Page 6 of Daddy’s Little Secret

She burst into laughter. “I’m just joshing you, boy. What’s your exciting news?”

“Daddy and I are moving in together up at the cabin!”

Her eyes widened, almost comically. Hopefully, she wasn’t upset by this. “Daddy?”

Oops…

“Err, Oscar. We’re moving in together. Ashwood’s license got approved in Taylor Ridge and they want us up there full-time, so the two of us are moving there.”

“Okay, boy, slow down. Let’s get back to that whole Daddy thing before I even begin to decipher that mess you just spit out. Explain what you mean by calling Oscar Daddy, because I know yours is no longer with us.” Great, now I felt like crap for bringing my dad up. Grandma never really got over his death, and I was too young to remember him or my mom before they died in a car wreck.

“Sorry, Grandma. Um, I call Oscar Daddy.” Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. I just opened a subject I hadn’t meant to.

“And why is that?” Got a bit of attitude with that question. It was best to tread lightly and avoid going into details.

How much to tell? How little to share? Probably should’ve asked Daddy first before I did this. “Um, ‘cause I’m his boy?” A bit of my shy Little slipped out…

“You can’t answer a question with another question, so spit it out, Trey.” Shit, now I got the no-nonsense, don’t-try-to-BS-me Grandma tone.

“Um, it’s a lifestyle?”

“So far all I got was a whole lot of ums and questions. Trey, come and sit with me.” I followed her over to the couch, and she tugged me down beside her. “You’re a man now and your sex life is none of my business, but your happiness is. I’ve seen you up and down all the years you’ve been around Oscar, and that hasn’t changed since you started dating. Now, spill it.”

Would I ever outgrow the gift of putting my foot in my mouth…

“He’s my Daddy, I’m a Little, and he takes care of me. I can send you videos of the lifestyle.” Just none of us and no details. God, I would absolutely die right here and now if she saw that.

“I’m gonna decline that offer, thank you, and stay out of your bedroom. Now, about this moving up north deal?” Whew, got out of that one. I’d totally die if she asked Oscar anything. Note to self, make sure Daddy knows what Grandma and I talked about.

“I love it so much up there, and Da—er, Oscar and Chuck said you can come up and stay anytime you want. In fact, Chuck’s mom will be up there all summer escaping the heat. What do you think? Will you come and stay too, Grandma?” It was hard to contain my Little right now. Excitement over her visiting ran through me like the zoomies, but revealing him to her might’ve been more than she could handle.

Shoot, there would be no avoiding it up north. I finally got to be me there, and that was my and Daddy’s special place where my Little side was free.

“Trey,” oh no, here it comes. “Oscar is a good man. Taking on his brothers as he did, working nonstop, he’s done right by them, but now it’s time for him to do right by my grandson.”

“He is, Grandma, I promise. But please think about coming up, maybe even for the whole summer. There’s plenty of room with the three cabins now.”

“Not gonna be much left for me in Phoenix with my baby boy a couple hours away. What’s an old lady gonna do with all this house to take care of and no one in it?” She shook her head. “Doesn’t make much sense to hold onto it anymore.”

“The old lady in question should consider moving up north with her grandson. We could even build you your own tiny cabin like we did for Chuck’s mom.” That perked her up. Might be able to have my only living blood relative near me too. Though there’d be a lot of explaining to do once she got there. Especially when Chuck and Tae were around. But now that I thought about it, they might be the perfect lifestyle role models for her to see.

“I’ll take it into consideration. The last couple months while you’ve been gone have been lonely, and being retired leaves too much time on my hands. At least that way I can keep an eye on that Daddy of yours.”

Grandma: 1

Trey’s lack of filter: a big fat zero.

“When’s the move happening?”

“Saturday.”

“Oh my. Guess we better get to packing up your room.” She got up and headed in that direction while I grabbed the boxes and packing materials I’d brought from the back of my SUV.

Daddy had offered to come with me and help, but I wanted this time with my grandma. I missed her while we were up north and wanted to be able to answer her questions without him feeling put on the spot.

“Do you remember this?” she asked as I stepped inside the room and set the boxes down.

“Yeah, the award I got for winning the Spelling Bee in fourth grade.”