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Daddy was so good at driving everyone crazy.

Papa Ansel nearly gagged, though. “I’m not even willing to entertain that idea.”

Charlie couldn’t seem to decide if laughing was appropriate or not and just wiggled as he tried not to smile. “I…I like milk?”

Daddy perked up and smiled. “That sounds like a good plan. I’m sure the kitchen has it.”

I wasn’t even going to ask how he knew there was a kitchen since I was positive I hadn’t mentioned it, but it got curious looks from the other Daddies too.

Uncle Jarrett rolled his eyes. I had a feeling he thought he was dealing with another Austin, but I wasn’t going to tell Daddy that. Gideon was still in grown-up mode after being startled with all the drama and he was giving Daddy a very cop look, even though he wasn’t on the police force any longer.

“I have questions.” Gideon wasn’t ready to back down but his Daddy was trying not to smile. Uncle Jarrett always thought Gideon’s cop confidence was cute.

Daddy sighed. “I am not surprised.”

Giggling would not help the situation but I had to remind myself of that several times before I could be helpful. “Daddy likes to research things. He and Austin have talked a lot about the club.”

If it sounded like Daddy’s research was just from his conversations with Austin, well, it wasn’t like I’d actually said that. Gideon blinked at me several times but I just tried to shift the conversation again. “Do you want milk or to make Papa Ansel nauseous?”

The silly Daddy in question pouted, but Gideon let me distract him. “Milk. But who’s going to brave the twins?”

Looking around, the Daddies sighed and the littles giggled. I thought it was funny but Daddy made a frustrated sound. “You are ridiculous. They’re easy to manage.”

What did he know about them?

That was probably a stupid question.

Everyone was back to watching Daddy like he was an alien, but he just ignored them and gave me a kiss. “I will go brave the naughty duo if you’ll be okay for a couple of minutes?”

Glad he hadn’t asked me to go downstairs yet, I nodded. “Yes. I’ll be fine.”

The way he kissed my head again said he didn’t believe that at all, so I wasn’t surprised when he turned to Marty. “Will you snuggle with him while I’m brave?”

Giggling, Marty nodded but didn’t move away at all. “Yes, Papi Tyson.”

As Daddy blinked at Marty, surprised at already getting his playroom name, the little got naughty and smiled really sweetly as he tilted his cheek toward Daddy. “Kisses?”

Daddy huffed. “Cheeky brats.”

I couldn’t help laughing and leaned over and kissed Marty’s cheek. “He’s not a cookie.”

Daddy rolled his eyes. “We need a longer conversation on limits at the club.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Marty giggled while I climbed off Daddy’s lap and decided to squish Marty by sitting on his. Daddy made more huffs but I could see that he wanted to laugh even though he started shaking his finger at me as he got up off the floor. “Alotlonger discussion.”

We were both giggling and flat on the floor by the time Daddy started heading downstairs because Marty’s lap was not meant for anything but a stuffed animal. But we kept everyone else distracted enough that they went back to playing.

Well, most everyone went back to playing.

Gideon decided he was tired of being worried, so he cuddled against his Daddy, who took him over to the big chair to snuggle, but Charlie was still feeling very brave and came over. The fact that he crawled over said he might’ve been feeling littler again, but I wasn’t sure.

“Is…” Charlie paused and seemed to think as he sat down beside us. “Your Daddy is smart. He was looking at me when he said to call Austin.”

Oh.

Hmm.

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