“Daddy T! Daddy T!” Jamie hopped up and ran over to me. “Tell Henry you like my hugs.”
“I don’t like your hugs sweet boy, I love them.” That was enough for Jamie to give me another.
He took my hand and led me over to their mess. “Henry loves unicorns. His favorite stuffy is a unicorn named Merlin.”
“I can see that.” He had an amazing, one-of-a-kind playroom, complete with a custom unicorn bed with a hooded overhang in the shape of the mythical animal’s head, including a horn. “This room is amazing.” The walls were painted in a pale baby blue with unicorns, rainbows, and cloud decals on two of the three walls and the third was lined with white shelves filled with toys, books, and stuffies.
“My daddies are the bestest!” Henry cheered as the pony he played with galloped into a wall of building blocks. “Fall down go boom.”
Sweet Jamie clapped and cheered as his monkey swooped down from the heavens to stomp through the remains. Pure unadulterated pleasure. Not a care in the world did these two boys have as they played and knew full well their daddies were here to protect and care for them.
I wanted to be that Daddy to Jamie with every fiber of my being.
“Someone’s enamored with a certain little.” Leave it to Jensen to call me out and in earshot of said boy.
“That’s putting it mildly.” I groaned. “What am I doing Jensen? I fucked up my last relationship. What makes me think I won’t do it again?”
“The way you look at Jamie says it all. You won’t.”
Too bad my brain thought otherwise, and my heart was terrified.
“Come on, let’s finish off that wine. No one’s driving tonight and the boys are fine.”
Thank fuck for that because my heart couldn’t take being away from Jamie for too long. One week and I was already gone. What does that say about me?
Fucking heart…
Chapter Three
Jamie
Daddy T walked away with Henry’s daddies, but I heard everything they said. I pretended to play but couldn’t help it. Well, I could’ve. Maybe. But I didn’t want to. I was sad he wasn’t watching us play anymore but still happy to be here with my friend. Would Daddy T forget about his past mean boys and give me a chance to make himhappy?
“He likes you, don’t worry.” Henry said as his pony stomped around and made a big mess.
“Do you think so?” I mean I think he did if what he said was true, but it sounded like he had some stuff to work through still.
Henry rolled his eyes so hard I was surprised they didn’t stick in his brain. “Of course, silly. He watched you the whole time. Besides, I know you heard what he said.”
“Let’s clean up. I’m hungry.”
“You’re a big fibber, Jamie. You just want to follow your Daddy.” Henry’s dramatic sigh was award winning, but he helped me clean up. Henry skipped toward the kitchen while I trailed behind him, unsure of how to act now.
“What’s wrong, sweet boy?” Daddy T wore his worried face again.
I stood there, wringing my hands together, suddenly nervous. “I-I don’t know what to do.” Daddy T cocked his head to the side, and I giggled. “You look like a puppy when you do that.”
Yay, happy Daddy T was back and smiling at me. “You are a ray of sunshine. Come here.” I did a little shimmy over to him and stopped about a foot away, but he wasn’t having that. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me toward him. “You want to tell me what the nerves were for?”
Yes. No. Maybe.
“Why don’t you guys go outside and talk, the weather is perfect.” Daddy T took my hand and nodded at Mitchell, who’d made the suggestion, as we passed him on our way out.
“Look Daddy T,” I squealed, “Nallie Bear has her own sprinkler!” I giggled as she hopped up and down on a paddle that made the water squirt up. These new dog toys were amazing, and she was having so much fun barking at the water and trying to eat it. Silly puppy, you can’t eat water, you drink it.
“She’s having a great time. What a fantastic idea.” I heard Daddy T pull out a chair as it slid across the concrete, but I was afraid to turn around ‘cause then we’d have to talk. “Jamie, why don’t you come over here and tell me what’s got you so confused.”Sigh. Okay Jamie, it’s time to talk.A quick glance at the empty chair beside him, then at Daddy T, and the decision was made that his lap would be comfier.
Dramatic sighs were the best I could do while I decided what to say. With my head buried against his chest, I felt safe enough to tell him the truth. “I heard what you and Jamie’s daddies were talking about.”
