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Their Little House Edwin
Copyright 2025 Della Cain and Kaytea Kat
Digital ISBN: 979-8-89320-270-0
Print ISBN: 979-8-89320-271-7
Published by Decadent Publishing LLC
Table of Contents
Also by Della Cain
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Epilogue
An Excerpt from Their Little House Boston
About the Authors
What happens in Little House, stays in Little House.
One minute, I’m living my best life, with my dream job, in the city I planned to stay in until I retired. The next minute, I’m told my department is being cut. I can either transfer across the country or lose my job. I panic and accept the position. Now, I’m in a new city, living in a long-term hotel, and questioning all my life choices.
At least they have Chained here, a place I can let my little side run free. I love it. One night as I am leaving the club, I discover there’s a house filled with littles that has an opening for a roommate. If a few nights in a playroom are good, an entire home where I can be myself is a thousand times better, right?
What I really need is a daddy, but the only one who has caught my eye already has a little, Brax. They let me play with them, and it’s great. I like them both…probably too much. It’s not like a daddy can have two littles, can he?
Their Little House Edwin is the fourth book in the Five Little Roommates series by USA Today bestselling author Della Cain and her bestie Kaytea Kat. Their Little House Edwin is an M/M/M daddy little romance featuring not one but two littles, the daddy who loves them both, a house full of littles with no daddy in sight, bottles, stuffies, onesies, true love, adorable moss balls, the day at Chained that changes everything, chickie nuggies, mischief, and all the fun and sweetness you have come to expect from Della and Kaytea. If you love your daddies sweet, your littles fun, and your HEAs wrapped like a hug, grab Edwin today.
Also by Della Cain
Collared by Love series
A Puppy for His Little
A Master for His Puppy
A Family for His Daddy
Collared Ever After series
Litigation and Lace
Lollipops and Leashes
Lipstick and Lecture Halls
Contours and Cuddles
Manties and Muffins
Sculptures and Snuggles
Pacis and Photographs
City Daddy, Country Little series
Purple Rein
His Little Sunshine
Touch of Gray
Blue Jean Night
His Crimson Skye
Precious Zane
Faking It series
Happy Faking Plus One
Merry Faking Christmas
Other Titles
Daddy’s Little Christmas
Daddy’s Little Christmas List
His Boss’s Little Christmas
Daddy’s Little Christmas: Aster
A Daddy for Christmas: Hermie
A Little Christmas: Claus’s Secret
A Little Christmas: Star
A Little Snowed In
By Della Cain and Kaytea Kat
Found by Daddy Series
Bridger’s Lost Duckie
Jeremiah’s Lost Paci
Archer’s Lost Onesie
Austin’s Lost Fireman
Easton’s Lost Otter
Owen’s Lost Hero
Gordon’s Lost Mitten
Walker’s Lost Lollipop
Lane’s Lost Kitten
Colby’s Lost Binky
London’s Lost Engine
Reid’s Lost Cap
J’s Lost Crayons
Five Little Roommates
Their Little House Colter
Their Little House Tristan
Their Little House Boston
Their Little House Edwin
Also by Kaytea Kat at Decadent Publishing
A Little Christmas: Timmy
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Their Little House
Edwin
by
USA Today Bestselling Author Della Cain
And
Kaytea Kat
Chapter One
Edwin
A reminder notification flashed across my screen for a meeting I hadn’t remembered existing. The week had been busy, and it didn’t surprise me that it hadn’t registered in my head. That didn’t mean I wanted to walk into a meeting unprepared.
I shot my team leader a message, asking what I needed to bring.
I have no idea. This is news to me. We’re probably getting a new project.
That was the last thing we needed, given we were already two people short and had two departments’ worth of work in our laps already. But that was how it was here, and, really, I didn’t mind too much. The work itself was good, and it wasn’t as if I had anyone home waiting for me when I had to work late. Putting in the time now and moving up the corporate ladder was exactly where I wanted to be, and I was slaying it. If I stayed on my current trajectory, I was going to have an office with walls and a fancy nameplate within the next five years.
I grabbed my laptop and headed over to see the entire team already sitting at the conference table. We spent ten minutes conjecturing on what project we were going to be handed as we waited for the meeting to convene. If only it had been more work.
Within the first thirty seconds of the vice president walking in, we learned that our department was being cut and we had twenty-four hours to decide if we wanted to transfer or take a severance. Come the end of the month, we’d no longer have a position in our current office.
The room went silent. Out of all the guesses as to why the meeting was being called, not once had any of us gone in this direction. I walked in to work that morning with a job that was everything I wanted for my career goals and left with nothing. Everything I worked for was gone, and I was tumbling back to the first rung of the corporate ladder again. Or at least it felt that way.
Twenty-four hours to make a life-altering decision was nothing. I required much more time than that if I were going to make an informed decision. I had to write a list of the pros and cons. I needed to look at the job market. I had to calculate how long the severance would last if I didn’t find a position right away.
But I didn’t have more time, and so I did the only thing I knew how to do. I panicked, accepted the transfer, and moved across the country less than a month later.
It had been good timing for my current lease, but finding a place in an unfamiliar city on such short notice? Not happening. Instead, I checked into a long-term hotel with rooms that included a little fridge and a couple of burners. It wasn’t awful, but nothing about it shouted home.
My belongings were in storage. I knew nobody. The commute was crappy. I had to keep reminding myself it could be much worse.
The office was fine, good, even. The work was pretty much the same, only instead of being near the top of my team, I was starting at the bottom again. The people were friendly, but all of them had families and little kids or grandkids that lived with them. There was no one there to be friends with, not in any real way, and not even in that let’s grab dinner after work way, either. It was lonely.
The only good thing going for the city was Chained. Everyone knew of Chained and its sister club, Collared. They were known for being safe spaces for people with special interests, and that interest for me was letting my little side out.
I walked into the club for the first time, having already done my preliminary paperwork, and met with Ms. Lily. I hadn’t committed to a membership yet, but had purchased a few day passes as part of their new-member options. She was in charge of the little room and probably some other things. I’d been so nervous, I hadn’t really asked.
She showed me where I could get dressed, and after I donned some of my favorite pj’s, the ones designed to make me look like a teddy bear, she led me to the little room. I loved onesies and knee-highs as much as the next little, but I wasn’t sure what the room culture would be. I’d traveled enough to know all clubs had different vibes, especially in little spaces.
I wa s surprised and overjoyed to walk in and see that not only was the room elaborate and gorgeous, but there were littles wearing all different kinds of outfits. Best of all, there was a rule that daddies and mommies couldn’t ask us to play. We had to ask them, and they couldn’t just wander in without a purpose.
I felt so safe and found myself falling into little space as I listened to story time. From there, I had a blast exploring every nook and cranny. I colored a picture of a unicorn I could barely see, thanks to all the stickers Ms. Lily gave me to add to it. I had so much fun going from station to station and spent far more hours there than I had planned. Littles came and went, with and without their mommies and daddies. I mostly played alone, a couple of times alongside other littles, but not really interacting. Tonight was about me getting used to the place. I’d get used to the people next time.
All too soon, it was time to go. As I left and thanked Ms. Lily, she told me to be sure to check the little board for other activities. This place did not mess around. There were craft days and story days and race-car days. They even had dinosaur days. But none of that drew my attention as much as the ad looking for a roommate. It was a house with all littles, a shared space with private bedrooms, and, best of all, it had a playroom.
I loved going out to clubs like this, but, when I was done, I had to fully get big again, get dressed, and drive home. If I was in a house with a playroom, I could play and then just go right to bed. It sounded heavenly. I pulled the little tab and grasped it tightly as I went back to change, grateful that I hadn’t settled for a shitty apartment just to have my move finalized because something told me this number and this house were exactly what I needed.
Chapter Two
Brax
Five o’clock couldn’t come fast enough. Most days, I worked until six or later, trying to get my work done. Job security and personal responsibility, work ethic—all of those things. I’d ordered dinner to be delivered to the office. Stayed until the sun set. Everything short of actually sleeping in the office.
I took pride in working hard. My parents raised me that way. Put in the hours and the dedication, and good things would come to you.
What they never talked about was how to live. Really live. Relax. Take care of myself.
Tonight, I’d made plans in an effort to do just that. My friends said I needed to come out with them more. Talk. Laugh. Spend time out of this office and out of this suit.
They were right.
I gathered my things and turned off my laptop before shoving it all into my backpack and throwing it on my shoulder. When I left, I took a deep breath as guilt seeped in. I’d left at exactly five o’clock. Started getting ready to leave five minutes before. What if the boss needed something. What if I’d gotten a crucial email? A phone call?
Shaking my head, I started my walk home. What kind of emergency, Brax? A checking account emergency? Goodness. I was a personal accountant, not a paramedic or a doctor.
I’d moved into an apartment ten blocks away from my new office on purpose. To walk home. It cleared my head before getting down to business and did so again on the way home. I enjoyed the sights and sounds of the city. The not-so-fresh air carrying the smells of the shops and restaurants on my way to my place. And now that I’d found Cliff, I was relieved to find out I didn’t have to give that up. His home, our home, was only a bit farther from the office.
Cliff was the best partner. I didn’t want to bring the stress of my job to him. I didn’t want it either.
At home, I showered and dressed for a night out. My friends had picked out a new bistro that opened up only days ago. Cliff kissed me and told me to have fun. He was good like that.
There wasn’t a jealous bone in his body, which was, by far, one of the sexiest things about him. He knew who he was. Confident. Secure. Trusting.
“He’s here!” Chris stood and waved me over. It wasn’t a big place so, of course, every eye turned to look at me. Great.
I walked over and took a seat. They’d already ordered starters. Huge mozzarella sticks. Pita and hummus. Stuffed mushrooms. Bacon-wrapped dates. Enough that I was sure I wouldn’t be very hungry for a main course if I ate more than a few bites.
“Want a drink?” another friend asked.
“White wine, please,” I answered. It would be my only glass of the night, and I would make it last until I left. I was a lightweight in the drinking department by all standards. In fact, one sip of this and my cheeks would heat and my stomach would burn. Honestly, I didn’t know why I ordered it at all. To fit in? Maybe.
The apps disappeared, and we ordered plates of food. I’d gone for the sausage, spinach, and cream pasta.
Everyone talked about their jobs and their extracurricular activities. All of us were members of Chained and had different preferences. That was why I loved my friends. They didn’t judge, and I didn’t either.
Seeing some of the others with their daddies made me wish I’d invited Cliff, but I also wanted some time with just my friends.
Thomas and Bailey arrived a bit later than the others. They were together now, not just at the club. Bailey was Thomas’s little, and the way they looked at each other, well, they were completely in love.
I couldn’t help but be filled with want. Seeing Bailey, I thought maybe it would be nice to have another little to share life with. Someone who I had adult things in common with but also someone who understood me. A friend who could share my life with Cliff. I didn’t think I’d be jealous of another little.
As the waitress gathered up all the plates and offered to-go boxes to those who hadn’t finished, I realized how selfish I was. I had a partner, but I wanted not just one, I wanted two? Some people would give their lives for the right person, the right love, but here I was wishing for more than that. More than I deserved.
How silly of me.
In my wave of guilt, I ordered a banana-pudding cheesecake and devoured the whole thing, not thinking about the sugar high I would have later, not to mention the tummy ache.
I may have also ordered one to go.
I said goodbye, and they made me promise not to be a stranger. I had to keep that promise for my own sanity as well as keeping my word. My friends deserved more than a one-way relationship.
On the walk home, I wrestled with self-pity. I had a daddy. A good one. One that made me feel safe and secure and who also respected both of my sides and my life.
Yet, when I closed my eyes that night, the last thing I thought of were the three of us, the third being completely imaginary, having fun and playing together.
A boy could dream.
Chapter Three
Cliff
“About ready to go home?” The new restaurant where we’d gone for dinner was the stuff of dreams for daddies/mommies and their littles, while still completely fine for anyone else. It could have been because the chef/owner was a member of a local club with a whole room dedicated to play. One who was also aware of the need to draw a larger crowd from the general public.
“Yes, D-Cliff. What a great event, though! I think Randal will have a big success here.”
“Blokz is a clever play on words, too.” I linked my fingers with my boy’s and lifted them to my lips. “My steak was perfect. How were your scallops?”
“Succulent. And the cilantro-lime rice was the best I’d ever had.” He offered me an impish grin. “But next time, I’m ordering off the other side of the menu. The nuggies are shaped differently every day. And they make them in-house! I didn’t even know you could do that.”
“Probably healthier, and I noticed they have a ‘little trees’ broccoli dish with dip.”
“Yes, definitely next time. But they couldn’t have done a better job with what I did get. We should come often and try everything.”
“Agreed. We will come back soon and often.” I tugged him along with me as I slid out of the booth. Somehow Randal and his partner Seth who ran the front of the house had created a place that felt youthful but not juvenile. I didn’t have a clue how they figured it all out. At our home, most of the rooms looked like those in any other house, but the playroom was a dedicated space for little time. We didn’t have to try to ride any lines there. “But I’m anxious to get home and enjoy the other half of our big-big date night.”
