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Because he was my Daddy. Now and forever.

Henry

Epilogue

Mid-December

Tristan had been fully moved in for over a month now, and we’d decorated our house for the holidays together, just like last year. But this holiday season, I knew we were forever. Short of asking him to marry me, we’d committed to each other in just about every way. Our friends knew, those who mattered in our families had been informed, and we didn’t have to hide anymore. We hadn’t heard from Tristan’s parents or Carl, nor did we expect or even want to.

All was finally right with the world.

Tris had taken a few months off from camming as he settled in and after getting the tattoo, but today, he was doing his first live stream after the extended break, and his followers were feral for his return. He’d set up an adorable studio for himself in a spare bedroom on the third floor, and I couldn’t wait for him to return to his streams. I had plans to listen outside his door with my laptop, just watching my boy in his element and teasing him through the chat. With his enthusiastic permission, of course. He’d seemed just as excited at the prospect as I was.

And then I’d get to perform aftercare.

Tris came down the stairs from our bedroom in a silky, thin, baby-pink robe, and my dick twitched at the sight. Maybe he’d dominate me later tonight, after he recovered from the stream. We still had a few toys in my basement supply we had yet to try.

Just not the cage with the sound.

I pushed up from the easy chair I’d set outside his room, turning to set my laptop on the seat before pulling him into my arms and kissing him hard. He chuckled against my lips before he pulled away. “Okay, Daddy, I have to save some for the live.”

I scoffed at him playfully, making him laugh as I followed him into his studio.

The room was set up beautifully, similar to the room at his condo but with better lighting, more space, and lush curtains in the background. We’d spared no expense. Turned out, news had spread that the bar had been shut down illegally as a result of revenge-fueled institutional homophobia, and Mix It Up had never been busier. I’d had to hire a lot more staff to keep up, but I wasn’t mad at seeing my savings and investments growing, and I was beyond happy to donate some of it to redecorating this room for my boy. It didn’t hurt that he was pulling in income every month from renting his home to a new guy who’d joined the DASC recently. Whether that guy was a Daddy or a boy remained to be seen.

Tristan sauntered into the room, dropping his robe on the floor at the foot of the bed, out of view of the cameras. He had upgraded his equipment recently, which he was going to use to produce and edit his streams then submit the final professional videos to the Daddy’s Boy recorded collection, bringing him income in perpetuity. Ethan’s team had already agreed to post his first five videos to see how they did, and I was sure they would do well and his audience would want more. I was so fucking proud of him and his entrepreneurial mindset.

“Okay, Daddy, the stream starts in five minutes. Any last words?”

I laughed aloud. “You’re going to be amazing, baby. You always are.”

“Thanks, my love.” We’d started using the nickname for each other, and I absolutely loved it. It made my chest warm every time I heard him say it. “And you’ll be watching?”

“Every time you want me to, baby.”

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to my lips before pushing lightly against my chest. “Now, go. I need to get set up.”

I saluted as I backed away from the door. “Yes, sir.”

He rolled his eyes, smiling as I stepped into the hallway and closed the door.

Minutes later, right on time, my boyfriend’s beautiful smiling face—obscured by his white Mardi Gras-style mask, of course—came onscreen. I listened to him through my ear buds.

“Hey, everyone, and welcome! I took a few months off to handle some life stuff, but I’m back and will return to a regular schedule soon. So watch my page for that!”

He smiled to the camera. “Before we get started, I’ve got some news. As you can probably tell, I’m in a new space! At the risk of getting too personal, I’ve moved in with my boyfriend. He’s wonderful, and he might pop in from time to time.”

Tears welled in my eyes. He was telling the entire world about us while still giving me the option to remain anonymous if I so desired.

But I was inspired by his bravery, so I hopped into the chat. Hi, baby.

Tris’s face lit up on the screen, his eyes flashing as he asked the obvious question, still careful not to out me to the world.

Fuck it. Hi, everyone. I’m Substar’s boyfriend.

For one nerve-wracking moment, the chat was quiet. I worried I’d ruined everything for him until the messages started pouring in.

Fuck, Substar! You found yourself a Daddy, didn’t you? That’s so fucking hot.