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

Chapter 12

Enzo

“You’re here.” I woke up to wide eyes and a confused expression peering down at me. “Hi.”

It was a bit too close to how he’d talked to my dick when we’d been playing the night before, so it took my brain a second to switch gears. “Yes. I’m here. Do you remember why I’m here?”

He wasn’t screaming at me, so I was hoping that meant he was pleased to see me.

“Yes.” His answer didn’t clarify anything. “Be right back.”

Nearly springing off the bed, Terrence ran to the bathroom and it soon became apparent what had woken him up.

His bladder.

As I stretched in the bed and closed my eyes again, I faintly heard him moving around and eventually realized he was washing his hands. I must’ve dozed off because one second there was water going in the background and the next he was straddling me and looking down at me with a confused expression on his face.

“Good morning.” There seemed to be some kind of miscommunication, so I decided to tackle it head-on since guessing would never fix the situation. “Why wouldn’t I be here? You picked out my pajamas and even my underwear. My clothes are in your dryer.”

He blinked.

Well, that was something.

“You said I could wash my clothes and you’re going to make me muffins. The good ones. You promised.” I shrugged. “You did.”

“You’re trying to be silly.” His head shifted in the other direction. “That’s probably a good thing too.”

So was me still being here the other good thing?

Wait.

“Did you think I’d leave in the middle of the night?”

Fuck. I could see the answer on his face. That was the reason he’d been so confused.

“You shouldn’t have picked out underwear for me if I was supposed to know to leave once you fell asleep. That’s sending major mixed signals right there, cutie.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I glared at him since he seemed to like that expression. “I’m going to demand that you make me cookies later when you’re looking for ways to procrastinate.”

Whatever the fuck his job was.

I still had questions about that but I shoved them to the back of my mind…again. We had more interesting issues than whatever he seemed to do for the idiots in Washington.

“Yes.” Nodding slowly, his smile started to peek out. “I owe you cookies for being confusing.”

He didn’t seem to mind that and settled himself in his favorite spot, draped down on top of me. “Good morning.”

Well, we seemed to be moving in a better direction, so I gave him a quick peck. Toothpaste. I’d dozed longer than I’d thought. “Good morning.”

I wasn’t sure how to switch from distracting him to actually getting information, but luckily he didn’t make it hard. He propped his chin on his hands and gave me a slightly less curious look before he settled in to his story. “I like playing dress up and I like taking care of you and that got kind of mixed up?”

When I nodded, he relaxed and his rambling explanation started. “You look cute in my pajamas…and my underwear. I remember that part. Oh, and I remember you helping me get all clean after we had orgasms in my playroom. Then you were sneaky and tucked me into bed. You shouldn’t have told me that you’d be right back and we’d play another game. I fell asleep.”

Shrugging, I wasn’t going to lie about feeling bad. “You were exhausted and I needed to get my clothes started. Do you know you don’t seem to sleep enough? You tried to get up at two o’clock to work on some kind of project. I wrote down the notes you told me to in your phone, but I put you back to bed. You’re a pain in the ass in the middle of the night.”

He didn’t argue with me about that but his head cocked again. “Am I supposed to remember that? I wake up a lot at my desk and most of the time I don’t remember going there.”

He perked up like a dog that had just heard the mailman, his eyes going wide. “What kind of notes?”

“Um, numbers and some words that don’t make sense.” It’d been late or early and I wasn’t sure they were even in English. “I’m starting to realize how smart you are and that’s fine. I don’t mind dealing with smart. But you’re going to have to get sleep. One way or another. Got it?”

His sigh said we were going to have drama about that, but he didn’t lie. “I like talking with you, Daddy. I remember we need to talk about limits too.”

He might be smart but he was going to have to work on his manipulation tactics.

They were subpar at best.

“Yes, and we need to talk about rules too. Ones to keep you healthy because I wouldn’t be a good Daddy if you were exhausted and didn’t get the right nutrition.” That got another drama-filled sigh from the cutie, but I thought I made my point. “And if you don’t want me to sleep over, you need to give me better clues.”

“I liked you staying over, Daddy. I just didn’t think you’d do it.” Giving me a cute kiss on the cheek to make his point, he wiggled and gave me a grin. “Next time you stay over we’ll have morning sex or find a fun game to play if I’m not really big. But now I have to see what I thought about and I have to make muffins. You guys work really early.”

Before I could point out that we were considerate as fuck considering he had the weirdest sleep schedule I’d ever seen, he rolled off me and bounced off the bed. “You can use my shower or my toilet or my coffee machine or anything you need, Daddy.”

And he was off.

I was starting to see why he was usually still in his pajamas when we showed up.

That was fine for him, though. We’d all kind of gotten used to it, but my cousins were not going to get used to seeing me in his pajamas when they got to work.

“Okay, bathroom, see if he has a spare toothbrush, clothes out of the dryer, and find where he’s stashed the coffee machine this time.” It was still moving on a regular basis. “Hmm, after orgasming with him, we’re probably close enough now that I can ask about that.”

It’d seemed rude before, but I wasn’t sure why.

Thinking about it, though, I decided I probably hadn’t wanted to point out that he was weird. But as long as I gave him a kiss and an orgasm, I was pretty sure that wouldn’t be a problem any longer. Terrence seemed to realize he was on the more unique side of the scale.

I was glad about that, and I was glad he had spare toiletries under his sink. They were probably the only things in the house that were in the right place.

That was something else that seemed to be a Daddy job, so I made a mental note to start slowly tackling one problem at a time as I headed downstairs.

“Wow, there’s a notes app on here.” Terrence’s shocked tone echoing through the house had me fighting not to laugh as I made my way downstairs. “Oh, that’s amazing. I’m so smart.”

There wasn’t a damned bit of humility in his entire body.

He did, however, do a wonderful job of playing hide-and-seek with the fucking coffee machine.

“Found it.” Somehow it’d migrated to his downstairs bathroom, but I relocated it to someplace less disgusting and started making coffee in the corner of the kitchen that was technically completely done. “There we go.”

My to-do list had gotten slightly out of order but that was probably because I should’ve put caffeine at the top. “Now clothes.”

Before the guys arrived.

Normally I wouldn’t have worried because it was ridiculously early thanks to Terrence’s excitable bladder and natural curiosity, but my phone had been suspiciously quiet, so I knew they’d show up before too long.

It would’ve been too much to hope otherwise.

Yep, I was right.

They started showing up nearly thirty minutes earlier than usual, but the muffins were done and I was on my second cup of coffee and my third stack of random shit, so I didn’t mind. Terrence probably wouldn’t care either since he was well caffeinated and on his second round of congratulating himself over being smart in his sleep.

“The guys are here.” The thud and quietly whispered “Fuck” coming from Terrence’s office said he’d forgotten that they would show up eventually. “If I’m supposed to be subtle, you need to let me know.”

I thought it was a reasonable question but he made a confused sound and then there was nothing but silence for entirely too long.

“About what? You didn’t penetrate me yet.” Terrence’s logic was amazing as always, but my favorite part about the whole situation was that he managed to time it perfectly.

I’d opened the door just as Orlando made it up to the porch.

My cutie walked out of his office in his dentist jammies and for some reason was looking down the front of his pants, frowning at his penis…or maybe his underwear…it was hard to tell from my angle.

Not laughing at his antics would kill me one day.

Orlando started coughing and giving him a wide-eyed expression that made him look like a cartoon character.

The drama made Terrence sigh as he looked up and frowned. “I’m starting to understand why he always giggles when I walk into a room.”

And that started the giggles.

Shaking his head, Terrence turned around and headed toward the stairs. “I’m going to get a shower and pretend to restart the day. When I come back downstairs, you guys are going to thank me for the muffins and no one is going to ask anything ridiculous.”

I had every intention of obeying his dramatic edict and keeping my delight to myself…until he started muttering. “ I do that well enough on my own. We don’t need anyone else helping with it .”

My laughter didn’t help his mood but it seemed to give him a small orgasm based on his moan.

That definitely didn’t help Orlando’s ability to control himself, but he bounced off toward the kitchen, which would hopefully muffle the sound. “Muffin time. I’ll behave.”

Probably not, but we’d see.

“Do I want to know?” Carlo followed just far enough behind Orlando that he’d missed the drama, but his expression said he knew something was up. “He’s already laughing.”

“No.” I’d give Orlando the chance to explain the situation later since it would definitely be funnier from his perspective. “But you can start working on the touch-ups.”

No matter how much my cutie complained, I was pretty sure we’d finish up everything today and get his appliances back in place.

I was hoping we could transition right to work, but as Sergio followed Carlo in and we headed for the kitchen, everyone stopped and stared at me as we got there. “Fine. What do you want to know?”

With Terrence in the shower, it was probably the most privacy we’d have all day. “Quietly. If you’re loud, you go right to work without muffins.”

Pointing at them and taking one more proved my point…and it also got me a two-minute reprieve while they cleaned out the last of the muffins.

That didn’t save me completely, though.

“Did you have a sleepover or did you sleep over?” Orlando thought he was hilarious and barely managed to get the cheeky question out.

“Both.” There was no denying that because they wouldn’t believe it anyway. “We had a date, and after dinner he showed me his playroom. Yes, I slept over. No, you may not ask any clarifying questions on that part of the night. Yes, I’m his Daddy. No, we have not specified anything beyond that.”

And I should probably tell Terrence that I was keeping him before I told anyone else.

Grins all around said they were happy for me, but I also got nods when they accepted the limits of their teasing.

“So you’ve finally been acknowledged as his Secret Santa?” Sergio could barely get the whispered question out without laughing. “It’s a step up, that’s for sure.”

“The moms are going to love him. You know they’ve been taking bets on if you’d end up with a woman or a man.” Carlo laughed when I rolled my eyes.

“I bet on a man, so they have to pay up.” Orlando shrugged when I glared at him. “What? Everyone bet and we both know you’re serious about him.”

Okay, well, he had a point with that.

“I’m not going to subject him to the rest of the family until he’s ready.” I had every intention of sticking with that right up until they winced in unison. “For fuck’s sake. What did you do?”

They didn’t bother denying it but they immediately started pointing fingers and blaming someone else for starting shit.

“Silence.” The order was still whispered but it was delivered sternly enough that everyone stopped talking. “Carlo. Speak.”

Orlando and Sergio crossed their arms over their chest, but they stayed quiet as he let out a deep breath.

“Okay, your mother went over and tried to bring dinner to you.” He cocked his hip and glared at me in a pretty good imitation of her. “ You work too much. What are you doing? When am I going to get grandchildren ?”

God.

I was starting to see where everything had gone wrong.

“Who told her where I was?” They all looked guilty, so it was impossible to pin just one of them down.

“We were having dinner at that place that does the cheap wings.” Orlando was the first to break. “She called and was worried. Mom and Aunt Grace were with her too.”

Bullshit.

They really weren’t smart enough to marry women if that was all it’d taken to break them.

“If she was worried, she’d have called me and I’d have answered the phone.” The confused frowns they were wearing had me shaking my head. “She called you morons right away. She knew you were the weak links.”

Shrugging, they finally looked like they realized what they’d done…and were only so sorry about it.

Fuck it all.

“She’s expecting him at dinner next week, isn’t she?”

And they all winced again.

“You fuckers promised her that he’d come tonight?”

What the fuck had they been thinking?

He needed to be prepared and we hadn’t even brought out the family tree chart yet.

“I realize they were naughty, Daddy, but what did they do and does it involve my kitchen or the plumbing?” Terrence wasn’t dressed but he had a towel wrapped around his waist as he stood in the kitchen doorway. “Did they make the hot water disappear? You can spank them if they did.”

For fuck’s sake.

“Baby, your house is a goddamned disaster.” Shaking my head, I ignored my idiot cousins and went over to give him a kiss. “But we’ll head over to my house later so you can get a shower there. I’ll take a look at the hot water heater and see if it’s an easy fix in the meantime.”

Terrence leaned around me and looked at the mutts. “What did they do?”

There was no point in trying to downplay the drama, so I went with the truth. He was smart enough to understand the gravity of the situation.

“They told my mother I’d found the cutest man in the entire world to date and she wants you to come over for dinner tonight. To meet everyone.” When he didn’t react, I tried again. “Everyone. The whole family.”

Seconds ticked by before he blinked. “Yes, they need to be spanked, Daddy. They were naughty.”

Shaking his head, Terrence turned around. “I’m going to solve world peace instead. Have fun finishing my kitchen but no one is getting cookies. They were naughty.”

Well, at least he understood the gravity of the situation.

I just wished they hadn’t ruined my chances of getting cookies…I wouldn’t have shared my muffins if I’d known the chaos they were going to bring into my life.