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“You said he was the baby of ten kids?” I couldn’t imagine that many kids.
Nodding, Milo accepted a zucchini fry dipped in ranch, only mildly pouting. “Yes, his father said his mother never figured out where they came from, but Dally’s older brother said his parents were just stupid and fucked like rabbits.”
Ah.
Laughing seemed inappropriate but it was impossible to hold back. “You’d have thought after just a couple they’d have figured it out.”
Milo shrugged, grinning as I finally cut off a piece of the dessert he wanted so badly. “They figured it out at some point because Dally’s mom told us about the birds and bees and when the bees love each other very much and can do things too. But she must’ve figured it out right before she had Dally.”
Well, at least his conservative-leaning family hadn’t missed how interesting Dally was…or how interesting Milo was.
“Did you ever date Dally?” It seemed like the most innocent version of that question I could’ve asked but Milo scrunched his face up like I’d just asked him to eat a bug.
“No. He’s bossy.” Milo’s response was odd but understandably honest as well.
“I can see that being a problem.” He was also a delightful troublemaker and Milo didn’t seem to find that sexually attractive in a partner.
No, he liked Daddies and frowning assholes who got him brownies.
“And Dally’s mom said you don’t sleep with family and we’re like brothers.” Milo shrugged. “She didn’t understand some bees have special needs and ours didn’t match either.”
So she could understand the bees wanting to hang out and sting each other but kinks were confusing?
“Not everyone understands special needs.” That seemed to apply to nearly every group, so I wasn’t terribly surprised in general, but Dally was outgoing enough that I wasn’t sure how she could’ve missed figuring it out.
Nodding enthusiastically as he pushed the plate to me, he gave me a big smile. “You finish. I’m full, Daddy.”
“Thank you.” I took him at his word since I’d made sure he got plenty as we were talking, and though I thought he was done with the conversation, he surprised me.
“It’s okay that she didn’t understand. Dally found the internet and then Dally’s dad told his older brother to talk to us. So it was fine.” Milo’s version of events sounded very innocent but I was picturing utter chaos.
“He’s nice too and he likes bees and birds and stuff.” Milo shrugged, possibly only vaguely understanding about the older brother’s stuff. “He said their parents are insane, so he’d help…and he did.”
Weirdest family ever.
I couldn’t imagine what it would’ve been like to grow up like that, but Milo seemed to have enjoyed just being on the periphery of it. “I’m glad he could help.”
And that he probably saved them from bizarre internet predators.
Dally didn’t seem like he’d have a lot of common sense when it came to figuring out that kind of stuff online…especially when he was younger.
“Me too.” Taking a drink of his juice, Milo was adorably careful as he set the glass back down. Something about the way he was holding the cup said little Milo had ones with handles at the very least. “He even knew what being little was. He’s so smart too. You’d like him since you’re smart.”
I wasn’t sure I had enough imagination to picture that, but I nodded anyway. “He sounds helpful too.”
Our definitions of smart could’ve been very different, but at the very least, I could agree on the helpful part. Milo looked pleased with my assessment and accepted it happily as he bounced to a new topic. “Did you have anyone be helpful to you?”
Interesting…but understandable based on our discussion.
“Not really.” My family seemed to be based on survival of the fittest. “I had…let’s call it some struggles dating and someone was very helpful and pointed out I might want to explore BDSM.”
They’d actually screamed at me that if I was going to be that big of a control freak asshole, then at least I needed to learn to spank people too.
That had been an eye-opening date but I’d appreciated the information in the long run.
His drama queen antics and the way he’d ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, not so much.
“Helpful people are important.” Wiggling in his seat again, Milo gave me another big smile. “They’re usually bossy, though.”
