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I hated it when his brain actually worked.
“You’re being ridiculous.” I managed to sound almost believable.
Almost.
Dally lifted his head and smiled at me…always a bad sign. “So you haven’t already started texting him that something came up? Work? Tummy ache?”
He was evil.
“Stomachache.” I wasn’t little, so it wasn’t my tummy. “But I stopped myself before I hit send.”
He rolled his eyes as he lay back down. “I came in while you were trying to text him, didn’t I?”
He seemed to pick and choose when his brain worked.
“Yes.” My answer made Dally giggle. He liked being right. “But there are some valid reasons why this is a bad idea.”
“Name me five.” Dally sounded like he was up for a challenge but it was easy.
“Age gap. No experience with a little. He didn’t talk about the lactating thing at all. Job gap. He’s got his life together.” When Dally lifted his head, I interrupted. “The last two are very different things, so you can’t claim them as one. If you do, then I’m going to add finances because I woke up about three in the morning realizing where I’d seen his watch. It’s worth at least ten fucking thousand dollars.”
I loved window shopping online, but the only watch I’d ever had was from Walmart and it’d been a Mickey Mouse one that I’d gotten from one of my foster families. I still had it in my underwear drawer, but I’d never be able to buy a watch like his in a thousand years.
“At least they weren’t ten-thousand-dollar shoes. There’s stupider stuff he could’ve wasted money on.” Dally frowned, stretching and wiggling again while he thought. “I’m pretty sure my grandpa said they were status symbols in the business world. That’s one of those fields where you have to look like you don’t need money to make money.”
Okay, he might’ve had a point about that.
“And rich people give useless gifts too. If his family has money, his mom might’ve given it to him for his birthday.” Lifting his head again, Dally shrugged. “Like my mother when she gives everyone clothes they don’t need or won’t wear.”
She was thoughtful but kind of weird.
Every year for my birthday, I ended up with T-shirts for bands I’d never heard of. Dally said it was because of something she saw in a parenting book but it’d never made sense to me.
“Everything else is still valid.” Finally giving up on him leaving, I headed over to the bed and flopped down beside him. Besides my kitchen table, it was the only place to sit in my studio apartment but I didn’t care because I got to live on my own.
“Slightly valid under some circumstances.” Holding up his hand, he started counting things off on his fingers. “You like the age gap. You like older men, and older men who are Daddies are at the top of yourto be fucked bylist. Besides, he’s not that old.”
Okay, maybe that was true.
But before I could find a way to tell him he was wrong, he put down another finger. “No experience means he doesn’t have any bad habits like that Daddy who thought spankings should be punishments. He was weird.”
Agreed.
Everyone knew spankings were fun and punishments should be boring or terrible, like writing lines or not getting to use my favorite sippy cups.
“Yeah, I’ll give you that.” Begrudgingly.
“Besides, he’s curious about being a Daddy and Victor said he’d just run into wannabe brats and drama queens.” Somehow Dally managed to say that without realizing he was a brat drama queen. “Victor said he was really frustrated the little thing hadn’t worked out before.”
He’d talked a lot about Victor…and to Victor.
“And a lot of the guys in there don’t talk about lactating even though that’s what they have in common. Some find it too sexual to talk about and some are still really shy about it.” Dally made a thinking sound and tapped his chin. “I think your Daddy has a mix of both of those. And I did tell him that he couldn’t have sex with you, so that might be my fault.”
“Please don’t remind me about what we said last night.” I might die of embarrassment if he kept reminding me how comfortable I’d been with Elias.
Dally just giggled, not willing to save my sanity at all. “Having a Daddy or even boyfriend with a real job isn’t something to hide from. Would you rather he was a bum who couch surfed instead?”
When he put it that way…
