His Protection (MxB)

The Shopaholic

Adam's POV

The test went well and although we didn't get to see Royce in person, we did get to see a picture of him. He did resemble me a bit. He had my eyes but Heather's blonde hair.

The child services worker said the results of the paternity test would be back in a few days and she would give us a call.

"Oh my god, babe, these are so cute!" Bailey shrieked, adding yet another pair of little socks to the cart.

We were at Couture Kids On Robertson. It was insanely expensive. This place was definitely no Target.

Bailey had insisted on footing the bill for everything and he had picked out the most expensive of everything we got. He said he wouldn't have our son using anything but the best. Usually I would protest but not when it came to my son.

We had picked out a bassinet, a cosleeper, a crib, a mobile, 4 sets of bedding, a rocking chair, a hamper, a bouncer, a swing, a stroller, a car seat, a Bumbo, a changing table, a white noise machine, a baby monitor, tiny hangers, a dresser, diapers, wipes, butt cream, baby wash, a baby bath, wash cloths, little towels, baby lotion, brushes, nail clippers, snot suckers, pacifiers, bottles, bottle brushes, formula, burp cloths, gas medicine, fever medicine, teething gel, gentle laundry detergent, and of course what seemed like thousands of outfits.

Mostly I just trailed behind Bailey while he threw things into the cart or told our personal shopper what furniture we wanted.

I couldn't believe how amazing Bailey was being. It only made me love him more. He didn't have to accept Royce but he did with open arms. He was going to treat him like his own son. Royce and I were lucky to have him.

"Oh my god, look at this, babe, baby bear pajamas! Roycee needs them!" Bailey said and I smiled to myself at the nickname.

"Ok baby but that has to be the last thing for today ok? We need to get home."

"Ok fine. Oh my god, we're total dad's babe." He said winking at me.

We got to the register and our attendant totaled our purchases. "With tax and delivery it comes to $68,946.98."

I coughed and stared at her like she had two heads. But not Bailey, nope, he just handed her his black card.

We left the store and I drove us home in Bailey's Rolls Royce. It was then I realized he had named our son after a luxury car.

On the way home Bailey was on the phone with a painter, telling them to come over and paint the guest bedroom which apparently would be the baby's nursery.

Three days later Royce's room was all set up. The walls were painted light green and pale yellow. His clothes, bedding and towels had all been washed and put away. Diapers and wipes were ready to be used. We had cleared a shelf in the bathroom closet for all his bath things. Dozens of bottles and cans of formula were in the kitchen cabinets.

I had just finished the lasagna that Bailey and I were supposed to be cooking together when my phone rang. Bailey came running into the kitchen.

"Who is it?! Is it her?!" He asked excitedly.

"Yeah, shh shh shh." I told before answering the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Neville?"

"Yes."

"I've just received the results. Are you ready?"

I put the phone on speaker and set it on the counter. I pulled Bailey into my arms and we stared at each other nervously crossing our fingers. "Yeah! Go ahead."

"There is a 99.9% chance that you are the baby's father. Congratulations."

Bailey and I screamed and jumped around the kitchen.

"Oh my God that's fantastic! When can we come get Royce?" I practically yelled into the phone.

"I'll need you to fill out some paperwork. Could you come in tomorrow morning?"

"Absolutely. How early can we come?"

"How's 8 am? You'll need your social security card, license and birth certificate please. Do you have any other questions Mr. Neville?

I looked at Bailey and he shook his head. "No. Thank you so much. We'll see you tomorrow."

We hung up and I wrapped my arms around Bailey. He squealed like an excited school girl, "We're bringing our baby home tomorrow!"

I loved when he called Royce "our baby". I knew he loved him just as much as I did despite not being his biological father.

We decided to go to bed as soon as we had finished eating. Bailey went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face while I cleaned the dishes.

After getting myself ready for bed I walked into our room to find Bailey posed seductively on our bed. I froze. He was wearing nothing but a red lacey thong. Candles gave the room dim lighting. He looked absolutely stunning.

I stayed where I stood and started to strip off my clothes slowly. My eyes never leaving Bailey. I pulled down my bottoms, freeing my rock hard cock.

"You look so fucking sexy, baby boy. Do you need daddy to fuck you?" I asked him while stroking myself.

He shook his head. "No, not tonight, daddy. Tonight I want you to make love to me." He crooked a finger at me.

I walked over and climbed on top of his small body. Our kisses were deep and passionate. Tongues swirling slowly. I pulled away and placed several kisses on his beautiful face. One on his forehead. One on each eyelid. One to his nose. One to each cheek and one on his chin. Then I kissed along his jawline and down his neck.

I reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube. I started to slick up my fingers but Bailey grabbed my hand. "I'm stretched enough still from last night. I just want to feel you."

I leaned down and kissed him on the lips again while using the lube on my cock. Bailey wrapped his legs around my hips and I lined myself up to his hole.

"I love you so much, Bailey Claire." I said and then began to push slowly inside of him. 

"Mmmm, I love you too."

I kept a slow sensual pace the entire time. Bailey dug his nails into my shoulders as I bumped the head of my cock against his prostate with every thrust.

"You're so beautiful, Bailey. The most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on. I love you so much, baby." I panted.

He cried out as he came between us and I followed right behind him. I laid on top of him, careful not to put all my weight on him, while we tried to catch our breath.

I cleaned us both up and laid down next to him in bed. Wrapping an arm around him I pulled him against me, chest to chest and ran my fingers softly up and down his back.

"I love you so much, Adam. Always and forever."

"Always and forever, baby."