Page 25 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

“Hey, man.” Jinx pulled out a chair and sat. “What’s going on with you today?” If it had been anyone else, I probably would have flipped them off and left. But not Jinx. First, he was too cool and laid back. Second, all of this was because of him. Because he came to our show and liked what he saw. He knew we had potential and was willing to reach out and make shit happen. No way would I disrespect that.

“Fuck. I don’t know.” I was a fucking mess. “This is Matty’s fault.”

“How so?” he scoffed.

I needed to put what I was thinking and feeling into words that I didn’t have. Me, the wordsmith, huh. Well, jotting down lyrics was different than talking about real feelings. Wasn’t it? Maybe I should be channeling this aggression into a song.

“Drake? Come on, give me something.” He stretched a hand toward me.

“So, I guess…” I cleared my throat to give myself another second to think about my words. “Now that I know what it’s like to have him with me, I hate not having him here.” Sending him back to Vegas was necessary, but it did not make me happy in any way.

“Thought so. Maybe go get him, surprise him and bring him back.”

“We have to do this.” I waved toward the sound booth. We needed to finish.

Jinx waved me off. “We’re ahead of schedule. Y’all are killing it. But you’re not going to get any quality work like this.”

That surprised the shit out of me. “I can just go then?”

“I don’t see why not. We can lay down guitar and drums and shit while you’re gone.”

“Fuck, yeah. Let me go make arrangements.”

Jinx stood and put his arm around my shoulder, shaking me with his other hand. “You’re with us now. Letmemake arrangements…”

Chapter twelve

Matty – Las Vegas

I was pouring a cup of coffee when I heard keys in the door. Keys? I ran to the front in time to see Drake walk in with his long, black hair flowing behind him, and his scowly face morphed into that wonderful smile that never failed to fill my tummy with flutters. His eyes were dark and intense, staring me down. “Fuck, you look good, baby-boy.”

I looked down my body. Bare chest and blue plaid sleep pants hung on my hips. My hair was probably sticking up in twelve directions, and I hadn’t even washed my face. “Huh?” I looked terrible, but—oh shit. “What’re you doing here?”

“I couldn’t keep my head straight without you.”

“Don’t fuck things up with the band. I’ve got this.”

“Eh. It’s good. We’ll get all this crap done faster together and then get home.”

Home.

That made me chuckle. Drake wrapped his arms around me, picking my feet up off the floor.

“Home is wherever you are, Daddy.” I wrapped my legs around his big frame.

He kissed down my neck and nibbled on my collarbone. “I’m here now.”

“Yes, you are.”

He walked me into the bedroom and followed me down to the mattress, lying on top of me. “Missed you too much.” He kissed me long and hard, taking my breath away both literally and figuratively. Of course, I kissed him back, but eventually, we broke for much-needed air.

“Daddy…I’m so surprised.”

“Good. I wanted to surprise you. I maybe…”

“What?”

“I’ve missed you. And I need you.”