“I knew it! You are so a Daddy!”
“Yes, you’ve told me before.”
“So I was right?” Izzy grins, and I glare. Like fuck am I going to say I was wrong.
“You were observant.” I downplay his excitement, but he doesn’t fall for it and just keeps smiling.
“Is he a Little?”
“We’re still exploring our options.”
“So diplomatic.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll tell me about his dick, but not if he likes to play with toys.”
“His dick is very nice.” I nod my head, and Izzy punches my arm.
“Gross.” He fake gags.
“It’s your turn now. I’m going to help you find the Daddy of your dreams.”
Izzy pales and his eyes widen. “It’s okay, I’m still healing and… stuff.”
“No, I’m sorry I never understood what you were looking for, and now that I have companionship, I realize what you were—aremissing.”
“Maybe when I’m better and we get home.” He looks down, and I know he’s hiding something.
“What are you hiding?” I say sternly, and he can’t help but respond to my Daddy voice.
“Oh, well… I’m already seeing someone.”
“You are? Since when?” He had mentioned that he met someone at the bar.
“It’s new.”
“How new?”
“Umm…”
“Izaiah Louis Collins.”
“I’m seeing your dad.” He flinches.
“You what!?” I screech and drag Izzy down the hall by his good arm. That was not what I was expecting him to say, and how dare my dad do this? “There is no way you are fucking my best friend,” I shout at Dad.
As soon as we get close, Dad takes Izzy from me and hugs him tightly.
This isn’t happening. Right?
“Seriously? He’s the same age as me and has practically been your son?—”
“I’ve never thought of him as a son. He was your best friend, and I liked having him around because he’s a good influence?—”
“Urgh, god!” I throw up my arms.
“He’s a good influence on you, and he made you happy,” Dad finishes.
