Page 9 of Daddy's Little Chaos Gremlin

“Oh, I’m fuckin’ pissed,” Mr. Rowan declared.

I immediately cringed and tried to pull away, not like there was any real chance of that happening. He was way stronger than me.

“At myself,” Mr. Rowan continued. “For not having a conversation with you about it last night. I got as caught up inthe excitement as Tristan did and never once considered that you wouldn’t ask for something if you needed it.”

“I-I just didn’t think it would hit me before we could come in to get breakfast,” I admitted. “It was just a little sugar drop.”

“A drop of any kind isn’t little,” Mr. Rowan insisted. “And you will not be allowed to let that happened again, do I make myself understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, you two are going to stay right here while I finish breakfast and don’t even think about discussing anything relating to work. I will bring the food to you when it’s ready and only once I’m certain you are steady on your feet will you be able to go clean up.”

Nodding, I finally met his gaze. “Yes, sir,” I said while Tristan chimed in with a tearful sounding,Yes, Daddy.

He pressed a kiss to the side of my head and kissed Tristan on the forehead before tucking a blanket around us. The kitchen was only a few feet away, and the wall design had the center piece cut out so we could still see him as he started plating the food. Just turning my head made the dizziness come back even worse than the last time.

Moaning, I slumped against the back of the couch, until Tristan gently tugged me down to lie across his lap and started stroking my hair as my vision evened out again.

“You were so amazing,” Tristan praised.

“That kind of talk drifts dangerously close to talking about work,” Mr. Rowan called from the kitchen. “You may praise himall you’d like while you’re looking at the photos, for now, why not take a moment to see what else you two have in common.”

I cuddled closer to him, eager to learn more about him.

“Would it be too much like a dating app to ask what you like to do during your downtime?” Tristan asked.

“Not as long as it isn’t too much like a dating app for me to ask what your favorite movies are,” I replied.

Giggling, we hugged each other some more while he thoughtfully considered my question.

“I know it’s a bit all over the place, but I love pieces with mood and attitude.The Crow,Sin City, andUnderworldare my go-to comfort movies, and I love both versions ofThe Punisher, just notWar Games, it didn’t tick off the right boxes for me.”

“I’ve never seenWar Games, but I love both the Dolph Lundgren and the Thomas Jane Punishers.”

“Aren’t they the best?”

“Yeah, they are,” I said. “I love all of the ones you named andInterview with a Vampire. I love the whole tone of that movie.”

“That one is awesome, too, but I really felt like there should have been more explored between Louie and Lestat.”

“Right? Like how can people not see it?”

We giggled at that, heads pressed together as he hugged the blankets around us.

“Sleepy Hollowis another of my favorites,” I admitted. “I know it probably sounds weird, but when I can’t sleep, I let it play overand over, so I can get lost in the story. It’s still resting, even if I never completely fall asleep.”

“Daddy doesn’t let me stay up all night anymore,” Tristan admitted. “I get frustrated with my sculptures because I’m too tired to focus on them properly.”

“Don’t forget cranky, anxious and weepy,” Mr. Rowan pointed out. “It’s never good to stress yourself out that way, though the occasional all-night movie marathon would certainly be permittable, provided there were no attempts to enter the workroom the following day.”

“Wanna do that?” Tristan asked. “Have a big, long movie marathon with me? We can addSnow White and the Huntsmanto the list andThe Dark Knight.”

“Ohh, that’s my favorite Batman movie,” I replied. “Have you ever watchedFlatliners?”

“Just the original, I’m not sure I wanna see the remake.”

“Me, either. The original was just so awesome.”

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