I glanced at my phone on the way in the door and frowned. Time was sure flying by, and it was getting close to one of my least favourite times of year. Edmund knew something was up when I came out in my pajamas and didn't hop into his lap. I slunk onto it and laid my head on his shoulder. He waited a minute, just petting my hair until he thought I was ready to talk.

"Everything okay baby? What's bothering you? Tell Daddy." He cooed into my ear. I grumbled a little but he was right, I should get it off my chest.

"It's almost my birthday. I don't like my birthday." I mumbled to him. He looked at me in surprise.

"Why not? Don't you celebrate it?" He asked me. I nodded reluctantly.

"Every year. My parents would invite all their friends, have some big catering company come, get everyone to sing me happy birthday and then send me off to bed with a slice of fancy chocolate cake that tasted bitter and weird." I replied dejectedly. He looked at me all grossed out and it made me laugh.

"Good thing they aren't invited this year. Just you and me baby, we can celebrate just the two of us. Okay?" He looked hopefully at me and I didn't have the heart to say no. I nodded reluctantly, hoping that, like most things we did together, my birthday would be better. I spent the night getting in Edmund's way because I was feeling especially clingy.

He made me write my birthday on the calendar for him, and then put a little blue heart next to it after I was done. It felt strange to think that I was going to be yet another year older. I felt like I should be getting younger with how much more relaxed and free I felt. Maybe this was a second chance at a real birthday, like all the kids at school used to brag about.

I was kind of looking forward to it, with Edmund in charge this year. In fact, I was excited when he picked me up from work that day. I was beaming when I came in the door to balloons all over the place. I jumped and bopped a couple, giggling to myself as Edmund tried to get me to go to our bedroom and get in my pajamas. He got out a new set of them, with little blue puppies on them.

"Oh my god! They are so cuuute." I gushed. He grinned at my reaction and helped me into them. I was bouncing now, so excited to see what else Edmund had ready for me.

"Alright, you can open one of these to play with before dinner." He took me in the living room and there was a small stack of wrapped gifts sitting on the coffee table. I couldn't see very well, the tears popping up in my eyes without my permission. He did this for me? I was almost afraid to destroy the beautiful wrapping job he did.

The bow was all sparkly and curly. I hugged a box to me and closed my eyes to savour the moment. After a deep breath, I took the bow off and stuck it to my hair. Then I carefully began removing the tape. I heard Edmund snickering and looked over with a frown. He raised a brow at me.

"What?" I demanded.

"You are supposed to rip it open." He told me. I looked surprised.

"Why? It's pretty." I looked back at the paper with little red and green dinosaurs on it.

"I don't know. I suppose it is more fun that way?" He grinned at me. I looked at him distrustfully.

"Really? But what about the paper?" I tilted my head. He laughed again.

"What about the paper?" He seemed confused, but very amused.

"It is cute. What if I want to keep some?" I asked him. He face-palmed and then gave me a look I didn't quite understand.

"It's fine. I have more. Okay?" He bargained with me. I nodded and looked back at the box. What the heck. I tore the paper open with my fingers and smiled to myself as I heard it rip. Okay he might be right about it being more fun to tear it. I grinned even more when I saw the Lego set inside. This was great. I hugged it to my chest and waddled over to him.

"Thank you Daddy, I like it." I said somewhat shyly. Then I leaned on him, hugged him with one arm around my toy and the other around his shoulder, and then pecked a kiss on his cheek. He awkwardly side-hugged me back and then said he had to make dinner. First he moved my gifts onto the floor in front of the television so I had a place to work, then he went to the kitchen.

I spilled the contents onto the coffee table and began pawing at the instructions. There were pictures and numbers to show me how to make the thing on the outside of the box. It was kind of hard, but kept me occupied. I looked up from my partially built piece and got up when Edmund came back in to tell me dinner was ready. He took me to the bathroom to wash my hands first.

Then I was seated at the table and looking in awe at the lasagna he was dishing onto my plate. We said grace, and then I gulped as I stared at the great big piece on my plate. How were you supposed to eat it? Was I supposed to take off the noodles one by one? Was I supposed to fork it all the way through? Edmund took pity on me and cut it into smaller pieces when he saw my hesitation.

I grinned and took a bite. It was really, really good. I admit I gobbled it down much faster than I usually ate. He admonished me to slow down in case I choked, but I just couldn't! It was too delicious. When I was done I had to wait for Edmund to finish. Then he wiped my face with a wet cloth, 'cause it was all messy from the food.

He took me back into the living room and put a cute birthday hat on me. He asked me to move the Legos, so I put them on my small table out of the way while he went back into the kitchen. Out came Edmund with a cake lit up with candles. He sang me the happy birthday song in a warm, deep voice and presented the white iced 8-inch round treat.

It read, Happy Birthday Brendan! The bright blue icing stood out against the white background, and the pretty blue flowers around the edges made it festive. I blew out the candles and he served me a slice of cake. It turned out that it was vanilla dotted with Oreo inside and a chocolate mousse filling in between the layers. It was sweet, light, and absolutely delicious.

I opened more gifts including bath toys, colouring books, a blanket, and he even pulled out a new basket for my toys to go in. I curled up on his lap after I was done, contented. He grinned and pulled on a ribbon to bring a balloon down to his lap. He moved it around upside down and waggled his eyebrows. I watched curiously as he bit the edge and sucked in.

"Brendan... Have you been a good boy today? I think you have been a perfect little angel." I gasped and began to laugh as his voice came out high and squeaky instead of the usual low tones.

"How did you do that?" I said between giggles. He pointed to the balloon and did it again: sucking in a breath and making the balloon smaller.

"It was just my little friend here. Have you never played with helium before? Oh baby. You have got to try this!" He was making me laugh so hard. It was so weird to hear him like that! The big burly guy with the tiny little voice, it was worse than that boxer guy on the television. I leaned over and let Edmund help me to take in a breath from the balloon.

"What should I say? Oh my god! Daddy this is too funny!" I laughed hysterically as I heard my voice get all high and squeaky like his. Mine was worse though! I sounded like a Disney mouse and I had tears streaming from my eyes in mirth by the time my voice went back to normal. Edmund was laughing with me. He wrapped me in my new blanket and started a cartoon movie, which I fell asleep watching.

I woke up warm and safe in my Daddy's arms, laying on his chest as he slept beneath me. I looked at his peaceful face and marveled that I had found him. This man here, this was my best birthday gift. Waking up in his arms, without a doubt, was the best thing I had ever done for my birthday. His eyes cracked open and stared into mine for a full minute before I spoke.

"Hi Daddy." I grinned and stared unabashedly.

"Hey baby boy." He mumbled. I wiggled a little and he groaned.

"Hey Daddy...?" I blinked and wiggled again.

"Mfm, quit squirming baby. What is it?" He grabbed hold of my waist and I stilled.

"Can... can I have one more thing?" I asked sweetly. He blinked awake and looked at me.

"Maybe. What do you want baby?" He replied with a little more strength. I blushed and rubbed myself against him, my hand slipping down his body to his waist and then hesitating.

"Would you... can I have..." I gulped as he chuckled at me.

"Go on. Say it. I want to hear it come from those pretty lips." He whispered into my ear. I was now crushed against him so he could feel my little boner and I could feel each and every muscle of his body against mine. I moaned a little, picturing in my head all the times he used those on me.

"I want your d*ck in me. Please f*ck me Daddy?" I begged just like I knew he wanted. He growled and I eeped as he picked me up and tossed me over a shoulder to head down the hall. I was flopped on the bed roughly and all the air whooshed out of my lungs. Then I looked up at his big strong body, standing over me at the edge of the bed and looking down with such lust and adoration.

"How do you want it?" He growled at me. I blinked and bit my lip. He cocked a brow and watched hungrily as I stuck out my tongue quickly to lick my lips.

"Uhmm, I wanna do it fierce. Like a dinosaur! Roar!" I made a face and pretended to claw at the air. Edmund let out a startled laugh and I giggled as he flopped his heavy body on top of me.

"Like a dinosaur huh? God you are so cute when you baby talk. I could just eat you up." He leaned into my shoulder and bit down roughly to make me cry out. I could feel my little c*ck straining from the feelings he was creating. His hand shoved into my pajamas to grab it and rub it quickly. I moaned as I felt him licking along my neck and jaw.

"Go ahead Daddy... eat me up. I'm your boy, so you can use me however you like." I hummed to him. His movements were abrupt as he pulled my clothes from my body. I was slightly chilled as he pulled away to pull his shirt off and tug his pants down to his knees.

"Turn over. Get on your knees and hold your ankles." He said gruffly. I scrambled to do as he asked. Once I was in position I felt his fingers push at my hole. They were cold and wet with lubrication. I held still as he slathered it all around the opening, then waited as he prepared himself. I felt the hot press of flesh against me and sighed in relief.

He pushed in as far as he could without stopping. I couldn't hold back my moan at the feeling of him stretching me out. I wasn't a virgin anymore, but I was still tight and small compared to him. It felt like a squeeze each and every time he entered me. I loved it. The heat, the tightness, and the sharp snap of his hips as he rode me to his orgasm.

He wasn't afraid to break me. He had almost done it already once and I had accepted him anyways. Hell, I had loved it. It meant that he could ride me hard and know I was right there with him the whole time. Whether or not he was paying attention to my needs or pampering me, he knew I was getting off on this. He could focus on a good hard f*cking instead of p*ssy footing around.

"God your boy p*ssy is so tight baby. Let Daddy make you his big boy tonight, yeah? Who's my favourite c*ckwhore." I panted and drooled as he drilled into me so hard I was moving across the bed from the force.

"I am Daddy. Give me a present pweeze. I wanna big load of my Daddy's cumm." I whined out. My arms were sore from the awkward position and my legs were aching from holding my *ss up in the air for him. My hole burned as he kept pounding it. I felt the cold of more lube and he went deep to grind against my insides. The pressure put me over and I came all down the front of myself, hitting my chin.

"You like that baby? Daddy's got a nice big load ready for you." He grabbed my hips roughly and bounced me on him a few more times with so much force my teeth clacked. Then I felt him pulsing inside and filling me up with his warmth. I sighed in relief, waiting until he finished and pulled out before dropping onto my side. He curled in behind me as my big spoon and I felt him drag the covers over us.

"Thank you Daddy. I feel so full." I murmured. His breath was against my head and he kissed my hair. He pulled me tightly against him, within the circle of his arms, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Such a pleasant ache it was this year. Happy birthday to me.