Page 13 of Santa’s Little Faker
“But if you start calling out peach and kumquat, I’ll guess it’s about safewords.” My teasing got a snicker out of him and his wiggling got even more enthusiastic. “And I’m happy to help you figure out how to talk about limits and to give you some accurate resources if you need it.”
God only knew what he’d found online.
“Oh.” Looking frighteningly excited, Orlando stepped closer without seeming to realize that one deep breath would have him rubbing against me. “Do you know other Doms in the area? What about Daddies? If my Secret Santa Daddy doesn’t work out, I’m going to need to figure out how to find them. The dating sites are hard.”
And his family was all over them.
Fucking hell.
“Yes, I can help you.” How had I gotten myself into this situation? “Let’s work on one thing at a time, though. Getting your family off your back about library lady comes first and then we’ll work on helping you figure out what you want in a relationship with a Daddy.”
That sounded logical but I was starting to understand I needed to carefully think through any suggestion that came out of Orlando’s mouth.
“Yes.” Nearly bouncing again, he reached over and picked one of the tiny trucks off the arrangement. “Family first and Daddy second.”
I thought we’d made progress until he started zooming the toy over the table. “But once I get my Daddy, he comes first and family will come second. He’s going to have to help me with that, though, because they’re naughty.”
Amen.
“Terrence is smart and he might be able to help if my Daddy can’t do it.” Making a thinking sound as he raced the car along the length of the table, he gave me a quick glance. “If you were a Daddy, could you do it? You’d tell your boy you came first, right? If you made it an order then he couldn’t worry.”
Was this the point I was supposed to tell him I was a Daddy?
“Yes.” Was it wrong I hadn’t told him? “In that situation, hypothetically, I would make sure my boy knew I came first and I would handle nosy relatives.”
Orlando nodded earnestly and went back to focusing on his car. “Terrence is doing good at managing them because he realized Enzo isn’t good at it. He said that it’s his way of taking care of Enzo, but I think he just likes fucking with the family. He’s smart.”
Smart sounded like another word for troublemaking drama queen, but I wasn’t in a relationship with the guy, so it wasn’t something I had to worry about. Besides, thinking about their family, it’d take an asshole genius to get one over on them.
“He sounds very interesting.” That got a giggle out of Orlando, but he didn’t seem offended. “I think only one person in each relationship needs to be good at dealing with your family, so if you don’t want to, we need to make sure your Daddy can do it.”
I’d said something stupid or dangerous because Orlando smiled again. “You’ll help tell him how to handle them, right? My Daddy, I mean.”
Picking up another truck, it seemed clear that he meant his Secret Santa Daddy as he started racing the two trucks side-by-side. “He’s nice and gets me good presents but he might not understand that they’re high-maintenance.”
And crazy.
And didn’t have enough grown-up supervision by people who could make good decisions.
“Yes, I will do my best to help explain your family and how to handle them.” At the very least it would give me a good chance to interrogate the asshole sending him toys and flowers. “But that’s something you can’t compromise on. If your Secret Santa guy can’t handle your family, then he’s not the right Daddy for you.”
There was no way he could handle them, so I didn’t have anything to worry about.
“You handle them really good, so you can teach him.” Zooming the trucks again, he giggled when the dump truck won. “You’re a good teacher, so you’ll do a good job helping me learn about being a little and helping my Daddy be good with my family.”
Fuck.
I needed to learn to just shut up so he could play and not get me into trouble.
“I’m glad you think I’m a good teacher.” That wasn’t promising anything, so I didn’t need to worry about lying. “But we’ll handle that when we come to it.”
“Yes, family first, so we need to plan our dates first.” As I mentally groaned, Orlando peeked over at me again as he restarted the race. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Secret Santa Daddy knows you’re just a good helper, so he won’t get jealous about kisses or questions or that kind of stuff.”
I wasn’t sure that conversation would go as expected based on how I could imagine myself reacting. “I’ll help with that conversation too.”
Yes, I was just a good helper.
No nefarious intentions here.
