Page 70 of Their Little Helper

Harley?

“Papa’s gonna be a good babysitter” Snickering again, Harley offered Santos his last nugget. “Share with the babysitter.”

Rolling his eyes, Santos glared at the nugget and then me before focusing back on our silly cutie. “No thank you, and I’m not sure if babysitters give dessert. They probably don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Cheater.

Harley immediately started shaking his head. “No sitter.”

Santos fought dirty over strange things and he got Harley in on the nonsense because our boy aimed wide eyes at me and frowned. “Papa’s not a sitter. He’s Papa.”

They were both ridiculous.

I was going to explain that to them both but Harley decided to either be helpful or generous and shoved his last nugget in my mouth. “Sharing.”

Technically yes, but we’d have to discuss a few things once I stopped choking on his chicken.

“Papa?” Harley reached over and patted my head, smiling at me as I finally swallowed the cold nugget. “Daddy’s ready for dessert…and…and cuddles and attention?”

Santos rolled his eyes. “We’re not making him happy every time he’s a pain in the ass.”

He just didn’t like it that I was always right.

“We’re…we’re good helpers, Papa.” Harley shrugged like he couldn’t argue about facts but I had no idea what they were talking about.

Somehow, though, my being right equated to them being horny?

Santos’s sigh said he was probably confused too but he played it off well. “You’re right, but we’ll keep that in our back pocket if we need it.”

Lube?

Was he keeping lube in his back pocket?

“Let’s go find some cartoons or a movie to watch and then we’ll see if we need our emergency plan.” Santos shot me a strange look as I sighed and shook my head. “I’m not rewarding bad behavior unless I have to.”

Then it was lucky I was always good.

“Then we’ll come back to that dessert discussion later.” Even if Harley was an adorable bottomless pit, I needed some space before we were going to pester Santos to find us dessert. “Should we do cartoons or a movie?”

“Cartoon movie.” Harley made it sound like that should be obvious. “Nice people and nice dessert.”

Had someone scarred him with aggressive cartoons?

Those fun Japanese ones that were so interesting?

“Yes, nice people and nothing stressful.” Santos shot me a confused look that said he knew there was a story too. “Should we get a blanket to cuddle with or do we need something special?”

Oh, that was an interesting distraction.

Harley stopped wiggling in his seat and studied Santos seriously. “What kind of special, Papa?”

Did the sneaky cheater have something else to surprise Harley with?

“Oh, I don’t know.” His shrug was overly casual and had Harley sucking in an excited breath. “Sweet boys need things to cuddle with.”

How late had he stayed up shopping?

“I like cuddling, Papa.” Harley sighed out the words like Santos had promised him the world. “What…what do we cuddle with?”

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