Page 69 of My Fake Mafia Daddy

Constantine pats my bum. "Let's go. Leonardo will take us to Little Land now."

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"Zebra Cakes, zebra Cakes,"a blond boy says, twirling in a dinosaur onesie. "Come get your treats!"

Constantine nudges my ribs. "That's Christian. He loves treats in Little mode."

I look at the wonderful scene in front of me. "Daddy." I tuck Mr. Green under my arm and raise my palms to my cheeks. "This is indescribable."

Walls of stuffed animals and cute toys expand as far as the eye can see. Pastoral mobiles hang from the ceiling, and soft lullabies play from cotton candy-colored speakers. I thrust my hand in Constantine's as a whiff of sugar enters my nose. The baby-like decorations on the walls scream home to me.

I peek at the sign that says Little Land on the wall in neon lights and curl into a ball. I look at Christian's dinosaur onesie and beam when I realize Constantine dressed me correctly. Every boy here is in a onesie. One boy standing behind Christian is in another dino onesie and one wears a baby duckling onesie. All three boys look sweet enough to eat, and I glimpse their three sexy Daddies in suit coats behind them.

This issoooamazing.

Something in the back of the store catches my eyes.

"Is that a ball pit, Daddy?" I point to a rectangular pool. It's long and wide and brims with colorful stuffed animals. I've never seen anything like it. I'm not sure what it is.

Constantine cups my ass. "It's a ball pit filled with stuffies, sweet boy. Little Land has different toys for you to regress with today."

Christian sees me out of the corner of his eye. He squeals and rushes to my side.

"Hi." Christian sticks out his hand. "I'm Christian. You must be Arlo."

I blush as I shake Christian's hand. It's so soft, and it feels like this boy hasn't done hard labor in his life. In fact, his soft hand is exactly like mine.

"Yes." I grin as I pump Christian's hand. "It's nice to meet you, Christian."

"I like your onesie." Christian looks me up and down. "We don't have a friend in our group who likes aliens. You're the first."

Warmth bubbles up within me. I bury myself in Constantine's firm muscles.

"I fit in." I kiss Constantine's chest. "They don't have a boy who likes aliens yet. Christian says I'm the first."

Constantine chuckles. "Don't mind him. Arlo has a propensity to cuddle whenever he experiences happy feelings."

Draping his arm around me, Constantine pulls me tight. "You'll do great, and Christian's excited to play with you."

The two other boys, Rowan and Karter, run to my side.

"Hi." The one on the left sticks out his hand. "I'm Rowan. This is my friend Karter."

Peeking out from behind Constantine, I glance at Rowan and Karter. They're both blond with blue eyes and have baby faces. Their onesies are adorable and I freak out when I see the stuffies under their arms. I wonder how old they are. They also look like me.

I squeeze Constantine's hand as I muster up courage. "Hi, Rowan and Karter." I shake their hands. "Thank you for inviting me here today. I'm excited to play."

Karter gasps. "Oh my God." He rushes to my side and hugs me. "Look at your onesie. Aliens are SO cute!"

I drag my eyes up to Karter. "Do you believe in extraterrestrial life?"

I've never met anyone who wants to discuss aliens with me. Most people think I'm crazy.

Karter claps and spins in a circle. "I believe in all things magical." He picks up a treat. "We're not big skeptics here. Especially not in Little mode."

Rowan smiles. "If we believe in the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, and the Great Pumpkin, I don't see why we can't believe in aliens, too."

Christian holds the tray of pastries out to me. "Zebra Cake?"