Page 32 of Kylan

“But you wanted to tell Leon?”

Was that hurt in his eyes?

Oh, dear god.

I grabbed his hand. “Both of you. It’s always both of you. It’s not him more than you, please understand. I need you both equally. The same. Both. It’s not against you. It’s?—”

He smiled, taking my hand gently. “I know, darling.”

“Fitch asked me if I had a favourite,” I added, no clue why. I just needed him to understand. “And I couldn’t choose. Neither. It’s both. You’re a pair, a matching set, interlocking pieces. I need you both.”

“It’s okay, Kylan,” he said, still kind, still calm. Healways looked at me with such fondness. “I miss him too. We can miss him together, hmm?”

I nodded, gripping his hand. “Okay.”

“We could FaceTime him later if you like?”

“I would like that, very much,” I said.

“And you and I can have a special night. I was thinking we could order pizza and ice cream. Just for you and me. And watch a movie or something fun. How does that sound?”

Umm. I made a face. “Uh . . .”

Marek laughed. “Oh, sweet boy, I know what you’re thinking. We don’t have to do anything sexual. Would you find it strange without your other daddy here?”

I tried to think... “I don’t know. Maybe? I’m just very used to both of you. I’m not used to this. Would he be mad at us? Would he be missing out? I don’t want to hurt his feelings either.”

“Would you feel more comfortable talking about it with daddy when we FaceTime later?”

I nodded, relieved that he even thought to suggest such a thing. “Much.”

He gently touched under my chin. “You’re the best boy.”

I snuggled into him. “Thank you, daddy. And thank you for thinking of me, for staying here to be with me. I’m a very lucky boy.”

He cuddled me for a long moment, just rubbing my arm and back, and every so often, kissing the top of my head. It was everything safe and warm, though Leon’s absence still clung to me. “Why don’t you go up and getchanged,” Marek suggested. “Wear whatever you want, and I’ll order the pizza and the ice cream. Do you have homework to do tonight?”

I sat up and met his warm gaze. “I do, yes, daddy.”

“Bring your books down,” he said firmly. “Our fun night can begin after your work is done.”

He knew I needed this normalcy. This night was different enough, especially on the back of yesterday, and Marek understood that our usual routine would make me feel better. I leaned in and kissed him, smiling. “Thank you, daddy.”

I ran upstairs and chose an outfit I knew Marek favoured. It was a small, pleated school skirt, grey-and-pink tartan that barely covered my small black panties.

I chose the matching pastel pink school vest, no shirt underneath, and dotted on some pink blush and lip gloss.

Marek always hummed when he saw me wear this outfit. And if I was doing schoolwork...

I picked up the black vibrating butt plug, unsure. He’d said there’d be no sex tonight, and I understood why. But that was another out-of-routine thing that made me uneasy.

As much as I wished Leon was here, I didn’t want Marek to think he wasn’t my daddy in his own right.

Because he was.

Before I could overthink it and spiral, I took some initiative and made the decision on my own.

I went back downstairs to find Marek on the sofa, legs crossed, reading the financial newspaper. He looked upat me and did a double-take, his smile faltering, and he made that delicious humming sound again.

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