BOOK ONE in the Chronicles of Mischief saga


When Sylvester Morgan had signed the contract, agreeing to become Jackson Palmer's baby boy, it had been unclear what to expect.

Bottles, diapers and stuffed animals had never been the kind of things that had appealed to Sly. 

Yet, when Twenty thousand is offered to act like a baby for a month, as odd as it sounded to him, he found himself willing to try it.

He just didn't expect to enjoy it.

Baby Of The Month

/"That's yours,/" he said dumbly, poking the jumper with the tip of his toe.

/"It is,/" Jackson agreed. /"But it's old and light, so it won't matter if you sleep in it. I just saw it as one more option./"

Jackson's soft laugh sounded, low, breezy, barely a breath. Sly loved the way it hit his ears. /"Of course. That's what it's there for./"

Lifting his arms was all the help he offered Jackson, who pulled the material over his head with ease. It wasn't as large as he had first thought, and though the sleeves puffed, the elastic around the wrists prevented them from pooling over his hands. The hem only reached his mid-thigh, but it was soft and comfy, and Jackson's scent clung to the fabric.

/"This feels nice,/" Sly said at last. /"I wanna wear this one./"

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