Page 34 of Santa’s Little Faker
“I win.” Ha. I escaped. “I win.”
“Hey.” Daddy Bastian huffed. “That’s sneaky.”
Cheek kisses were very sneaky.
Terrence said so.
“I cute.”
Daddy Bastian huffed and puffed and then his smile escaped. “You’re very cute. I’m going to remember that.”
Nope.
“Bottle?” Distract the Daddy. Terrence said so. “Cuddles?”
Daddy Bastian sighed.
Defeat.
Terrence was regular smart and Daddy smart too.
“Yes, cuddles.” He shook his head but took my hand. “Alright, is milk okay? You used to like it.”
“Grown-ups don’t drink milk, but I’m little.” I shrugged. “I get milk.”
Daddy Bastian rolled his eyes. “Your father is a moron. He’s well-intentioned but he’s an idiot.”
Yep.
“Good with cars?” Grumpy moron, helpful moron. “And fish.”
He scrunched up his face again. “If dating you ends up with me having to go fishing, you’re going to owe me.”
Terrence told Leander how to say thank you.
“That laugh was pure evil.” Daddy Bastian grumbled. “Nope. I’m not going to ask.”
“Tell?” Daddy Bastian would squirm. “Cute.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Grumble. Grumble. Grumble. “Yes. But a cute menace.”
Me?
Ha.
Cute.
Daddy Bastian liked talking to himself. I smiled and gave him the big eyes like I’d practiced as he took me to the kitchen.
Cute.
Sweet.
Not naughty.
Nope.
He sighed.
