Page 30 of Who's Your Daddy

“I’ll help with the plumber if he has to come over again.” Daddy already knew that was his job without me having to say so. He was amazing. “But I still haven’t seen your special room and now you’re telling me the plumber saw it first. That’s not nice to Daddy.”

Daddy was just as dramatic as Leander.

“It’s not my fault.” Old houses liked to be dramatic too. “I’ll share with you now since you’re not a stranger.”

“I should hope not. I gave you a beautiful new kitchen. I’m not a stranger.” Daddy had different rules than Leander had said he would.

Maybe Leander didn’t know that it was fixing stuff that made a Daddy not a stranger?

Leander said it was orgasms or kisses, but Daddy didn’t think so.

I was going to have to explain it to Leander once I figured out what else a Daddy could fix before he wasn’t a stranger.

“No. You’re not a stranger.” Because he’d fixed a lot of stuff and he’d given me cheek kisses and neck kisses and an orgasm. So no matter what rules we followed, it was all set. “You’re Daddy.”

“That’s right.” Daddy took my hand and started dragging me through the house. “And I’ve been a very patient Daddy.”

Maybe?

“If I can see you orgasm, then I can see your toys.” Daddy’s head cocked. “Your little toys. I’ve already seen the big ones.”

My big ones came in all sizes and that made me giggle.

“You know what I meant.” Daddy tried to huff but he looked like he wanted to giggle too. “Silly boy.”

“Daddy’s silly.” He made me laugh. “I’ll show silly Daddy my toys.”

Or he’d pout.

He needed to see he was more special than the plumber.

“That’s a very good plan.” Daddy finally stopped at the playroom door and waited. “I’m not supposed to open the door. That was the rule you gave us when we started working on the kitchen.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Daddy remembered the rules. “New Daddy rule. You can open the door. But just you since you’re not a stranger.”

Daddy nodded but froze as he reached for the door and pulled his hand back. “Are the rest of the guys still strangers?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Maybe?”

Instead of pouting, Daddy nodded. “We’ll talk about the rules for what makes a stranger and then we’ll figure it out together.”

Oh, that was a good plan.

“Okay.” Tugging on Daddy’s hand, I pointed to the door. “You get to open it.”

Daddy gave me a big smile and kissed my cheek. “Thank you.”

He knew he was special now.

“You’re welcome, Daddy.” And I was special because I used good manners…and I was even more special when I waited and waited for Daddy to open the door. “My toys.”

Daddy chuckled. “It’s the only room in the house that’s neat.”

It was okay to ignore that since it was true. “I’ve got lots of toys, Daddy.”

And since everyone knew just showing off the toys didn’t make someone little, I wiggled past Daddy and dragged him inside the playroom. “I’ve got trucks and ponies and books and stuffed animals and my bear and the crayons you got me and a chair. That’s your chair.”

He didn’t sit fast enough, so I helped him. “There you go.”

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