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

Which opened the door to a thousand questions, if not more. He was about to ask, about to pry what that meant, but the look in Jackson's eyes stopped him dead. They had turned glossy; like a graveyard of restless souls, the look that momentarily morphed his face could only be described as haunted.

He ended up buttoning his lips real fast.

/"So would it be against my rules to choose to wear them then?/" Sly asked. For some reason, that wounded look the other man had reflected had unnerved him. It had sent a pang of pain straight through his chest like a javelin. His words came out distorted by a meek tremble as a result. /"Even with the choice, or does that counter that?/"

/"Do you want to wear them?/" was the reply.

/"I was just wondering if it was an option or not,/" Sly said softly. /"And you wouldn't be upset if I chose to wear them if it was because I have proved I can use the diapers./"

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