Page 67 of Santa’s Little Faker
“Thank you, Daddy.” I didn’t have to be cute but I was polite so he couldn’t take my surprises away.
Ugh.
His smile was back.
Sneaky. Sneaky. Daddy.
“You’re welcome.” Daddy was proud of himself as he went over to the closet. He puffed out his chest and looked like he was a fancy duck. “And I love what good manners you’ve got.”
Naughty Daddy.
Enzo would be proud of him but I wasn’t going to talk to family about little stuff. Daddy said I didn’t have to.
“Alright, close your eyes.” Daddy laughed when I wiggled my arms out and put my hands over my face. “No peeking. But you’re very sweet, so we don’t need to worry about that.”
Shoot.
I closed my eyes and made my fingers tighter.
I was Daddy’s good boy.
“Overnight shipping is a wonderful thing but you have to let me know if you don’t like your rewards.” Daddy had found something new to worry about. He was amazing. “Ready?”
“Ready.” I loved presents and surprises and rewards and attention. Even more than Terrence. “I was very good.”
Daddy chuckled and kissed my head as he made the bed wiggle. “You were very good. Okay, you can look.”
Whew.
Oh.
“You made me fancy, Daddy.”
Best. Daddy. Ever.
Chapter 18
Bastian
Well, at least I knew he liked the clothes on the top of the pile?
“Yes, you’re going to be fancy and handsome and cute.” Setting the stack of clothes and diapers beside him on the bed, I showed him what I’d found. “You have car shirts and truck shirts for when my Trippy is a little who wants to play, and when he’s a little who wants bottle and cuddle time, we’ve got some onesies and socks that match too.”
I’d spread the age range out because his seemed to vary greatly, so I was glad when he smiled and started picking up different options. “Look.”
His grin was ear to ear as he held up pajamas with buttons for easy access to a diaper. “I got diaper jammies.”
Clearly he’d seen those online somewhere.
Orlando was excited about that but his attention quickly shifted to another pair that were a matching shorts and T-shirt combo. “And play jammies too.”
Since they were a hit as well, I pointed out the thicker training-pants-style undies that could go with them. “And now you’ve got new undies too.”
“Lots.” He picked up a more traditional pair of briefs that had cars on them. “I got lots.”
It was amazing what colors and patterns men’s underwear came in lately. Half of the ones on the bed weren’t even from a specialty little store. But considering the questionable logic in how he was raised, I was betting he hadn’t bought fun undies for his grown-up side in a very long time.
“Because they were cute.” I shrugged when he giggled. “I had to buy lots.”
