Lucy high-fived Robin, and I realized I’d just ensured a lifelong friendship between them.
“Are you ready?” Aiden asked, with a subtext that, hopefully, only I was aware of.
“Sure.”
I turned to Lucy.
“Listen to Robin. And don’t get so carried away having fun that you set the house on fire.”
I looked pointedly at Robin, who was fondling a soft wool throw that lay on the back of the couch. He put a hand to his chest in shock.
“As if.” He turned to Lucy. “Girl, your daddy is super paranoid.”
“Yeah, I know,” Lucy said, plopping down on the couch and eyeing me with disdain.
“Okay, let’s go,” I said to Aiden.
“Nice blouse,” he said to Robin, who preened and smiled.
“Have lots of fun,” Robin said, giving us a knowing wave then turning to Lucy and clapping his hands together. “Okay. Where are the matches?”
Lucy snorted and dissolved into hysterical laughter as Aiden hustled me out of the door.
“Never mind. Let’s go. It’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure? Maybe this is a bad idea…”
“Fletcher, it’s fine,” he said, guiding me to his car. “I need to take you in hand. And something tells me you need that, too.”
“Yeah. But…” I gazed back at the house.
“Are you really uncomfortable leaving Lucy with Robin? Or is this just the unease of a dad who thinks he shouldn’t have any fun?”
“I don’t know.”
“Fletcher, get in the car.”
I got in the car. Aiden got into the driver’s side.
“Now be quiet and repeat after me. I deserve to have a life above and beyond being Lucy’s dad.”
He started the car as I repeated his words.
“Now look. Robin may be flamboyant and irreverent, but Patrick vouched for him, and I’m sure he’s responsible and capable of watching Lucy for a few hours.”
“Thank you,” I said to Aiden, as we drove away. “Sometimes it’s hard to—”
“I know, babe. And that’s because you take fatherhood very seriously. But sometimes you need to be just Fletcher.”
“Yeah.”
He glanced at me, looking me over like I was prime rib.
“And sometimes, you need to be my pretty little slut.”
I swallowed, meeting Aiden’s sultry glance, my cock swelling in my pants.
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