Who’s Your Daddy (Secret santa daddy, season four)

Chapter 4

Enzo

He had on frowny face pajamas that were currently bulging in an interesting location and he looked frustrated.

I wanted to ask if he’d had a long night, but I was afraid of how he’d answer.

Not because I was delicate, but Orlando was still kind of innocent.

“I heard coffee.” Blinking, Terrence was somehow aroused and frustrated, so I didn’t mind the short question. “And someone said donuts.”

Had he honestly stopped playing with himself because he wanted donuts?

I wasn’t sure there was any right way of asking that question without it being incredibly inappropriate under the circumstances, so I nodded and just ignored the implications. “Yes. Do you want icing with sprinkles or chocolate with gooey stuff in the middle?”

No matter how many times I’d given him the real names, he always looked confused, so descriptions were easier.

“Can I have both?” Blinking, he looked around again like he wasn’t sure how he’d gotten to the living room. “I’m not greedy, though. I don’t want. I mean. I can share. Yes. I can share.”

He could when it was absolutely necessary, but he had a wannabe Daddy who knew to be prepared.

“You won’t be greedy if you ask for both.” Getting that out right off the bat seemed like the best way to handle him in his current mental state. “If you go sit down at the table, I’ll bring you coffee and the donuts.”

“Yes, Sir.” Turning, he walked over to the table that was tucked in a corner and sat down like he was a robot.

I wasn’t exactly sure he was awake, but he was listening and polite, so it probably didn’t matter.

“Coffee and donuts. Yes, we can do that.” Then I’d get to work on my actual work.

Heading back to the laundry room where we’d relocated the coffee pot again , I ran into Sergio, who was doing his best not to laugh. “He sounds…not quite awake.”

Understatement of the year right there.

“I’m bringing him coffee and some of the donuts, so if I could get the next cup, that’d be great. Oh, and do not go anywhere near the table for at least the next five minutes.” We had to talk about limits before my soon to be boy wandered through the house with that fire hose waving around.

Sergio snickered but managed to do it almost silently. “Not gonna ask.”

“Thank you.” Because I wasn’t sure what a reasonable lie would have been under the circumstances. “I think he stayed up too late.”

Again.

“I’m not sure he actually goes to bed until we get here.” Carlo poked his head around the door. “That’s something you’re going to want to work on once you figure out how to get him to stop ignoring picking out who his Santa is.”

Dickhead.

“Thanks. I’ll put that on my list.” It was growing by the day, mostly because Terrence was stubborn and needed more supervision than I could currently provide.

Being his contractor only didn’t give me quite enough ways to punish him when he was a pain in the ass or reward him so he wouldn’t want to be a pain in the ass to begin with.

That seemed to be the catch-22 of being a Secret Santa Daddy.

“While you’re working on that to-do list, here are his donuts.” Carlo held out a paper plate with Terrence’s goodies on it just as Sergio finished Terrence’s coffee.

I wasn’t sure it took a village to raise a kid…but it did to keep a little happy.

But Terrence was cute and there were upsides to whatever we had going on at the moment. Just giving him his presents was fun, and he lit up when I did things like find where he’d hidden the coffee maker.

It moved on a regular basis and I’d given up asking him what he’d done with it. There were only so many times he could shrug at me before I just accepted he was possessed by a demon and didn’t know what was happening in his off time.

But as far as littles with quirks went, his weren’t the strangest I’d run into.

Yep, and he lit up like it was Christmas when I made coffee magically appear. “Here you go.”

It totally made up for his manipulative tendencies and the fact that he was deliberately ignoring having a Secret Santa.

“Thank you.” As he went wide-eyed over the sprinkles and chocolate, his little side peeked out. “ Sprinkles .”

“Yes, and I have one with chocolate sprinkles for you later when you get dressed and are ready to work.” I was a terrible Daddy but he needed a push to be functional some days.

I was starting to think Carlo’s ridiculous comment about Terrence not going to bed until right before we got to his house was truer than my cutie would admit.

At the moment that was because he was little and only thinking about chocolate, though. “How ready?”

Before I could answer, he’d shoved half of the cream-filled donut in his mouth and moaned. “Real clothes and you have to be awake enough to tell me what day it is.”

“Oh.” He mumbled something unintelligible around the donut but his scrunched-up face made it clear what he thought of that plan. “Um, Tuesday?”

“No.” Pointing to his coffee, I shook my head. “Once you’ve caffeinated, you can try again.”

His sigh was adorable but he liked it when I glared at him, so I didn’t bother trying to look understanding. “Okay.”

Yeah, he needed to get off his ass about the Santa thing because I needed a better arsenal of weapons.

Randomly ordering him around would only get me so far because eventually he’d realize he could tell me no without there being much of a consequence.

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“I think…” Stopping what sounded like halfway down the stairs judging by his clomping, Terrence sighed. “No. That’s probably not. Ugh. Never mind.”

Orlando managed not to giggle or even look too guilty as Terrence wandered back upstairs, but Sergio was nearly shaking and gave away their shenanigans.

They’d actually done it.

Anyone else would’ve freaked out and fired us, but Terrence had just sighed and was probably wondering if he’d done something with his missing sex toys.

“You two.” Shaking my head, I tried to pretend we were professionals. “Finish up.”

If we got fired, I was definitely telling my mother on them…then she’d tell their mothers.

Working with family was hard sometimes, but I was betting most relatives weren’t like mine. “If we get fired, I’m tattling.”

Carlo finally gave into the snickers he’d been holding back. “At least I can tell the moms that I wasn’t involved.”

“This time.” He was usually in the thick of the drama and egging everyone else on. “You don’t seem to be involved this time .”

“But will she believe it is the question.” Sergio nearly bounced back to work, smiling as Carlo rolled his eyes and gave a dramatic huff. “That’s what I thought.”

With that settled, we managed to get a few minutes of steady work in before the next round of distractions popped up.

Terrence had called his friend.

Somehow he didn’t realize little soundproofing had been done in the house and it was easy to hear most of what he was saying.

“No, you don’t understand. I didn’t just lose one dildo. They’re all gone.” Terrence sounded frustrated as I gave anyone who even thought about giggling a death glare. “No. All. I’m sorry. That’s just not reasonable.”

His tone said he thought whatever his friend had said was stupid. “They didn’t walk away and I haven’t used that glittery plug in months after everything coming out sparkled for days.”

For fuck’s sake.

“I know. I haven’t bought any more from them. But it was cheap.” Terrence’s huff echoed through the house. “Fine. Yes, it was a bad idea. No more discount toys. But that’s not the problem now. I’m not shitting glitter. It’s just gone.”

The quiet in the kitchen was starting to be suspicious, so I gestured for them to keep going. I got a lot of pouts, but they went back to work.

Just very quietly.

“Okay, that’s possible.” His friend must’ve been lecturing him for a while because Terrence was incredibly quiet before we got more of his side of the drama. “Do you think I should somehow work it in a conversation that we don’t experiment with glittery things?”

He thought one of us was going to use it?

Every head in the kitchen cocked and I was too scared to ask what they were thinking. The answers would’ve scarred me.

“You’re right. There’s no subtle way to work it in.” Terrence seemed more frustrated about that than he did the disappearing sex toys. “You think? But they bought me donuts yesterday.”

Hmm.

What did his mysterious friend think?

We hadn’t seen him in person, but judging from the conversations we’d overheard, he was snarky but tolerated Terrence’s personality quirks fairly well.

“I guess that’s an idea.” His tone was slightly suspicious, though, so he hadn’t liked whatever his friend had said. “I don’t like that game, though.”

More silence filled the house and then there was a slightly muffled crash.

He really needed to get that bed fixed.

“That’s a lot to put on me.” His disgruntled tone had us all curious. “But I’m getting presents. And attention. And cards. I got chocolate this morning. Why would I want to figure out who my Secret Santa is?”

Ah.

The dickheads around me were barely breathing they were working so hard at holding in their laughter.

“Well, yes. I guess so.” The low sounds I managed to catch might’ve been grumbling but it could’ve been him cursing. “Yes. Ugh. I hate it when you make sense. Yes. Getting fucked by my Santa would be much better than doing it myself. And Christmas. Yes.”

So there were benefits to being a real person?

That was good to know.

“But what—” Terrence went silent as his friend seemed to cut him off. “Fine. Fuck with Santa and he’ll make sure I don’t get fucked.”

Oh.

Interesting takeaway.

I was going to remember that going forward…even if I hadn’t done it in his current predicament.