It´s better to pretend being rich

It´s better to pretend being rich
“You said you would be both.” Her face dropped.
“It’s true. I did.” I was at a loss at what to do next. In hindsight, Ryan King and I should have had a far more in-depth discussion before I talked to Chloe. Sure, she would have hurt a bit longer, but then we would have been on the same page avoiding further hurt. I turned to my alpha. “Ryan King?”
“Hmmm if I am Daddy…” He rubbed his chin, exaggerating the movement. He already had an answer for this, the glint in his eye gave him away. Thank freaking goodness. “Maybe he could be Papi like your friend Suzy’s omega daddy?”
Papi. I could be a Papi.
“I like Papi.” I placed my hand on Ryan King’s knee as he finally joined us on the floor. We were both going to regret the floor tea party when we got up, but for now, it would have to do. Next time, we were having it the kitchen. Maybe with real tea. Yeah, she would like that and I liked the idea of next time.
“Me too,” Chloe quickly agreed. Crisis averted. “You know Suzy’s daddy and papi only have one bedroom.” And new crisis introduced. If I didn’t know better, I would say our little girl was playing us. Our. I loved the sound of that.
“Is that so.” Ryan King went back to his I’m thinking chin rub. “Maybe Laudis and I should do that too.”
“Yes, Daddy. That’s how Papis work.” She sat down across from me and next to both her dad and Wubby Girl before pouring fake tea into all of our cups and passing around the equally fake cream and sugar. “Her Papi is having a baby. You should do that too. A girl.”
Oh yeah, she was playing us. Ryan King’s chuckle told me he had come to the same conclusion.
“Chloe, think about the puppies and kittens at work. Do I get to decide if they are boy or girl puppies and kitties?”
“No. Their mama does that.” This talk was quickly going into territory I was uncomfortable with. Ryan King was the vet. I was leaving all discussions on how babies came to be to him.
“Actually, no one gets to pick.” He was simply factual and it seemed to be enough for her.

“That’s not fair. Brothers are boring.”
I had to laugh. She had neither a brother or a sister, so how she got this notion was beyond me.
“Have you ever had one?” Ryan King asked and earning him a come on, Dad
glare.

“No, but Suzy says her brother is boring.”

Suzy’s brother was a few years older than her and wanted nothing to do with his baby sister. That wasn’t boring, it was being siblings, but Chloe didn’t need to know that. She was going to have plenty of time to figure it out on her own.

“That doesn’t mean all brothers are,” I piped in as I poured her more tea. “Fine, you can have a boy.” She glared at me as if we had been lying the

entire time and were in control of the gender of what for all she knew was a hypothetical sibling.

“Chloe. We had a surprise to tell you, but you probably already guessed it.” Ryan King sounded so happy as he began the reveal. He was happy about this baby. Our family. How had I gotten it so terribly wrong? It was too soon to blame it on hormones. It was just my lack of self-esteem and my fear of rejection. I needed to fix that shit, and soon, because that was no way to role model for a child and within the year I was going to have two.

“I’m going to have a baby. Your brother or sister,” I emphasized. “Really? Can they come tomorrow?” She launched herself into my arms

and Ryan King scootched in behind us to wrap his arms around us both. “I can give them a spot in my bed and everything. I’m a good sharer.”

She was not a good sharer. But we had nine months to work on that. “That’s not exactly how things work,” Ryan King chuckled before going into

the exact baby conversation I was hoping to avoid. At least it was him talking about when a Daddy and a Papi love each other, because I was so not ready for that part of fatherhood just yet… or possibly ever.

We put Chloe to bed together that night. I read her a story, and then Laudis tucked her in. Then we both gave her a kiss and turned on her mama song as we closed the door quietly behind us.

I wrapped my arms around Laudis in front of my door.

"What do you think about moving your stuff into my room tomorrow?" He leaned forward for a quick kiss. "Mmm. Tomorrow sounds great.

Definitely not tonight."

"Are you saying you're not eager to get into my bed?" I teased.

"That isn't what I'm saying at all." Laudis pressed a kiss to my jaw, then continued along it and down my neck, nibbling his way down my skin. I felt the anticipation flow from his soft touches into my gut, stretching like a cat just waking from a nap.

I started walking him backward into my room. "What are you saying then?"

"I'm saying that now we're officially a couple, we deserve some couple time." He spoke between kisses, never breaking his concentration as I guided him to the bed.

"I suppose I could get on board with that," I said. "But you might have to detail exactly what is involved in couple time."

I turned to sit on the bed, pulling him after me so that his knees were on either side of my hips, his ass in my lap.

He sat back and played with the nape of my neck. "Oh, you know cuddles. Kisses. That kind of couple thing," he said airily.

"If that's what you have planned, then I expect some very vigorous

cuddling." I leaned back and thrust my hips up to prove my point. He met me with his hips, the pressure and friction through our clothed erections only fueling my need for him.

"Laudis," I gasped. "What you do to me... I don't think I can handle this light play tonight. I need you. I need to know you're here. I need to know you're mine."

"And I haven't finished apologizing," Laudis said with a playful grin. "While I certainly hope those apologies involve sexual favors, you know

you weren't the only one who messed up, right?" I pulled his arms down and caught his hands in mine. "I panicked. I'm used to being on my own. To dealing with problems on my own. And it will probably take me a while to figure out how not to do that, but it doesn't excuse what I did earlier. I'm not the only one who fate dealt a crap hand. I'm sorry I didn't take care of you the way I should."

Laudis blinked away tears.

"Please don't cry," I begged. "I can't bear to see you hurting."

"Then stop being so damn sweet," Laudis protested. "These are happy tears, you monster."

I kissed each tear as it fell. "A monster, huh?"

"A big, fluffy monster," Laudis corrected. "With really squishy insides."

I flipped him to the bed and pressed my decidedly unsquishy erection against him. "We'll see who's squishy."

I stepped back and began undressing. Laudis watched me with hooded eyes for a moment, then flew into a flurry of action, pushing down pants and stripping his shirt until he was naked and spread eagle on the bed before me, slowly stroking his cock.

I took my time. As much as I needed to get to the main event, I still wanted to savor this moment. This night when we truly became a family. There would be an official ceremony later if Laudis wanted, but this would always be the night I remembered.

Laudis lifted his knees so that I could see his glistening hole. "Can you see how wet I already am for you?"

I had to grasp the base of my cock so that I wouldn't come like a teenager, just at the sight and his words. When the moment of danger passed, I stepped forward and leaned over him, bracing one hand next to his shoulder and using the other to circle his tight pucker. "How much do you want me?"

While Laudis pretended to think about it, I slid a finger in, curling and pressing and twirling inside of him. He was already fairly loose and ready, so I pulled out and slid a second finger in to scissor, stretching his hole, preparing him for my knot. Each time he looked like he was about to answer me, I tried something new. Curling both fingers in, pressing directly against his prostate, pumping in quickly for a few seconds. I never let him go long enough to catch his breath. And then I added a third finger, again, changing my technique as often as needed. When I finally slid my fingers out completely, all he could do was moan at the loss, but I quickly replaced it with the head of my cock, sliding in with one smooth stroke, not too fast and not to slow. Laudis gasped, the stretch just a little too much.