"Mrs. Cordova, I appreciate the effort, but I'm not sure if this would make an appropriate present..." "Nonsense, sweetheart! I'm sure he would be more than delighted to see you in something like this as a little Christmas present." She waved my words off as she spun me around to face the mirror in the fitting room. I nervously tugged at the hem of a very short and very see through light lavender baby doll outfit that just barely reached the edge of my bottom. Intricate lacing lined the edges of the cups and the hems of the outfit, elegantly just barely covering up my private parts but revealing all else. I tried very hard to change Mrs. Cordova mind, but once her mind was made up, she was set on seeing it through and dragged me all the way to a tiny boutique specializing in unique pieces of lingerie. Luckily, I managed to send Liam away to a nearby coffee shop to wait with his tablet before Mrs. Cordova arrived at the shop.It was already embarrassing enough that Mrs. Cordova was

To say that the entire experience was nerve-wracking was to say the least. Achilles had stared at the packet of adoption papers in Liam's hands in silence for a good few minutes without a single word, movement, or even any sign of breath. It was almost as if he had been turned to stone. And it definitely didn't help that his lack of response only made Liam more nervous. Liam hesistantly glanced up at Achilles, still stretching his arms out with the papers in hand. When Achilles still made no move in response, Liam's face dropped as he started to slowly retract to packet. But it seemed like that was all that as needed to snap Achilles out of his trance. Achilles caught onto Liam's little hands before he could fully retract his present and sputtered out, "D-Do you really want me to be your dad?" Liam nodded timidly as he shyly peered up at the taller man through his lashes. "Do you not want to?" "No, no, no, I do want to be your dad, but I thought that I wouldn't be allowed to tak

I walked back into our shared bedroom after sending Liam to bed and spending quite a bit of effort to coax him out of keeping his new relic in bed. I loosened my tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt as I closed the door behind me. Oddly enough, the room was completely silent with no sign of my lovely soon-to-be wifey. I meandered through the room in confusion until an unexpected yelp came out from the close bathroom door. I called out worriedly, "Love? Are you alright in there?" "I-I'm fine." Unconvinced by her shakey response, I walked closer to the door. "Are you sure? I can help you if you—""N-No!" My mouth immediately snapped shut, not expecting such a firm outburst."I-I mean, can you just wait for me on the bed? I-I'll be out in just a moment." "Okay..." I eyed the door warily before walking over to the bed and sitting down at the end of it. Jane had been all jittery ever since we got home from dinner at my parent's place. No matter how much I thought about

"Achilles? Is everything alright?" a soft voice called out from behind the bathroom door. Diverting my track, I walked over to the closed door and replied reassuringly, "Everything is fine, my love. Why do you ask?" I heard the water swish for a moment from behind the door before she quietly mumbled, "You were taking a while to put Liam to bed, so I was worried something was wrong." I chuckled softly. Though she had quite strong motherly instincts, she was still young and had quite an adorably innocent shyness to her. Leaning back against the wall, I told her, "Liam just wanted to ask me a few questions. He accidentally saw the marks peaking out of your sweater and thought someone was harassing you at work again." Plop!I raised an eyebrow at the sound of what I assumed was something dropping into the water. "Um... W-What did you tell him?" "The truth. That they are love marks from me." "A-Achilles! Y-You can't say those types of things to a five-year-old." A soft smile crept

"Are you sure you don't want to help your mom pick out her wedding dress instead?" I glanced down at Liam worriedly. I was going to spend the day running errands, so I wasn't sure if he would enjoy it all that much.But the little one only nodded in affirmation and chirped, "Mom said that I should go with dad because he doesn't notice when other girls hit on him." I sighed at his words. Was I really that bad? I had no problem noticing the golddiggers in the past who would try to come onto me with their suggestive touches and naked bodies sprawled out on my desks, but was I really oblivious to all other types of less extreme forms of flirtation?Holding my hand, Liam skipped along with my steps and continued, "Besides, I want to spend time with dad. We haven't gotten to spend much time together with just the two of us since I started taking classes from that professor." I smiled as I rounded the corner of the block. "Then, why don't we get breakfast together before we finish that to