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“Oh.” That was a good idea. “Daddy knowseverything. He likes knowing stuff.”

And having privacy.

“He has to know something good for the twins to look like that.” It took a lot to startle them because they were more of a handful than I was. “Should we warn Austin they’re probably going to end up doing something ridiculous?”

Charlie snickered. “No.”

He was so naughty.

That was one of the reasons I liked playing with him so much.

“Oh, Daddy never mentioned anything about Papa Ansel’s tattoos. So if you ever want to surprise him, you should color.” That had Charlie going five different shades of red, but he didn’t hide.

He giggled.

He liked his Daddy’s tattoos and he liked making them pretty with his special markers.

“You two like teasing each other.” Charlie was still really pink, but he didn’t seem stressed and he wasn’t looking at his Daddy, who was standing in the doorway. “Your Daddy looks grumpy but he’s not.”

“Oh, he’s grumpy.” There was no reason to lie about that. “He’s done some interviews where he nearly takes the reporter’s head off and you should’ve heard him earlier on a work call.”

Daddy hadn’t been happy about those shenanigans at all.

“But I’m special and I keep him from working too much. I’m kind of an attention whore, but he wouldn’t know what to do with a little as sweet as you.” Daddy needed some spice in his life.

But not the twins level.

That would just be scary and overwhelming because Daddy worked too much to deal with them. Even Austin said they were high maintenance.

I was being serious but Papa Ansel started coughing, so I pointed back at him and smiled. “See? Your Daddy knows it too.”

“What does Charlie’s Daddy know?” Suddenly my Daddy was there, but I remembered our milks and didn’t tackle him.

And I remembered the stairs too.

“That I’m…that I need lots of attention and you like giving me attention, Daddy. So we’re perfect.” I was looking very innocent but Charlie giggled and his Daddy rolled his eyes.

Tattletales.

“And you remembered to use nice words and talk sweet about my monkey, right?” Daddy raised one eyebrow and didn’t seem to believe me when I nodded. “Of course you did.”

I didn’t think I’d been mean, so it wasn’t a lie.

Iwasan attention whore and I’d found someone who liked to give me attention. There was nothing wrong with that, and it was an accurate description in the dictionary and everything…and not even the naughty dictionary.

I was a good boy and didn’t look there, but I couldn’t be blamed if Austin had it up on his phone.

“You like giving your monkey attention, Daddy.” I shrugged since it couldn’t be helped. “You said so. And you said that you’re going to make me a playroom. So that’s even more attention.”

The giggles behind me said the other littles knew what getting a playroom meant.

Daddy was going to keep me.

He huffed and rolled his eyes again. “You’re trying to steal the good boy status. It was my turn.”

No giggles.

No giggles.

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