Page 40 of The More the Merrier

“Anyway, after the clean-up was done, I went over to Johannes’ to see why they took so long getting back, and I kind of said some things I shouldn’t. Mostly because I didn’t know what to do with the feelings inside me. I didn’t mean to, but I snapped.”

“Oh, Cameron. You really need to learn to keep a guard at your mouth when you get like that. You know better,” she scolds me.

Even though I’m a grown man of twenty-six, I feel my cheeks redden in a blush at being told off by my mum.

“I know, okay? In the end, though, it was a good thing. She wouldn't stand for my shit and called me on it. It was glorious. She was beautiful. There she was, poking me in the chest like I’m not almost twice her size, and the next second she’s a sobbing mess in my arms.”

The pastries on the counter long since forgotten, I sit down on one of the stools Mum keeps there for a rest. My hands are covered in flour and chocolate or I’d have rested my face in them.

“I held her, rocked her until she fell asleep, and then I got to tuck her in. What kind of man am I that enjoys having a woman cry herself to sleep in his arms?”

“Cameron Jack Williams, don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. Did you want her to cry?”

“Well, no.”

“Did you enjoy the fact that she was crying or that you were the one to care for her?”

Well, isn’t that just obvious? Nothing like a mum to open up your eyes to your own stupidity.

“Okay, fine. I get your point. But I’m not done.” I huff, a little annoyed at her for being a know-it-all.

“Well, get to it, then,” she says, indicating I continue with my story while pointing at the forgotten pastries.

“Johannes likes her, too. I mean, we’re members of the same club, so I know he doesn’t normally go for the ageplay thing. But as a Service Top, it’s only one step away from being a Daddy Dom, isn’t it?”

She nods in answer so I continue on.

“The way he was looking at her? And protecting her? I’ve never seen him act like that. And I’m not sure she noticed it, but when I was putting my foot in my mouth about her needing a Daddy to care for her, he was about two seconds away from knocking me out. He probably would have, too, if she hadn’t started in on me first.”

“So, you’re scared to compete with him for her attention?”

“No. Nothing like that.” I’m not sure how to bring up the rest of the issue.

“Just spit it out, Cameron. I can’t help if I don’t know what it is.”

“It’s kinda out there, though,” I say.

“More out there than discussing the fact that you’re a Daddy Dom with your mother?”

I chuckle at her response. That was a rather uncomfortable conversation. When she told me she’d seen the search history on my computer and would be there if I ever wanted to talk about anything, I thought I’d die of embarrassment.

“Yes, Mum. It kinda is. I don’t think I want to compete with Johannes for her attention.”

“Wait, Cam, baby boy. I’m confused. Didn’t you just tell me how besotted you are with her?”

“Yes.” If she doesn’t get what I’m trying to say, no way am I gonna spell this out for her.

“But you’re going to step back and let him have his chance with her instead? She’s half his age.”

Well. Guess I have to.

“Mum! What the fuck does age have to do with it? And as it is, I’m probably going to have to force the man to make a move on her; he’s too scared he’ll break her. It’s just that I think she’ll be good for him. And me. And like… Mum!” I let out an exasperated breath. This is harder to say than I thought it would be. “I want to share her with him, okay?”

There’s complete silence after my declaration. I don’t know where to look, so I focus on finishing up the pastries so they can go in the oven. The air is thick and I don’t want to look up and see what her reaction is. Instead, I grab some of the chocolate and a scissor and fold and cut the triangular pastries so they resemble little dragons. I saw it on a meme once, and even though Zanya might not want to look at me when she wakes up, I’m sure she’ll enjoy looking at them. And eating them, if her cookie theft is anything to go on.

After putting on the finishing touch of chocolate buttons as eyes, I grab the tray and stick it in the oven. When I finally look up at my mum, she’s got an indulgent smile on her face and the love shining from her eyes warms my soul.

“You done avoiding me now, baby?”

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