled softly while scratching his brow. I didn't expect him to look so... nervous. Did I do that? Did I make him nervous?

"Yes," I heard him answer my thoughts, and when I realized that I was thinking out loud, I averted my eyes from him, chewing my lips, as my cheeks heated up again. "I'm sorry for inviting you out of the blue. Where are my manners?" His sexy chuckle drew my attention back to the man.

His green eyes were bright, and there were unnamed emotions that subtly filled them. "My name is Stefan Alexandrei. Can I hope to know yours, beautiful?"

My hand went on top of my pounding chest. Beautiful? Me? My eyes transferred from his handsome face to his outreached hand. With my free hand, I reached for Stefan's and his large hands easily enveloped mine. The sparks that traveled to my nerve endings made me yelp, but willed myself to answer.

"My name is Oliver. Oliver Pines. It's nice to meet you," I said softly and withdrew my hand. A twinkle of amusement flashed in Stefan's green orbs, his lips tugging for a small smirk.

"Oliver. I like it. Oliver," he repeated, rolling it over his tongue as if my name fascinates him.

Oddly enough, I don't feel any sense of danger around him. Instead, I want to jump into him and cling like a koala, but that would be so embarrassing, and I don't want him to think that I'm a creep and a weirdo.

"So...what do you think?"

"A-about what?" I nervously swallowed and blinked my eyes several times. My arms were embraced around my body as if to shield me from danger. Stefan is bad for my heart. I have never felt my heart race wildly like this unless I'm hyperventilating. I am not hyperventilating, just to be clear.

"Breakfast. Would you want to have one with me? If you're uncomfortable here, pick any place you like." Stefan smiled at me, and his determined eyes left no room for any protest. "Please. Treat it as my apology for bumping into you."

Stefan looked at me with a silent plea etched on his face. It's just breakfast, Oliver. But I don't want to eat out. What if... I shook my head to dismiss my negative thoughts and Stefan's slumped shoulders made me realize that it looked like I was rejecting him.

"I'll have breakfast with you," I squeaked out, and Stefan's glum expression suddenly brightened when he heard my reply. "I have a request. Um... I actually don't like eating out. I don't feel... safe." The last word almost didn't slip out of my lips. I hope that he doesn't think of me as a burden after this.

Aside from the flash of curiosity in his face, Stefan did not fuss about it. "Oh, that's alright with me. Do you have any allergies that I need to know?" He fished out his phone from his pocket and started dialing.

"I don't have any allergies."

Stefan nodded and smiled. He barked out instructions to the person on the other line, and when he ended the call, he chuckled. "That was the head chef in my restaurant. Don't worry. My food is safe."

"How did you... know?" Did he perhaps know who I am? That's impossible. I have never met him-

"Don't overthink, Oliver. You being afraid of eating out is enough proof that there's something you're scared of. It may be the fear of being in a public place or the fear of other people handling your food. All I can promise is that you will be safe with me."

I looked up at Stefan and nodded. I feel safe. I just met him but I feel safe. It's not a sin to ask for more, right? I don't want to feel scared anymore.

"By the way, since I know the owner of this subdivision, I messaged him just now and reserved us a seat in the restaurant. Technically speaking, I reserved the entire place. It would be just us. I want you to feel secure."

My jaw dropped. Wow. "T-Thank you. You don't have to have to do this for me..."

"I want to, Oliver. Let me. We'll talk about it later. Let's go." Stefan reached for my hand and wrapped it with his large one, a grin on his face, as he stared at our entwined fingers. He led me to the main hall, ignoring the curious glances of the people behind our intertwined hands.

Being the subject of the crowd's attention would have me hyperventilating on the spot, but Stefan's warm hand and gentle squeezes were enough comforts.

****

Throughout the meal, I couldn't help the furious blush from appearing because of Stefan. He didn't let me lift my fingers. He fed me the entire duration of our meal, and his intense stares got my senses into overdrive. I couldn't even remember what I ate. All I know was that my hunger was sated, and it was because of the man in front of me.

"Oliver, I want to discuss a serious topic with you. It's about what happened earlier. You called me daddy-"

I gasped out loud and automatically reached for Stefan's mouth to stop his next words. When he lifted his brow, I realized that I was still covering his mouth so I slinked back to my seat with a downcast gaze, embarrassed for my shameful action.

"I'm sorry. Please forget what I said earlier. It was nothing. I was just being weird and..." My nervous rambling stopped when Stefan just stared at me intently.

"I'm a daddy dom, Oliver, and I want you to be my little."

What's the word for an extreme shock? Am I dreaming? Did Stefan drop a truth bomb so casually? What did he say? Did he want me to be his little? But we just met.

He must have seen the visible confusion in my eyes. "I know you're confused, but you felt it earlier, Oliver. I don't care if we just met. I have been looking for my perfect little for so long, and now that I found you, I have no intention of letting you out of my grasp." His words were short, serious, and direct. I blinked my eyes slowly and clenched my fist to stop the trembling.

"I like you, Oliver. Who cares if it's too soon? Emotions do not follow a pattern. I'm not stupid to let go of someone I have been searching for so long. I apologize for dumping this on you, but I want you to hear my true feelings. I like you, and I am serious. I don't like running around in circles. I won't put you in a torturous position where you have to figure out why the hell I did the things I did. I'll give you a week to think things over. I will respect your answer, whatever it is. But I won't stop from praying that you will find it in your heart to choose me," Stefan finished his confession that left me breathless and speechless.

He handed me a calling card and even walked with me back to my apartment. When I finally stepped inside my safe space, my knees trembled and I collapsed to the floor.

Oh my God. What just happened?

Cross-legged on my sofa, I anxiously stared at Stefan's calling card, then back to my phone on top of the coffee table with half-eaten bacon and waffles that Stefan had delivered. What's so sweet about it was the fact that it was him who cooked my meal, and it was also him who delivered my food. The food was divine, but the unpleasant knots in my stomach were not helping with my appetite.

Actually, today is the day when I finally will give him my answer. I didn't expect that it would be this nerve-wracking. For the nth time, I exhaled sharply and reached for my phone. Stefan was serious when he offered to be my daddy. He cut to the chase and made sure that all his cards are laid on the table.

Now, it's my turn. I don't want to give him a vague answer, and I want to let him know that I thought about my answer thoroughly. He has been honest with me, and I want to let him know that he also deserves the same amount of honesty.

In these past six days, all I could think was Stefan. He filled my mind and made me feel giddy and happy. Whenever I feel like my anxiety is about to act up, Stefan's soft gaze flashes in my mind and I find myself calming down.

I am sure. A few days of sleepless nights and Stefan putting a colony inside my mind was enough to solidify my decision. I typed Stefan's number on my phone. I nervously chewed on my lips, my arm around Tie, as I wait for Stefan to pick up.

"Yes?" Stefan's baritone voice filled my ears, and I found myself blushing again. It's just his voice, but the effect he has on me... I can't even begin to explain it. My chest started to pound loudly from the nerves but I gripped on my phone firmly or else I'll drop it to the floor.

I swallowed to moisturize my throat and my hold on my tiger stuffie tightened. I'm so sorry, Tie. "Stefan, this is Oliver."

Stefan chuckled and it made my jittery heart flutter. "I know. Is there a problem? You have never called me, so there might be something wrong. Should I be worried?"

This is it, Oliver. I gathered all of the courage I have in my bones to utter the single word. "Daddy."

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.

****

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.