Page 80 of Santa’s Little Faker
Great.
“You were Santa’s little faker, not his helper.”
I knew I was right but Orlando crossed his arms over his chest. “You listened first. You started it.”
Fucking hell.
Chapter 21
Orlando
“You listened.” I shrugged. He didn’t like it but he’d been naughty. “I wasn’t supposed to tell about Enzo, so I couldn’t tell you about Terrence being little until I knew you were a Daddy.”
Ha.
“You were pretending not to be a Daddy, so I couldn’t tell.” Yep, I’d been a good boy. “Now I can tell because now you tell me Daddy stuff.”
Daddy scrunched up his face.
Daddy got thinky.
Daddy sighed.
Yay.
“I will accept some of that logic even though it’s ridiculous and your timeline is questionable. But no more making me think you have a stalker.” Daddy got growly when I giggled. “You made me crazy.”
Everybody else was crazy too.
“You saved me.” I gave Daddy’s cheek a kiss. “Thank you.”
Grumble.
Grumble.
Grumble.
“I still can’t believe your mother came here to find you.” Daddy glared toward the front of the house. “One of our neighbors tattled.”
Naughty neighbors too.
“And I really can’t believe she still thinks you have an issue with gluten.” Daddy shook his head and slouched in his big chair. “You’re allergic to pomegranates. Not pasta.”
“You remembered.” Best Daddy ever. “Thank you.”
Daddy went very still and made his big breath again. “They keep forgetting that, don’t they?”
“Yep.” I gave Daddy myoh wellshrug. “Too much fishing.”
No laugh.
No laugh.
No laugh.
Daddy had his serious face. “You cried wolf so many times she’s forgotten what you’re actually allergic to?”
“Being a mom is hard?” That’s what she said. “Oops.”
