Chapter 21

Paxton

Good grief.

"Daddy?" My brain was too fuzzy to process reality right, but as I blinked and tried to clear my head, I heard knocking again.

It'd been real.

Daddy's sigh made it clear it wasn't just in my head. "For fuck's sake."

He said it several more times before he took a deep breath and leaned over to kiss my head. "Are we hiding or trying to get cleaned up?"

" Mr. Fraser , you need to let him have friends. Mr. Kennedy says you're hiding him from us." The overly cheerful voice coming from the front door had me pressing my face into the couch and groaning.

"How do they know?" I'd been boring, hadn't I? Looking back up, I frowned at Daddy. "Did I call you Daddy when we were at lunch?"

Daddy frowned and shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe?"

Sighing, I rolled over just enough to curl into him and not get tangled in my pants. "It's the old men. It has to be their fault."

Daddy's chest jerked but he didn't laugh out loud. "I think you're right. However, that doesn't fix our current predicament."

"Maybe you should call him Daddy Fraser since he's a Daddy now? He might not be answering since we're being rude?" Another local being helpful made Daddy sigh. "Be polite and try again."

" Daddy Fraser , we know you're a Daddy now, so you have to tell us how to be polite to you since we're not your friends." The first voice made that statement sound reasonable but Daddy's head cocked as he focused on the words.

Was it reasonable?

"Is that part of the social dynamics in town? Should I have done something differently at lunch?" The locals being dragons and mages and having magic should've been the most difficult thing to get used to…but it wasn't.

"I have no idea." He shrugged. "I never dated anyone in town since I knew they weren't my mate."

It was nice to know I didn't have to worry about running into his crazy exes at the diner, but it didn't help me to know what to do in our current situation. "They sound very earnest…and excited."

Snickering, Daddy slumped back into the couch and started petting my head. "They're excited to meet you."

Ugh.

Scrunching up my face, I huffed. "If I'm going to live with you, I guess I need to meet them at some point."

Daddy moaned and looked like he'd rather be doing naughty things. "We're coming back to that live with me statement because that's sexy as fuck."

I couldn't help giggling and hiding against him. It got me a head kiss and a hug, but he didn't get too distracted. "Meet them? Yes. Play with them and be little? No."

Daddy eased me back just enough to give me a very serious Daddy look. "They can be grown-up friends that you hang out with once in a while or even people you just wave at in passing."

"Are you sure?" I didn't think that was going to be an option with how the rest of the town seemed to operate.

Daddy tried to look sure but I had a feeling he wanted to shrug. "Yes. Just because you share a kink or a lifestyle with someone doesn't automatically make you friends."

No one had told everyone else that…especially not the guys at the door.

"I'm going to try." Yes, that seemed to be a good first step. "But if it doesn't work, you have to save me."

Oh.

"And you can't leave me alone with them for any reason." That was nonnegotiable but made Daddy sigh as he looked down at his lap.

"Deal, but this is going to be awkward, so be prepared." Kissing my forehead, he lifted me up and set me down on the floor. "Pants up."

Oh yes.

"That's important." Probably not completely necessary with how strange everyone was, but clothes on made for a better first impression.

But as Daddy fixed my pants, I started to see why he'd said it would be awkward.

Oops.

"Daddy, you're…" Damp. Most of my mess had gotten on Daddy. "I…You should…"

He shrugged and looked around as he stood up. "One second."

"We're being patient still but we see your Jeep, Daddy Fraser ." The singsong tone in the excited guy's voice as he said Daddy's name made me bob my head. "We can't hear grown-up sounds, so I know we're not interrupting, Daddy Fraser ."

Daddy groaned as my head bobbed again. "Don't even think about encouraging him with that nonsense."

Giggling wasn't the right response, so I had to be very careful as I nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

Some people made it very hard to behave.

I got another glare from Daddy, but his eyes were smiling and he was having to press his lips together. So I knew I didn't have to worry, but I didn't know what he was doing when he started looking behind the couch.

"There we go." Daddy held up…a bathrobe. "I knew I had one in here."

Shaking his head, he slipped the dark blue bathrobe over his clothes and knotted it around his waist. "We need to get a few more of these. I only have one for you and it's in the bedroom. That's piss-poor planning right there."

His ramblings didn't seem to be for me, so I just waited until it'd stopped and he'd taken a deep breath. "Alright. We say hi. We invite them in. We excuse ourselves for a moment and I get new pants on."

The whole situation was ridiculous but all I could do was nod.

All Daddy seemed to be able to do was shake his head, so he took my hand and led us to the front door as he kept up the slow back and forth movement.

It felt a bit like we were walking the plank…but that just might've been me because he was looking pleasant and relaxed as he finally opened the door. "Kenzie. Lorne. You've come to meet my mate, huh?"

Oh.

It was them.

They didn't look nearly as scary as they should have and their smiling faces looked very innocent. Yes, I was starting to see why so many old men had told me to just smile and look stupid.

It worked really well.

"He needs friends, Daddy Fraser." The less sparkly guy I assumed was Kenzie based on his lack of sequins and his shirt that said Soup Sucks smiled at Daddy. "You can't keep him all to yourself. He needs to play and have fun with friends."

The more sparkly man in the glittery silver vest smiled even wider and was so innocent looking I wanted to give him a hug. "We're here to welcome him to the area and make sure he knows there's lots of littles to play with."

They were both very dangerous creatures no matter what they were.

"And friends to hang out with." Kenzie poked the other guy who seemed to be Lorne in the arm. "We know that not every little plays with other people. Some are very private and we'll respect that."

They would?

I looked over at Daddy, who was trying not to laugh, and decided asking if they were serious would be rude.

"I'm glad you understand that. Paxton is the private kind of person and will decide what he wants to share and when, but we're not going to rush him." Daddy managed to say that without giggling but I wasn't sure how.

There was no way they were going to pretend not to know that I was little too. Their heads cocked and they looked at me and sighed like I was an adorable puppy. Lorne seemed to be the designated liar because he spoke as they both nodded. "Yes. We'll remember and we're going to be very nice."

"Besides." Kenzie rocked back and forth on his feet like he was barely holding back his excitement to do something that would make me nervous. "We can teach him how to play even if he's just a regular sub who doesn't know he's little yet. Mr. Kennedy said to be patient."

Good grief.

Daddy took a deep breath.

"Okay." Nodding, Daddy stood straighter. "Being patient is good. Come on in and we'll hang out for a while. You can meet Paxton and we'll have a snack."

They both perked up like rabbits.

"Cookies?"

Somehow they said it in unison and that made it even cuter…and scarier.

Daddy finally laughed and shook his head. "I should probably call your Daddies and ask if you can have a treat."

Their faces scrunched up. "Mr. Kennedy is a tattletale."

That was the first thing I could agree with, so I nodded. Unfortunately, that had everyone looking at me. Oops. "Um, yes, he called…he called Fraser to tell him that I'd bought a snack. That's rude."

Their heads bobbed as Daddy moved us back and gestured for them to come in. Once they were inside, Kenzie sighed. "I'm starting to agree with the he needs a hobby movement. I should be able to sneak a treat and be naughty without anyone telling on me."

I wasn't so sure that was a reasonable goal, but I nodded. "Yes. You should be able to."

Daddy was back to trying not to laugh as he led them into the living room. "You guys have a seat and we'll be right back."

As the two men sat down, I thought we were finally moving in a more normal direction…but I was wrong.

Lorne smiled. "Cum doesn't stain but it's uncomfortable. We'll be patient while you change pants."

As I decided if I was going to die or not, he turned to Kenzie. "I told you they'd already finished when we got here. We didn't interrupt anything."

Kenzie seemed to think it was a logical discussion and nodded. "He might still need aftercare from his spanking. We'll make sure he gets juice."

My brain ground to a halt as they smiled and nodded again and got up to head toward Daddy's kitchen.

After a few seconds, I turned to him. "They're…they're getting me juice?"

He looked like laughter was going to explode any second, but he somehow managed to sound reasonable. "Yes, your new friends are going to take good care of you."

"Aftercare is very important." Kenzie's cheerful tone calling out from the kitchen had me back to thinking about dying again.

"Just ask Mr. Kennedy. He did a lot of research on it." Lorne didn't make the situation any better.

Wow.

There didn't seem to be a rational response to that, so I just tried to stick with polite. "Thank you. I'll remember that."

Daddy was going to pop if he didn't get his silent giggles under control.

Even glaring at him didn't seem to help, but he did mouth the word spank , which definitely distracted me. But eventually we made it back to his bedroom without him laughing or me having a heart attack, so I thought we were doing pretty well.

That didn't mean I knew what to do next, though.

I was smart enough to remember they had better hearing than humans and went up on my toes to whisper in Daddy's ear. "Do I just say thank you for my juice?"

Oh.

"They're going to see my cups, Daddy." Goodness gracious. "I…what if they bring out one of my cups. I like my cups, but I wasn't expecting to have anyone see my cups. What if they pretend not to see my cups? Do I mention it? Do I hide that I want one of my cups? They're magic and magic friends probably need magic cups."

Daddy gave me a big squeeze and held me tight. Once the words stopped coming out, he kissed my head and whispered back. "Baby, they came to our house to play, discussed if we'd finished our scene, commented on my pants, and then made themselves at home in our kitchen…and that was them trying to be nice. Nothing we do is going to be weirder than what they've done already."

Oh.

He had a point.

"I…I think I just needed the reminder that I'm not the strangest one here." I also had more reasonable manners because no matter what species I was, I knew not to go make myself at home in someone else's kitchen.

Daddy scoffed. "You will never be the strangest one in the room, cutie. I promise you that."

Hmm.

Taking a deep breath, I inched back to let him know he didn't have to squish me to keep me upright and functioning anymore. "Thank you, Daddy."

He didn't look like he believed I was fine. Raising one eyebrow, he looked highly suspicious and just waited.

And waited.

"I'm thirsty." So we had to brave my new friends.

Daddy managed not to laugh but he looked like all that holding it in was going to strain his stomach muscles. "Alright, one second and then we'll go get some juice."

Before I'd met Daddy and my new friends, I never would've understood how scary that sentence would be.