O L L I E

I slowly opened my eyes and muffled my yawns by nuzzling into the source of comfort and warmth beside me. When the familiar scent of sandalwood with a hint of vanilla assaulted my senses, I scrambled away and sat up but two muscled arms kept me in place. The handsome stranger slowly pulled his body to sit up and face me, with his arms wound around my small waist.

Stefan. That's right. Everything that went down earlier crashed on me, and relief washed over me. My shoulders relaxed, and when I did, I just realized how close he is to me. I just stayed there, frozen, and my eyes fixed on my hands as I wring my fingers, my mind running like an over-speeding vehicle because I feel like I'm about to go crazy.

It didn't help that the man's scent is driving my senses into mush and I am trying hard not to go back and bask in his wonderful scent inside his arms.

"Baby boy, how are you? Does your head hurt? How about some water?" I slowly lifted my head to give face to the gentle yet deep voice and found myself flushing because of his intense gaze.

My hands went up to cover my heated face and softly grunted. I feel so embarrassed, blushing furiously with just his stare. But all my hesitations vanished when I heard him chuckle. I eventually removed my hands from my face and lifted my gaze to look again at the handsome man in front of me.

I tilted my head to the side at the man's amused expression. "W-Why...what's funny?" I inquired so softly; the wind can easily blow it away.

Stefan gazed at me, shook his head, and the fond expression visible on those attractive features gave my heart a gentle squeeze. When he lifted one of his hands to reach for one of my cheeks, I leaned into the warm hand without hesitation.

My body responded on instinct. This resulted to a rumbling of pleasure from deep inside his chest, seeming pleased with my actions. While leaning into his hands, I gently smiled and stared right into those emerald eyes. "I'm good, just a bit parched," I answered the previous question.

"Is that so?" He glanced at the tray but only a glass of fruit tea was there. He sighed and looked at me apologetically. "I'll just get a glass of water downstairs. Will you be fine here by yourself?"

I was alarmed at his question and when he slowly pulled himself away, I grabbed his hands and whimpered in protest; my lips trembling. Being left all alone in an unfamiliar environment scared the wits out of me. The mere thought of being separated from my only sense of familiarity terrified me.

"N-No... want D-Daddy...no..." I lifted my arms towards the man, asking him to carry me so we can spend more time together. I don't care if he thinks of me as a needy person but I can't bear being left alone. I feel more comfortable inside his embrace.

It's kind of amazing how I can easily slip into my little headspace with him around. It must speak volumes of my trust towards him even if I just met him a few days ago. He cooed and gently kissed my forehead, while I giggled and bounced in his hold. Instead of reprimanding me, he just chuckled and kissed my cheek.

"Okay, baby boy. I won't leave. Are you fine with a fruit tea instead?" He asked me softly and I nodded my head. He put me back down on the bed and brought the tray, placing it on the nearby chair. He picked up the glass of fruit tea and carefully brought it to my lips.

I hummed and moaned when the wonderful flavor burst in my mouth. I almost finished the whole glass, and he praised me for doing a good job. When my mind registered the mouth-watering goodness this kind man prepared, my stomach rumbled again and he wasted no time in feeding me until I am full.

"Thank you for the food. It was delicious." I did not realize that I was hungry until now. Anxiety and nerves do that to you.

He smiled and threaded through my hair. "I'm glad. It was worth the effort then." I just stared at Stefan and I can't help but swoon at him. Isn't he too good to be real? "Thankfully, the meal I prepared was still warm. Do you need anything?" He asked again and put the empty tray with just dishes on the coffee table.

"Um... can I hug you then? As thanks?" I asked hesitantly, and he grinned and nodded. When his face lit up in happiness, I know I made the right decision. He opened his arms and I slowly let myself be enclosed in his warm embrace. He nuzzled into my neck, peppering soft kisses on my soft spot.

I can't stop myself from giggling because he kept on blowing raspberries on my neck and tickling me. "No... stop please. Daddy...Ollie tickles..." I pleaded in between giggles. The man stopped and brushed my hair softly, then gently stroked my cheek. His gaze was soft and warm, and it was doing things to my heart.

He grinned and sat down at the side of the bed, while I straddled his lap. My small hands settled on the hard, broad shoulders of the attractive man and savor the amazing feel of his firm muscles. My fingers bravely carded through his hair, until I realized his eyes on me.

He just stared at me in trance, so I stopped myself from giggling and tilted my head in confusion. "Something wrong, daddy?"

"You're so gorgeous," he mumbled absent-mindedly and a blush crept up my cheeks. When he was snapped back to reality, he cleared his throat and shook his head. Stefan patted my head and put me down gently. He brushed my curls, a permanent smile on his face, and I almost melted.

How can such a dreamy and attractive man look at me so fondly? It would absolutely suck if this is just a dream. I shook my head and stood straight, and gave Stefan a small smile. There's no use overthinking for now. The latter went on his heels, grabbed my waist, and pressed our bodies together. I sighed and purred, as I melted in his hold and my arms wrapped around his waist. I just feel so safe.

Common sense kept on nagging me not to get comfortable with Stefan but I trust my gut instincts. He will protect me. I rubbed my cheek against Stefan's chest and closed my eyes. Like a missing puzzle piece, I am confident that Stefan will definitely play a huge role in my life, and I won't have it any other way.

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S T E F A N

After freshening up, I had Oliver positioned on my lap, while he is comfortably nuzzling on my neck. I lend him my shirt and boxers, and I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to keep the wide grin. He looks absolutely good with my clothes. Before my mind wandered too far, I had to removed it from the gutter. That's not my priority for now. I want to make Oliver feel safe, warm and cared for.

We can do this all day, just cuddling with my baby in a sofa, basking in the comfortable silence. My hand kept on massaging Oliver's nape while he busied his cute, little fingers on playing with my jet-black hair. I sighed and relaxed as his soft hands pulled my hair with just enough force to send comfort.

"Baby? Ollie? Should we discuss our situation now? Are you ready to talk?" I asked him gently, as I continued to massage his nape and gently rub his arms. I want him as comfortable and at ease as possible.

I noticed that Oliver is easily overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of various emotions, making him exhausted and drained. As much as possible, I want to have this conversation with both of us relaxed and in the right frame of mind.

He slowly lifted his head and stared at me, then nodded in agreement. We really need to talk about our situation. It has only been a few days since we met but we couldn't resist the pull and the comfort brought by our skin-to-skin contact.

He inhaled deeply and met my gaze. "I'm okay with that, Stef. I'm ready." I smiled. I am pleased with Oliver's determination and it warmed my heart. My thumb rubbed one of Oliver's cheeks softly, which was now staining with a blush. I can't help but chuckle at my baby boy's adorable expression.

Oliver huffed and pouted, and my chuckles turned into laughter, as Oliver protruded his lips even more. Ah, so adorable. I was busy laughing that I didn't notice that Oliver was staring at me, his eyes filled with so much adoration and fondness and I felt a pain in the back of my throat. I never expected that I would be so overcome with my emotions.

I tried to recall my past relationships and ask myself if someone ever looked at me like I was some kind of miracle. But sadly, all they care about is my money and the status that came from being my little. That's why my heart feel so full right now.

My right hand went to his soft and curly hair, brushing some strands away from Oliver's beautiful face. I can't stop myself from being captivated and be entranced by his beauty; to the point that I need to reassure myself that everything is real, and not merely a dream. He's so exquisite to be true.

"Oliver, are you real?" I blurted out again with my head in the clouds, and gasped when I just realize what my mouth did. My mind and my heart are in sync in making me look stupid in front of Oliver. That was so embarrassing, but I really can't take it back now so I just tried my hardest to keep my composure despite the red tint slowly staining my cheeks.

He tilted his head to the side, and with an amused expression, stared at me. Fuck, I can't believe I'm blushing like teenager in front of his crush. He grinned widely and threw himself over me. He hugged me tight and cupped my cheeks, a wide grin on his face.

"Silly Stef. Of course, I'm real. I think it's me who should be asking that. I can't believe I have a daddy!" Oliver exclaimed, and we both chuckled at our silliness.

When his confession sunk in, I pulled Oliver away for a bit, with a very confused expression. "What do you mean by you can't believe having a daddy? Am I your first daddy, little one?"

With a shy smile and flushed expression, Ollie nodded. "Yes, Stef. You are my first daddy."