Page 65 of Santa’s Little Faker
She said so a lot when she got mad.
Daddy sighed. “If that’s the rule, we’ve got to be careful.”
“Did you get distracted?” Daddies did that. Terrence said so. “Or are you being nice ’cause you don’t want happy time?”
Happy was a good word.
A happy word.
Ha.
I was so funny.
Daddy rolled his eyes. “That laugh always makes me worry.”
Everything made Daddy worry.
“I’m your good boy.” Cheek kiss time. “Did you get distracted again?”
Oh.
He groaned.
Yep.
Worries.
“No, but I was trying to distract you because as much as I would love happy time with you, I think we should do that tomorrow.” Daddy stood straight and looked serious. “I want to be physical with you, but we need to talk more about that stuff.”
Daddy’s list was a fun time list but not an inside the boy list.
Hmm.
“You forgot to ask me about putting my mouth on you, Daddy.” He needed me to help him next time. “I’ll remember. I can do it.”
What else?
“And I’ll remember to ask about inside stuff and outside stuff. There’s lots of outside stuff.” There were different ways to do inside stuff too. “I’m smart and I’ll be a good helper.”
I could be a good helper now too.
How?
Had to follow Daddy’s rules and limits.
Oh.
I was so smart.
“Touching yourself was on the list, Daddy.” He forgot. “We can do that. I’ll watch. I don’t watch TV people but I’ll watch you.”
Daddy wasn’t boring and fake like the TV people.
“You.” Daddy stopped and breathed and worried again. “Yes, that was on the list and we talked about it. Good job for remembering our list.”
I ’membered good.
“I ’member lots about your list too, Daddy.” He didn’t have to squirm about that anymore. I leaned in close and whispered so he knew it’d be important. “You were worried about breeding me, but I’m going to like that, so you don’t have to get butterflies in your tummy anymore.”
