#Chapter15
Angel set to work with ruthless efficiency. Pots and pans were fetched from their newly assigned places, and the ingredients were pulled from the pantry and fridge.
/"Come wash your hands, puppy,/" Daddy said softly. Lucien toddled over, fighting the cloud of serenity that called to him, swindling him with the allure of his paci and tight hugs that lasted forever. His Daddy watched him, nodding in approval when the thorough scrubbing met his standards.
/"What do you need me to do, Daddy?/" he asked. Calling Angel Daddy, even while big, was special. He'd always called Kyle by his name when big, and would sometimes still call it him if he wasn't feeling overly calm while Little.
