Page 68 of My Fake Mafia Daddy

"No, Daddy." I sniffle as I kiss Constantine's right nipple. "We're cuddling. I don't want to leave."

"We must." Constantine tilts my chin up. "I arranged a playdate with three new friends. We booked Little Land so you can play."

I peer into Constantine's eyes, trying to find any sign of deceit. But I can't.

I envision the friends Constantine spoke about the other day, Christian and Rowan.

My jaw drops. "You're kidding."

Constantine laughs and shakes his head. "No, angel. Christian, Rowan, and their friend Karter will play with you. They're excited to meet a new friend."

"Will you be there, too, Daddy?" My eyebrows migrate to my forehead. "I don't want to go without you."

It's great to meet new friends. But a playdate without Daddy being there? Pssh. The idea is so inconceivable I refuse to consider it.

If I go to Little Land, I want Constantine watching me. He can monitor me while I build block towers and play with stuffed animals.

Constantine dusts my lips with a kiss. "Yes. I'll be with you."

I kiss Constantine as hard as I can. "I'm ready, Daddy."

Constantine winks at me. "There's something I must show you first, boy. Follow me."

My heart pounds in my chest as Constantine grips my hand. He leads me out of the pillow fort and brings me to the edge of the bed.

A breath twists out of me. "What is it, Daddy?"

I wonder what Constantine must show me. Is it a toy? A new pacifier? It could be anything. I bounce up and down on the balls of my feet to control my excitement.

Constantine pulls a gift bag out from under the bed. "Here, angel. Open this up."

My Little side hijacks my control panel as I take the bag. I squeal and bubble with warmth, pressing the gift to my chest. Tears well in my eyes, and I can't help but sob as I peel back the tissue paper.

Growing up, I dreamt of a Daddy who'd give me gifts. My mother never had money to purchase gifts for me for my birthday or Christmas. When she gave me something, it was a hand-me-down from a local homeless shelter, because she used her spare cash to purchase drugs.

Constantine understands I didn't have a childhood growing up. He wishes to correct that.

"Open it, boy."

I tug the gift out of the bag, and can't believe my eyes when I see what it is. It's a onesie. A soft, beautiful alien onesie. It has pictures of cartoon spaceships and aliens smiling at me with big googly eyes. It smells like fresh flowers, and I can't help but blush as I bring it to my nose and inhale deeply.

"Read the card, boy." Constantine smiles.

I pull the card out of the bag.

Happy first "official" Little day, Arlo. I loved watching you grow into your true self this week. Today we'll play together at Little Land. Please keep this card and onesie to remember our wonderful day.

I love you, Daddy

Tears well in my eyes. I sob as I leap into Constantine's arms and pepper him with kisses.

"This is so sweet, Daddy," I wail, collapsing in his arms. "No one buys me gifts. This means the world to me."

Constantine pats my bum. "Take your clothes off, boy. We must change."

I giggle as Constantine helps me out of my clothes. He tugs my green t-shirt off and pulls my pants to the floor. My willy is soft, and Constantine plants a kiss on it before he slides my feet into my new onesie.

I moan as my willy hardens beneath Constantine's lips as he buttons my onesie. Warmth floods my being, and I tremble in his arms. This is everything I dreamt about. My Daddy loves me. My sweet, gentle Daddy who fulfills my needs.