Page 76 of Who's Your Daddy

“My father is complaining that I’m worrying my mother because she was up at two in the morning buying a bug detection kit from Amazon.” Daddy looked back up at me. “Do they even sell those on Amazon?”

“They sell everything.” Even weirdly labeled naughty toys. “But it’ll keep her busy?”

That’d been his goal anyway, but it took Daddy a few seconds to realize that. He finally froze and made a surprised thinky sound. “You’re right. Okay, new plan. No matter what you do, we’re going to make it sound like you’re some kind of spy.”

“I work with numbers, Daddy.” He was so silly.

“Sure you do.” Daddy took a deep breath. “Never mind. That’s not the point. Okay, our plan is to caffeinate Daddy. Feed Daddy. Then I’ll respond to the stupid people. Then I’ll tell Aunt Sara that we’ll go down this afternoon. Hopefully, she’ll know the best time to see him.”

“We’ve got a plan.” Flopping down on Daddy’s chest, I grinned. “They liked me.”

“Of course they liked you.” Daddy gave me a silly smile and kissed my nose. “You’re sweet and funny and you were really nice to Uncle Alonzo. You even managed to evade the monsters.”

His mother and her sisters.

Giggling, I nodded. “I’m smart.”

“And sexy.” Daddy wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over so he had me pinned to his bed. “And a good baker. And all mine.”

Daddy was hungry.

For muffins and for me.

Rocking my hips, I rubbed my penis against his. “And sexy. Say that one again, Daddy.”

He laughed but it was a happy naughty sound. “And sexy.”

I liked that one, but I liked it best when he gave me his hungry look and kissed me again. “Daddy…”

He nibbled and licked and sounded proud of himself when he made me moan. “That’s my sexy boy.”

Me. I was Daddy’s sexy boy.

When he finally stopped kissing me, he rested his forehead on mine. “I knew they’d like you, sexy boy, but do you believe it now?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Cute cheek kisses time. “I might worry sometimes, though. But just a little bit.”

He snorted.

I should’ve kissed him cuter.

“Like when you woke up?” Daddy raised one eyebrow and gave me his Daddy look, so I nodded. “So you understand that next time when you wake up worried you’re going to wake me up too? If you’re worried then I want to be awake to talk to you.”

“Because you’re a good Daddy.” I should’ve remembered that.

“And because I love you, cutie.” Daddy gave me another kiss, soft and sweet. “I fell in love with you the first time you glared at me and said you couldn’t make cookies in a pink kitchen.”

I shrugged. “It was pink, Daddy.”

“That wood was not pink.” Frowning, Daddy shook his head. “Don’t distract me. I was being romantic.”

Giggling made his frown bigger but that was okay ‘cause he loved me. “Sorry, Daddy. Be romantic, please. I like it.”

“Nope.” Daddy rolled us over again. “Now it’s your turn. Daddies need romance too.”

Daddies were very high maintenance.

But he was right to ask for romance.

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