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

Chapter 9

Terrence

“And then I said I needed more toys and Leander said no, but I won because it’s my money and I can buy toys if I want. Right?” I was right but Daddy needed to say I was right.

“Yes.” Daddy kissed my head and stole the keys from my hand. “But Daddy will open the door or we’ll freeze to death after I get stabbed.”

He was so silly.

“You’re dangerous with those.” Daddy kept the keys after he opened the door. “Littles who talk with their hands don’t need pointy things.”

“I’m not little. I was just talking about toys.” There was a big difference. “That’s not little. Everyone can talk about toys. People collect them.”

“You don’t collect them. You play with them and you had ice cream with sprinkles on it for dessert and I had to help you buckle your seat belt because you didn’t want it touching you.” Daddy raised one eyebrow and kissed my head again before he put his hand behind my back and helped me in the house. “And you’ve been talking about your toys for the whole drive home because you want to play with them but you don’t want to tell me that.”

Maybe.

“First dates are about getting to know the big sides. I remember that.” I thought it was kind of stupid, but I remembered it.

“Why do we have to do it that way?” Daddy seemed very confused as he took off my coat and hung it up on the hooks by the door. “I think getting to know both parts of you is important.”

“Um, dates?” I hadn’t made the silly rule. “I had Doms tell me that and so did Leander.”

“They’re wrong.” Shrugging, Daddy didn’t seem to have a problem calling out the other Doms. “I’m right.”

“Okay.” It wasn’t nice to tell a Daddy he was wrong anyway, so I wasn’t going to be naughty when I liked the rule. “You’re the Daddy.”

“Yep.” Daddy crouched down in front of me. “Feet up. You don’t have to wear the shoes anymore.”

Yay.

“One.” Daddy was a good helper and made my first foot unstuck. “Two. All set.”

Wiggling my toes felt so good. “Shoes are the hardest part of winter, Daddy.”

“I think part of the problem is that your feet are too wide for the shoes you’re buying.” Daddy frowned at my Santa sneakers. “These are cute but they don’t fit.”

“But they’re cute.” And the Santa was tiny so no one could see him and frown at me. “They’re very cute.”

Daddy rolled his eyes as he stood up. “I’m not arguing about how they look. You’re making yourself miserable because they’re too narrow.”

“But they’re cute.” I liked cute shoes. “If I have to wear shoes, they have to be cute.”

Shoes were terrible.

“Your shoes are driving you crazy because they’re not the right size.” Daddy frowned when I shrugged. “This conversation shows I’m right. You’re little.”

“I’m naughty even when I’m big. Leander says I’m a pain in the butt.” He said ass but I couldn’t say that since I wasn’t big. “So I’m not little.”

Daddy shook his head. “Alright, big boy, how about you show me your playroom since we can all stop ignoring that room now.”

Yay.

“I’m not supposed to show strangers my playroom because they don’t always understand. The plumber was rude.” My toys didn’t have to stay in a box to be special. “He said playing with the toys ruined them.”

He was crazy.

Daddy’s frown said he thought so too. “That’s rude.”

Daddy could handle the plumber if the pipes got naughty again.

“I told him that too.” It just made him frowny and pouty. “But he fixed the pipes once he stopped whining.”

Toy people who weren’t play with the toys people were brats.

“I’ll help with the plumber if he has to come over again.” Daddy already knew that was his job without me having to say so. He was amazing. “But I still haven’t seen your special room and now you’re telling me the plumber saw it first. That’s not nice to Daddy.”

Daddy was just as dramatic as Leander.

“It’s not my fault.” Old houses liked to be dramatic too. “I’ll share with you now since you’re not a stranger.”

“I should hope not. I gave you a beautiful new kitchen. I’m not a stranger.” Daddy had different rules than Leander had said he would.

Maybe Leander didn’t know that it was fixing stuff that made a Daddy not a stranger?

Leander said it was orgasms or kisses, but Daddy didn’t think so.

I was going to have to explain it to Leander once I figured out what else a Daddy could fix before he wasn’t a stranger.

“No. You’re not a stranger.” Because he’d fixed a lot of stuff and he’d given me cheek kisses and neck kisses and an orgasm. So no matter what rules we followed, it was all set. “You’re Daddy.”

“That’s right.” Daddy took my hand and started dragging me through the house. “And I’ve been a very patient Daddy.”

Maybe?

“If I can see you orgasm, then I can see your toys.” Daddy’s head cocked. “Your little toys. I’ve already seen the big ones.”

My big ones came in all sizes and that made me giggle.

“You know what I meant.” Daddy tried to huff but he looked like he wanted to giggle too. “Silly boy.”

“Daddy’s silly.” He made me laugh. “I’ll show silly Daddy my toys.”

Or he’d pout.

He needed to see he was more special than the plumber.

“That’s a very good plan.” Daddy finally stopped at the playroom door and waited. “I’m not supposed to open the door. That was the rule you gave us when we started working on the kitchen.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Daddy remembered the rules. “New Daddy rule. You can open the door. But just you since you’re not a stranger.”

Daddy nodded but froze as he reached for the door and pulled his hand back. “Are the rest of the guys still strangers?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Maybe?”

Instead of pouting, Daddy nodded. “We’ll talk about the rules for what makes a stranger and then we’ll figure it out together.”

Oh, that was a good plan.

“Okay.” Tugging on Daddy’s hand, I pointed to the door. “You get to open it.”

Daddy gave me a big smile and kissed my cheek. “Thank you.”

He knew he was special now.

“You’re welcome, Daddy.” And I was special because I used good manners…and I was even more special when I waited and waited for Daddy to open the door. “My toys.”

Daddy chuckled. “It’s the only room in the house that’s neat.”

It was okay to ignore that since it was true. “I’ve got lots of toys, Daddy.”

And since everyone knew just showing off the toys didn’t make someone little, I wiggled past Daddy and dragged him inside the playroom. “I’ve got trucks and ponies and books and stuffed animals and my bear and the crayons you got me and a chair. That’s your chair.”

He didn’t sit fast enough, so I helped him. “There you go.”

I was a great helper and Daddy even sucked in a breath he was so excited for my help. “You get to sit there and read me books and cuddle me and watch me and nod while I play. Leander said that’s what most Daddies in a playroom do but I’ve never had a Daddy in mine because most of them are kind of frustrating and bad bossy.”

Daddy cocked his head. “We’ll talk about being bad bossy later, but right now I’d love to see your toys, and if you want, I’ll read you a book.”

Before I could tell him that I wasn’t little, he remembered and held up his hands. “Just for practice. We’ll try it now while you’re not little and then you can tell me if we did it right for when you are little.”

Oh, that was good logic.

“I can help you.” I was a good helper. “Practice makes perfect.”

“I’m glad you understand.” Daddy nodded like we’d made a good decision for the kitchen and looked around. “You’ve got a lot of fun toys.”

“Littles got to have toys for every mood. Even Leander knows that and he’s stubborn.” And bossy and dramatic. “So I have army men and alien soldiers and ponies.”

Hmm…I had lots to show Daddy.

“I’ve got real-looking ponies and the magic kind because sometimes you need magic ponies to fight the aliens.” Regular ones got scared of the aliens. “Then I got bears and cuddly things just in case it’s binkies and snuggles kind of little playtime. There’s lots of kinds. Did you know that?”

Picking up the bear Daddy had given me, I went over to my books. “Some Daddies don’t like the all-kinds kind of little but you said you like variety. Like cookies. But you don’t like raisins. So is there a raisin kind of little?”

“They’re evil.” Daddy’s face scrunched up. “That’s not the same thing.”

Yep, he was just as dramatic as Leander.

“There are no raisin littles. Even brats aren’t raisins.” Daddy shivered. “Please don’t make me say that word again.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Grabbing a book, I helped distract Daddy by climbing on his lap. “But are littles who play with aliens and ponies naughty cookie things?”

I ‘membered not to say the bad word and Daddy relaxed and wrapped his arms around me. “Nope.”

That was good.

“Are littles who have diapers and binkies naughty cookie things?” I was going to be patient because I was a good boy, but Daddy shook his head right away as he took the book.

“Oh, that’s a good book.” He kissed my head. “No. Diaper littles are chocolate chips too.”

Snuggling us back into the big chair I’d picked out for him, Daddy made a happy sound and wiggled me around so he had me just right. “Perfect. Oh, who else should we include? Um, littles who like video games and museums and puzzles and hard coloring books are chocolate chips too.”

Whew.

I liked lots of stuff that was chocolate chips.

“That’s good, Daddy.” Kissing his cheek, I went back to my snuggly position so he could practice reading me a book. “I like lots of those things.”

“You do? Thank you for telling me.” He kissed my head before he looked around. “I think we’re missing something. We need to make sure we’re practicing just right.”

He was a really smart Daddy.

I was going to have to tell Leander what a good job he did.

“My binkie.” Pointing to the table by the chair, because Leander had helped me remember that Daddy chairs needed tables, I wiggled my fingers. “Books and cuddles need binkies.”

“Oh yes. We’ll remember that next time.” Picking up my binkie, Daddy brought it to my mouth. “It’s a very good job we’re doing a practice run for book time. We might have to do that for toys or bottle time next.”

As I nodded, I rested my head on his shoulder and relaxed because that was what I’d do if I was little. But I wasn’t. I had to be good for practice, though.

“Perfect. I’m glad we know what we’re going to do for our trial runs.” Settling the book on my lap, Daddy made the chair start gliding back and forth. “And can I just say, you picked out the perfect chair for me?”

That was good because me and Leander had sat in lots and lots and lots of them to figure it out.

“We might need to get one of these for my house too.” Daddy gave me another snuggly kiss. “I want to make sure we have everything that grown-up Terrence and little Terrence need to have fun. So a variety of toys at each house and a glider chair to start.”

Toys.

My giggle made Daddy sigh. “Yes, grown-up and little toys. You might need afternoon time at Daddy’s house too, so we need to make sure we’re prepared for anything.”

Daddy liked being prepared.

He liked having all his tools laid out and he liked having all his plans organized.

I was just as important as work stuff.

“I’m going to start making lists so I don’t forget anything.” Daddy gave me another hug. “After our date, of course. I’ve still got lots of practicing to do and lots to learn about you.”

Leander said everyone knew the best Daddies made lists.

He was going to like being right about that too.

But I’d been right about lots of stuff too…and he was my Daddy, so that meant I got all the rewards and cuddles and attention for being right.

And he was going to give me even more rewards after we practiced.

I was going to like practicing too…and I was going to have to tell Leander that the best Daddies practiced first.