Page 12 of Who's Your Daddy

But Terrence was cute and there were upsides to whatever we had going on at the moment. Just giving him his presents was fun, and he lit up when I did things like find where he’d hidden the coffee maker.

It moved on a regular basis and I’d given up asking him what he’d done with it. There were only so many times he could shrug at me before I just accepted he was possessed by a demon and didn’t know what was happening in his off time.

But as far as littles with quirks went, his weren’t the strangest I’d run into.

Yep, and he lit up like it was Christmas when I made coffee magically appear. “Here you go.”

It totally made up for his manipulative tendencies and the fact that he was deliberately ignoring having a Secret Santa.

“Thank you.” As he went wide-eyed over the sprinkles and chocolate, his little side peeked out. “Sprinkles.”

“Yes, and I have one with chocolate sprinkles for you later when you get dressed and are ready to work.” I was a terrible Daddy but he needed a push to be functional some days.

I was starting to think Carlo’s ridiculous comment about Terrence not going to bed until right before we got to his house was truer than my cutie would admit.

At the moment that was because he was little and only thinking about chocolate, though. “How ready?”

Before I could answer, he’d shoved half of the cream-filled donut in his mouth and moaned. “Real clothes and you have to be awake enough to tell me what day it is.”

“Oh.” He mumbled something unintelligible around the donut but his scrunched-up face made it clear what he thought of that plan. “Um, Tuesday?”

“No.” Pointing to his coffee, I shook my head. “Once you’ve caffeinated, you can try again.”

His sigh was adorable but he liked it when I glared at him, so I didn’t bother trying to look understanding. “Okay.”

Yeah, he needed to get off his ass about the Santa thing because I needed a better arsenal of weapons.

Randomly ordering him around would only get me so far because eventually he’d realize he could tell me no without there being much of a consequence.

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“I think…” Stopping what sounded like halfway down the stairs judging by his clomping, Terrence sighed. “No. That’s probably not. Ugh. Never mind.”

Orlando managed not to giggle or even look too guilty as Terrence wandered back upstairs, but Sergio was nearly shaking and gave away their shenanigans.

They’d actually done it.

Anyone else would’ve freaked out and fired us, but Terrence had just sighed and was probably wondering if he’d done something with his missing sex toys.

“You two.” Shaking my head, I tried to pretend we were professionals. “Finish up.”

If we got fired, I was definitely telling my mother on them…then she’d tell their mothers.

Working with family was hard sometimes, but I was betting most relatives weren’t like mine. “If we get fired, I’m tattling.”

Carlo finally gave into the snickers he’d been holding back. “At least I can tell the moms that I wasn’t involved.”

“This time.” He was usually in the thick of the drama and egging everyone else on. “You don’t seem to be involvedthis time.”

“But will she believe it is the question.” Sergio nearly bounced back to work, smiling as Carlo rolled his eyes and gave a dramatic huff. “That’s what I thought.”

With that settled, we managed to get a few minutes of steady work in before the next round of distractions popped up.

Terrence had called his friend.

Somehow he didn’t realize little soundproofing had been done in the house and it was easy to hear most of what he was saying.

“No, you don’t understand. I didn’t just lose one dildo. They’re all gone.” Terrence sounded frustrated as I gave anyone who even thought about giggling a death glare. “No. All. I’m sorry. That’s just not reasonable.”

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