He was just as insane as his mother.
“The point of this is for you to learn to get revenge on me, or at least make me suffer emotionally. I’m pretty sure all that is going to punish you.” Or maybe his mother? “That’s not the goal here.”
He shrugged.
God.
It was just like his mother and that food drive all over again.
“It will fix my problems and make my mother happy. So it fits.” Standing straighter, he frowned at me. “If you need help picking out appropriate gifts to give my parents, I’ll help with that and even paying for it if your estrangement from your family has caused financial issues.”
He really was his mother’s child.
“No, they don’t want to see me after hearing that much about my personal life, but they’re still paying for shit and I’ve gotten access to my trust fund.” Rumor had it they’d asked about morals clauses, but I was pretty sure I got my kinky side from my grandfather, so he’d been smart not to add in anything like that. “But thank you for offering.”
I could be polite when it mattered.
Sometimes.
With anyone else I’d have asked if he was doing okay, but his mother had basically invented those holistic candles and one of the first meditation apps that had gone damned near viral. So while they were kind of weird, they were very generous and stupidly rich.
“I wasn’t sure how upset they were.” Most people from back home ignored the issue, but Chipmunk didn’t seem to have gotten the memo on that. Something else he’d gotten from his too nice parents. “They really overreacted and I couldn’t decide if they’d taken that out on you financially.”
“It would’ve looked bad on them.” At least, that was what I thought was behind them just ignoring me and not actually trying to disown me. “And I think my mother is hoping it’s just a phase.”
The already strange conversation just kept getting weirder every time Chipmunk opened his mouth. “You’re a Daddy, not a serial killer. It’s ridiculous. Oh, my mother is probably going to tell you how proud of you she is for finding yourself and working on your inner peace but you don’t actually have to volunteer anything about your personal life. Just say thank you and tell her something like the journey will be worth it in the end. She’ll like that.”
He really expected me to go home with him for Christmas?
Wait.
“She’s proud of me?” Had I heard that right? “What?”
Chipmunk cocked his head and frowned at me. “Think about who we’re talking about.”
Oh.
Yeah, he was probably right.
“Okay, in my defense no one has reacted well to that mess.” Everyone except one creepy fucking neighbor had gone out of their way to ignore me or the situation in general, and they’d all made it awkward.
Like I’d been the one to deliberately out myself.
Morons.
“I don’t know why.” He still seemed adorably confused. “I mean, I’ve seen their reactions and I get it, but you were already out as gay and are a nice kind of Dom. It’s not like you came outas a sadist and have to keep explaining why you aren’t a demon or something.”
His life was a lot weirder than mine.
“Does your mother think sadists are demons?” There was no way that was a reasonable question but his sigh said he thought it was.
“She’s concerned for them at the very least.” Shaking his head, he didn’t seem to understand how insane the conversation had gotten. “She’s afraid they’re missing something from their childhood and keeps worrying about them. My dad has convinced her to lay off it a bit, but I don’t think her stress levels could’ve handled you being on that end of the kink spectrum.”
That would’ve been the problem?
“Well, at least she doesn’t think I have…’unnatural attractions.’” That had his eyes going wide. “Yep, evidently everyone had to start googling and that was what some of them came up with. Thankfully, my father was faster to realize the holes in that theory.”
“Yeah, littles are fully grown-up people.” He seemed shocked at the level of insanity I’d gone through, which either made it better or worse, I couldn’t tell. “That’s just insane.”
