Page 95 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“You ready to go to sleep, baby?” Sam asked, and I nodded, so he reached over to click off the lamp. “Good night, sweet boy. I’ll be here in the morning.”
I choked up at the promise. Before Sam, no one had ever wanted to stay all night with me, not after transitioning, after Victor. I’d started to believe my ex when he’d said no one would want me, yet Sam was proving he did over and over again. How did this beautiful man always know just what I needed to hear?
I sniffed the tears away and tucked in next to him, feeling his arm wrap around me and pull me close. I grinned against his side, feeling fully cherished for the first time in my life.
“Good night, Daddy.”I love you.
I felt it, knew it deep in my soul. I loved Sam. More than I ever thought possible.
But for some reason, I didn’t say it out loud.
Chapter twenty-six
Sam
Late December
Christmas was in a few days, and I hadn’t come out to my parents yet. I’d been dreading this, putting it off, but I couldn’t avoid it any longer. They were expecting me to video chat with them on the holiday, and I wouldn’t be able to hide all the changes I’d gone through. Besides, I wanted to introduce them to Cameron.
We’d planned to spend the holidays together, and we were going to his parents’ house for Christmas dinner. I was going to meet them on Christmas Day—he’d assured me they would love me—and I wished I could say my parents would want to meet him.
Somehow, I doubted it.
“Just call them, Sam.” Cameron was munching on a cucumber slice beside me on his couch, looking adorable in his comfy pajama pants—the ones he always wore after I reddened his ass because he claimed they were the softest. I’d spanked himthis morning since it had been a couple of days, and he’d been fidgety, so I knew he’d needed it. Truth be told, I loved using spankings as a way to clear his head instead of to punish. As I’d hoped, he was calm as he ate a healthy snack beside me. “It’s going to be harder the longer you put it off.”
I stared at the phone on his coffee table like it was going to jump out and bite me. “I know.” I huffed, turning to him. “Maybe I just never tell them?”
Cameron pointed at the phone. “Call them. Now.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Who’s the Daddy around here?”
He smiled prettily. “You are, Daddy.”
“Damn straight.” Then I smiled at him. “But you’re right, of course.”
So I picked up my phone, tapped my mom’s number for a video chat, and held my breath. Cameron went into the bedroom to give me some privacy. I wished he’d stayed as soon as he was out of the room. He helped me not give in to my cowardice, my fear.
My call with my parents lasted all of two minutes. Having practiced coming out to Alex, Sadie, and Seth already, my short speech was well-rehearsed and to the point. I wasn’t sure why, but I sensed this would be the only chance I would have to tell them about Cameron, so I told them I was gay, too.
To say they did not handle it well would be the world’s biggest understatement.
After my dad hammered the final nail in the coffin by spewing out my deadnameanda homophobic slur with all the venom a transphobic bigot could muster and slamming their computer shut while my mom just sat there, I couldn’t take anymore. Gasping, I collapsed onto the couch, my face pressed into the seat cushion. Moments later, I was in Cameron’s arms, sobs wracking my body. He pulled me close, let me cry on his shirt until it was soaked through. He whispered in my ear everythingI needed to hear—that I was safe, I was cared for, I was perfect just as I was—as his arms held me tight.
Held me together.
I didn’t need my parents to accept me, but fuck, I’d wanted it. I hated that I wanted it, but I did. And when they couldn’t even look at me,seeme, when I’d shared who I truly was, my heart shattered.
I’d get over this. I’d feel better. I had friends who loved and supported me, a boyfriend I loved and supported in everything, and siblings who cared. I would be okay.
But right now, my world was ending.
What could’ve been hours later, my tears finally quieted. I blew my nose and wiped off my face with the tissues Cameron had brought me earlier. He had grabbed us bottled waters at some point, too.
When I met his gaze, he offered me a sympathetic frown. “Feel better?”
I nodded, sniffling. “Thank you for holding me.”
“Always.” He scrutinized me, and his next words came out as a statement, not a question. “It didn’t go well.”
