Page 41 of Who's Your Daddy

So was me still being here the other good thing?

Wait.

“Did you think I’d leave in the middle of the night?”

Fuck. I could see the answer on his face. That was the reason he’d been so confused.

“You shouldn’t have picked out underwear for me if I was supposed to know to leave once you fell asleep. That’s sending major mixed signals right there, cutie.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I glared at him since he seemed to like that expression. “I’m going to demand that you make me cookies later when you’re looking for ways to procrastinate.”

Whatever the fuck his job was.

I still had questions about that but I shoved them to the back of my mind…again. We had more interesting issues than whatever he seemed to do for the idiots in Washington.

“Yes.” Nodding slowly, his smile started to peek out. “I owe you cookies for being confusing.”

He didn’t seem to mind that and settled himself in his favorite spot, draped down on top of me. “Good morning.”

Well, we seemed to be moving in a better direction, so I gave him a quick peck. Toothpaste. I’d dozed longer than I’d thought. “Good morning.”

I wasn’t sure how to switch from distracting him to actually getting information, but luckily he didn’t make it hard. He propped his chin on his hands and gave me a slightly less curious look before he settled in to his story. “I like playing dress up and I like taking care of you and that got kind of mixed up?”

When I nodded, he relaxed and his rambling explanation started. “You look cute in my pajamas…and my underwear. I remember that part. Oh, and I remember you helping me get all clean after we had orgasms in my playroom. Then you were sneaky and tucked me into bed. You shouldn’t have told me that you’d be right back and we’d play another game. I fell asleep.”

Shrugging, I wasn’t going to lie about feeling bad. “You were exhausted and I needed to get my clothes started. Do you know you don’t seem to sleep enough? You tried to get up at two o’clock to work on some kind of project. I wrote down the notes you told me to in your phone, but I put you back to bed. You’re a pain in the ass in the middle of the night.”

He didn’t argue with me about that but his head cocked again. “Am I supposed to remember that? I wake up a lot at my desk and most of the time I don’t remember going there.”

He perked up like a dog that had just heard the mailman, his eyes going wide. “What kind of notes?”

“Um, numbers and some words that don’t make sense.” It’d been late or early and I wasn’t sure they were even in English. “I’m starting to realize how smart you are and that’s fine. I don’tmind dealing with smart. But you’re going to have to get sleep. One way or another. Got it?”

His sigh said we were going to have drama about that, but he didn’t lie. “I like talking with you, Daddy. I remember we need to talk about limits too.”

He might be smart but he was going to have to work on his manipulation tactics.

They were subpar at best.

“Yes, and we need to talk about rules too. Ones to keep you healthy because I wouldn’t be a good Daddy if you were exhausted and didn’t get the right nutrition.” That got another drama-filled sigh from the cutie, but I thought I made my point. “And if you don’t want me to sleep over, you need to give me better clues.”

“I liked you staying over, Daddy. I just didn’t think you’d do it.” Giving me a cute kiss on the cheek to make his point, he wiggled and gave me a grin. “Next time you stay over we’ll have morning sex or find a fun game to play if I’m not really big. But now I have to see what I thought about and I have to make muffins. You guys work really early.”

Before I could point out that we were considerate as fuck considering he had the weirdest sleep schedule I’d ever seen, he rolled off me and bounced off the bed. “You can use my shower or my toilet or my coffee machine or anything you need, Daddy.”

And he was off.

I was starting to see why he was usually still in his pajamas when we showed up.

That was fine for him, though. We’d all kind of gotten used to it, but my cousins were not going to get used to seeing me in his pajamas when they got to work.

“Okay, bathroom, see if he has a spare toothbrush, clothes out of the dryer, and find where he’s stashed the coffee machine this time.” It was still moving on a regular basis. “Hmm, after orgasming with him, we’re probably close enough now that I can ask about that.”

It’d seemed rude before, but I wasn’t sure why.

Thinking about it, though, I decided I probably hadn’t wanted to point out that he was weird. But as long as I gave him a kiss and an orgasm, I was pretty sure that wouldn’t be a problem any longer. Terrence seemed to realize he was on the more unique side of the scale.

I was glad about that, and I was glad he had spare toiletries under his sink. They were probably the only things in the house that were in the right place.

That was something else that seemed to be a Daddy job, so I made a mental note to start slowly tackling one problem at a time as I headed downstairs.

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