17. Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Jobe

Best Christmas Ever

Daddy led me to that dreaded littles’ room which was the first thing I was getting rid of once I’d officially moved in.

“Unlock the door.”

“Why this room and why today?” I huffed but did as he said.

“Turn the light on.”

“Shouldn’t Beck be doing this instead of me?”

“Are you getting sassy with your Daddy on Christmas?”

I hated the thought of disappointing him with bad behavior, especially today.

My arm felt like concrete as it slowly lifted so my fingers could flip the switch.

“What the?” I stepped farther inside, taking it all in. “Where’s all the stuff that was in here?”

“Donated.”

It was a designer’s paradise. For the most part, it was a larger mirror image of the sewing room at my place but with state-of-the-art—everything.

“Daddy,” I gasped as I ran my fingers over the most amazing digital sewing machine. There were rows of bolts of fabric on bespoke shelves that housed them. Two brand new dress mannequins were in one corner. The closet doors had been removed and the interior fitted with drawers that held numerous supplies. Pins, needles, bobbins, extra scissors and a myriad of goodies. The sewing desk and drafting table were both ergonomic and electronically controlled and much longer and wider than my current ones. Additional lighting had been added over each station.

“I can’t believe you did this for me. When did you have the time?”

This room had to cost a small fortune.

“I had the contractor ready to go and as soon as we decided to stay at your house for a few days he did it. He has a client in the clothing industry that put together a must have list of what you would need and helped us get it ordered. Her card is on the desk, she’s expecting your call after the first of the year.”

“She wants me to call her?” How was this possible?

“Well, I may have sent her a few pictures of some of the things you’ve made and let’s just say she was impressed. The word collaboration was mentioned, but I’ll let you iron those details out with her.”

I picked up the card and read it twice before it sank in. “This is Tasha Colby.”

“Yes, she’s very nice and helpful.”

“Daddy,” I pivoted around to face him. “I idolize her. Most of my fetish wear is modeled after hers just with a Jobe twist.”

“Did I do okay?” Unsure Daddy wasn’t something I’d ever associate with Stanley.

“Did you do okay?” I waved my arms around. “This is insanely awesome. No one has ever done anything this nice for me. It’s amazing. I love it.”

“I’m so happy. We can paint the walls another color if you want. I chose this pale yellow because it was neutral and well, kinda happy.”

“I love happy yellow, and I love you.”

“I love you, too, Jobe.”

Only problem now was that I was ready to dive right in and start creating. I can’t believe out of all the designers in the world he found my favorite one and she wants to work with me. Holy crap, he literally thought of everything.

Was I crying? Again? Twice in one day when I hadn’t cried in forever. No one cared when I did and it only served to hurt me more. You toughen up fast when you’re ignored.

“Are you all right, Jobe?” Daddy’s voice jarred me.

“Yes, sorry. Just got lost in thought.”

“Crispin and Beck are cleaning up the wrapping paper. Want to tell Daddy what’s really going on in that gorgeous head of yours?” He sat in the fancy new chair and pulled me onto his lap.

“How weird is it that I suddenly wondered why my parents were, well, not good parents and then in the same line of thought I wondered what they were up to?”

“Even though they hurt you they are still your parents, and you can’t help but wonder. But I believe your therapist may have a better answer than that.”

“Smart, funny, handsome, huge heart, and thoughtful. You really are the entire Daddy package.”

“I try to be which is easy to do with you.”

“Mushy much?” I teased as I tried to lighten the mood. “Seriously, this room is beyond amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it. Jobe, if you ever want me to investigate your parents all you need to do is ask.”

“Thanks. That part of my life is probably best buried.”

“Understood, but know that I am here for you always, no matter what you need.”

“What do you think about dressing up for dinner and having a stay-at-home Christmas dinner date tonight?” It sounded silly and fun but sexy, too.

“That sounds wonderful,” Daddy snagged a kiss. “We still have guests for now. I’ll pick you up at the bedroom door, say seven?”

“You’re on.”

“I’m gonna miss you, Jobe.” Beck didn’t miss a beat when we came back out.

“You’re hardly home now that you have your Daddy. You won’t have time to miss me. Plus, Daddy said we can have sleepovers, and your Daddy can come, too.”

“Ohhh, that will be fun. We can stay up and watch movies and make popcorn and wear our fuzzy slippers.” Beck was clearly planning our next one.

My phone buzzed and when I glanced down there were a series of pictures from Beck.

“You got the proposal pics. You are freaking amazing. I totally forgot to ask you to take pictures.” I flipped through them and even though I wasn’t up to Jobe standard hair and makeup wise, Beck managed to capture the moment perfectly with the tree in the background. “These are really good.”

“You’re welcome,” Beck beamed and skipped over to his Daddy’s waiting arms.

“We’re going to leave you two love birds alone to celebrate your engagement.” Crispin had their stuff together and sitting next to the front door. Jeez, how long were we in my room?

My room.

At Daddy’s house.

I nearly squealed like Beck did.

“Let me get the food for Beck. Did you want some of the other leftovers?” Daddy asked as Crispin followed him into the kitchen.

“I’m so happy for you, Jobe. Daddy Stanley is perfect for you.”

“You called it right from the start.”

“I’m also the one who gave him your phone number. Please don’t be mad at me.”

“How could I be mad at you when you made my life perfect? I have Stanley and the bestest friend in the world.”

“Me, too,” Beck hugged me. “And now I have a Daddy, too, and we can do all kinds of coupley things.”

“I promise we will.”

“Merry Christmas, Jobe. I love you.”

“Merry Christmas, Beck. I love you, too.”

“Now that is a picture to frame,” Daddy’s said. “I got a great shot of the two of you hugging.”

Daddy and I helped Crispin and Beck down to Crispin’s car with their stuff and said our goodbyes with promises to get together again soon.

“I love that we’re still in our pajamas,” Daddy smiled. “Let’s stay in them until we get ready for our date.”

“Sounds good to me. I say we put our gifts away and take a nap. Beck had us up at the butt crack of dawn.”

“Yes, littles are quite excitable. Especially where prezzies are concerned. He really liked his gifts, and it felt so good to give them to him. I foresee him and Crispin moving in together soon. He’s got a gorgeous house with a huge yard. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear he added a swing set and jungle gym for Beck soon.”

“He would be ecstatic. I feel kind of bad that I’m not into the same things he is.” Maybe I could start playing with his toys with him to make it more fun.

“I don’t believe Beck needs that from you. You’re great with him and he adores you. The relationship the two of you have works perfectly for you guys.”

We had a wonderful, lazy afternoon then showered together and while I got ready, Daddy said he would take care of everything else. I happily left our evening in his more than capable hands.

I may have overshot just a tad, but it felt like forever since I got to play dress up and I had all these wonderful clothes to still model for Daddy. Besides, as soon as I saw his face light up when I entered the room, it made the two hours it took more than worth it.

“Absolutely stunning, my love.” Daddy greeted me with open arms when I entered the kitchen. I snagged a quick kiss then did a slow spin for him to take it all in.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” I was a lucky boy to have a Daddy who was not only easy on the eyes, quite edible if I’m being honest, and equally as loving and caring. I truly believed with all my heart there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for me and me for him.

“Your table awaits, sir.” Daddy bowed as he swept his arm out.

How he managed to find a dozen red roses on Christmas day I’d never know but my Daddy was magical. Perfectly displayed in a gorgeous crystal vase between two lit tapered candles in matching crystal holders. Two place settings were set atop an elegant tablecloth.

“You pulled out all the stops which wasn’t necessary. You’ve heard the rumors, I’m a sure thing,” I winked as I sat.

“I’ve only heard the new rumor that you’re only a sure thing for one lucky Daddy.”

“That is the truth. The only one who will have me.”