Page 53 of Daddy Christmas

Daddy, KC, and I cracked up.

“Why can’t you accept that we don’t want a freaking lizard in our house, Noa?” Cam asked.

“Because that’s offensive to my people!” Noa defended.

“Your people?” Lucian chuckled. “Would that be the brat race?”

“Lizard people,” Cam muttered under his breath.

I snickered around a mouthful of a delicious slider, and I glanced up at Daddy. We’d had the pet talk already. We both wanted a dog or two one day, but not yet. Funnily enough, it was what had sparked our love declaration last winter. A dreary day in January, we’d played hooky again to watch movies all day, and we’d ended up talking about the future—places we wanted to visit together, his niece’s upcoming birthday party where he wanted me to meet his family, whether or not we wanted pets…

I’d blurted it out first.

“Daddy, I gotta freaking say it! I love you, okay? I love you so damn much. This is it for me.”

The rest of the evening, he’d shown me how much he loved me too.

An insane amount, judging by how sore my butt had been the next day.

I dragged a few fries through the ketchup and watched Lucian and Cam say something to each other that I couldn’t hear. Lizard talk forgotten. Noa had moved on to other items on his wish list.

Lucian seemed fine to me. Maybe Cam was worrying for nothing? Either way, the man was clearly head over heels in love with my cousin, constantly aware of Cam’s presence, wanting him close, reaching out for those little touches and temple kisses, and that made me happy.

Like, it was equally clear that they were a foursome as well as two dynamics. Cam and Lucian had their thing, KC and Noa had their thing, and then they had their foursome thing. They all lived together in Mclean, not too far outside the city.

It had to be distracting with so many dicks in one bed, though. Daddy and I had no issues getting down and dirty to porn running in the background, whether it was two men or half a dozen, but our bed was totally just for him and me.

I’d grown so freaking territorial this year. Not like I was jealous in an insecure way; I just couldn’t get enough of Wyatt and our adventures together, and I wanted to share every part of my life with him. For instance, this summer when he’d asked if I was ready to move in with him? The sentence had barely left his mouth before I’d mauled him. Stuff like that. Also, I liked the extra ka-ching from renting out my place because I loved to buy gifts for Daddy and surprise him with outings that I planned myself.

“You’re usually not quiet, little love.” Daddy spoke for only me to hear, bringing me back to the present. “Is everything okay?”

Um, more than! I bussed his cheek. “Heck, yeah. I’m just happy for Cam, and I’m glad we only have two dicks in our bed.”

His eyes lit up with laughter, and he shook his head and kissed my forehead. “I could not agree more—though, I’d probably word myself differently.”

Yeah, probably.

I grinned.

It was a great moment to drop a hint, wasn’t it? Besides, the other four were busy talking about errands. Boring topic!

I leaned closer to Daddy and whispered in his ear. “Spoiler alert, Cam and Lucian might get married. Isn’t that awesome?”

We inched away at the same time, and I gauged his expression. I detected mirth and curiosity and maybe a pinch of confusion.

“If you say spoiler alert,” he replied, keeping his voice down, “the polite thing is to give a man a chance to bow out. Because what if I don’t want any spoilers?”

I blinked.

For crying out loud!

“Hey, Parker.” Noa stole my attention, and it was just as well. I’d just end up scowling at Daddy otherwise. He didn’t get it! So I turned to Noa instead, suddenly in a huffy mood. “Where are you guys spending Christmas? Are you flying back to LA?”

“No, we’re heading up to New York,” I answered. “We got so overwhelmed by the countless invitations to parties with too many people that we decided to run away. We’re gonna reenact parts from one of my favorite holiday movies, Home Alone 2.”

Ugh, and as I said it, I could no longer be annoyed with Daddy, because he was doing all this for me. He’d set the whole thing up, and he’d surprised me with the plan the other week. We were talking a suite at the Plaza, limo ride, ice cream cart next to the bed, a visit to a toy store or two, and a stroll through Central Park—sans run-ins with pigeon ladies.

“Oh my God, that sounds so freaking cool!” Noa turned to KC and Lucian. “Can we do that another year, please?”

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