Page 25 of Awakening His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #17)

“Oops,” I say as the lamp crashes to the ground.

Both Daddies come running into the room, and I know that we’re in trouble now.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to,” Whit says.

“Yeah, we were making a nest so we could watch the movies together.”

“It’s okay.” Daddy picks up the lamp, which is fine. “Wow, that is a fantastic nest.”

“Really?” I ask, happy to have made Daddy happy.

“Fantastic.” Leo grins and hugs Whit close. It’s so cute how he tries to make himself as small as possible to fit into Leo’s hold. “Let’s go make some cookies.”

Whit and I run to the kitchen and stop when we see all the sprinkles and frosting set out.

“That’s a lot of sprinkles,” I say, and Whit nods.

All four of us sit down to decorate. Leo and I take our time making sure the cookies are perfect. Whit is more about quantity and has four done to my one. Daddy only made one, and now he’s dipping the broken pieces in frosting and eating them.

“You can make more,” I tell him.

“I’m good. The artistic genes skipped me and went to Leo.”

“Am I making too many cookies? I can slow down,” Whit asks.

“Make as many as you want.” Leo pats his knee.

“Let me see your red reindeer.” He holds up a messy red reindeer. “It’s good,” I lie.

Whit looks at it and frowns. “No, it isn’t. He’s terrifying.”

I try to keep my laugh in, but Daddy is the one who snorts. Soon we’re all laughing.

“I think you better eat that monstrosity before it gives Santa nightmares,” Daddy adds.

“Good call.” Whit bites the reindeer’s head off. “He’s scary but delicious.”

There’s more laughter and teasing about the way cookies look.

Winter comes in and looks at us like we’re disturbing her peace and quiet. But she still wants her treats, so she stands up and paws at Leo who is closest to the treat bag. She takes it and runs out of the room.

“She hasn’t been around as much tonight,” I muse.

“Maybe she’s scared of us,” Whit says.

“I don’t think so. She slept in our bed for part of the night.”

“Only because you gave her treats all night,” Daddy scolds.

“She’s my special niece,” Leo says. “Whit, if you eat too many cookies, you’ll get a stomachache.”

Whit pauses with a cookie midway to his mouth. “It’s only my third one, and I’m a big guy.”

“Mmm, you are a big guy,” Leo purrs, and Whit puts down the cookie to kiss him.

“Keep this up and you’ll give me a stomachache,” Daddy says.

“I can distract you,” I purr and move to kiss him, but before our lips touch, Leo pulls back from Whit.

“Let’s go watch a movie in the wonderful nest you boys built.”

“After we clean up,” Daddy interjects. We all whine, even Leo. “You know, cleaning up is an important part of a Daddy’s job.”

“You’ve been a Daddy for three days. What would you know about being—” Leo scoffs and then laughs at himself. “Yeah, sorry. You raised a pretty awesome son.”

“Who I still clean up after.”

“If we all work together, it will be quick,” Whit says. Leo and I grumble, but soon we’re all snuggled in the nest and ready to watch the animated movie about the grouchy green guy who hates Christmas.

I’m barely paying attention to the movie, instead I’m snuggling with Daddy, and I can smell his milk. He must be leaking because it’s getting late, and normally, I would have fed by now.

“Finish the movie, baby. I can wait.”

“But…” I paw at his shirt. “I’m thirsty now,” I whisper.

“Not yet, baby.”

“We don’t mind,” Leo says. “Do we, babe?”

“Nope.” His eyes never leave the TV.

“Well, I do, it’s very personal?—”

“And everyone here knows that you lactate,” Leo adds.

Daddy pauses, and I can feel him thinking about it. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“But the movie,” I whine.

“You’ve seen it before.”

“But the nest is so comfy.” I nuzzle deeper into his side.

“No,” Daddy says sternly, and I pout but stop trying to get his milk. I do put my hand in his shirt and curl my fingers in his long silver chest hair.

Damn, I love how hairy he is. He even has the furry ass that I dreamed of.

“Promise my you’ll be quiet and not hump my leg,” Daddy says, and I’m not sure what he means, but when he moves his shirt and wrap aside, I see that he’s leaking.

My mouth moves forward, but he stops me with a quick tug to my hair. “Quiet and no leg humping.”

I nod and latch on. The way I’m turned means I can’t see the movie anymore, but I can still hear it. The crackle of the fireplace, the warm glow of the Christmas lights, and Daddy’s milk in my tummy.

This is the best Christmas ever.

My eyelids grow heavy when Winter catches the corner of my eye. She’s running down the hallway, and she’s carrying what looks like a fluffy sock. I smile. It’s probably Leo’s. I bet she took his scarf too.

I wonder what she’s doing with his stuff. Daddy rolls over, and I whine at the loss of my snack. He pulls me to his other side, and I smile when I realize that I still have more.

“Let’s go to bed, babe,” Leo says.

“Just one more movie?”

“Santa can’t come if you’re awake.”

“But I’m not tired yet.” Whit yawns.

“I’ll tire you out.”

I hear them stand.

“Hey, Izzy?” Whit asks.

“Yeah,” I mumble around Daddy.

“Do you believe in Santa?”

I take a moment to really think about. I don’t know if Santa made it happen or not, but my dream Daddy exists, and I’ve got him.

“I believe in unicorns, so why not Santa?”

Daddy chuckles, and I feel it against my body.

They say good night and head out of the room. Daddy rolls on top of me and pets my hair while I continue nursing.

“I believe in Santa,” he says. “He gave me the sweetest boy ever.”

I smile and continue to suck Daddy’s nipple while he slowly opens me up with one finger, then two.

“I love you so much, baby. You take such good care of me and give me things I didn’t know I was missing. Things like love, affection, and a purpose.”

My back arches up, and still, I refuse to let go of his nipple. When he sits up and it pops out of my mouth, I whine.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He lifts my bottom and places a pillow under my lower back. “I’m just making sure you’re comfortable because I’m your Daddy and I want to take care of you.”

“I told you you’d be the perfect Daddy.”

He leans down to kiss me before he lowers his body down on top of mine. I take his nipple back into my mouth as he slowly slides into my hole.

“So tight. So, so good for Daddy.”

“This is perfect, Daddy. It’s my own Christmas miracle.”

“Mine too. One I didn’t know I needed, but now I can’t imagine being without.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, and we make lazy love in our Christmas nest.

“I know you’re awake.” Daddy’s lips twitch, but his eyes don’t open. I frown. I’ve already nursed on both sides, and he’s still not waking up. But it’s Christmas morning, and I want to open my presents.

I can’t do that until Daddy’s awake, so I bite his nipple, hard.

“Ouch! That hurt.” He sits up.

“You were being mean and pretending to be asleep.” I pout. He just grabs me and rolls us over so he’s trapped me in the spooning position. I wiggle and try to get out of his hold.

“I would like to still be asleep. Why are you in such a hurry to get out of bed?”

I growl at him, and he laughs. Then I manage to wiggle out of his hold and down the bed.

“Because it’s Christmas!”

“Oh, right.” He rolls back over, and I open the door.

“I’m going to go get Leo and Whit and we’ll start without you.”

“No, we won’t,” Leo yells.

“Traitor!” I yell back.

“If I’m up, he has to be too. Put on what’s in the bag.”

I notice the gift bag in front of the door. There are two sets of matching pajamas inside.

“I don’t want to see anyone’s other pajamas,” Leo calls.

I look down at my body and realize that I’m naked. Daddy must have carried me after we made love, and I know he’s naked too since I was just rubbing myself all over him like a cat in heat.

Speaking of cats, I wonder where Winter is. She normally comes in and annoys us until we get up and feed her.

Leo must have fed her.

“Here, Daddy, help me get dressed.” He grumbles. “Look at the cute matching pajamas Leo got for us.”

Mine are black-and-red plaid, and I manage to get the pants on, but I still can’t get the shirt buttoned.

He’s watching me but not getting up. So I grab his pajama bottoms and wiggle them up his body. I make it to his knees when he stops me.

“Baby, I need to put underwear on or everyone will be able to tell I’m not wearing any.”

“That’s the plan. I love seeing your dick print.”

“Leo won’t.”

“Well, you’re my Daddy and this is my Christmas too.”

“Fine.” He pulls them up. His are black-and-white plaid. He helps me button my shirt before he puts on his.

“Come on, boy.” He opens the door. “Leo and Whit are waiting, and you’re holding everything up.”

I gasp in shock. “Me! You were the one—” He cuts off my rant with a kiss and leads me down the hall.

“About time you two got up,” Whit grumbles. His pajamas are red-and-green plaid, and Leo’s are red-and-white plaid.

“Look how fucking cute we all are,” Leo exclaims. “Now if I could just get Winter into her pink-and-white plaid…”

“Remember what happened with the sweater last night?” I ask.

“Yeah, she tried to claw your hand off,” Whit says.

“Fine. Let’s take a few pictures of the four of us and we’ll get her later.” We take a few pictures in front of the tree.

“Here.” Leo hands me and Whit a box. “Let’s start with these.”

“Awesome! A drone.” I pull out a sleek blue drone.

“I got one too!” Whit yells.

“Me three,” Daddy says in surprise and holds out a silver one.

“Wouldn’t you know it? I got one too,” Leo adds and pulls out a red one.

“Santa was very generous this year,” Daddy says.

“He’s just getting started.” Leo winks at me.

After opening all the presents, and man, were there a lot, it’s time to make our traditional Christmas breakfast.

“Where’s Winter?” Leo asks.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her this morning,” I say.

“You didn’t feed her?”

“She didn’t wake us up, so I figured you fed her.”

“I haven’t seen her either.”

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Daddy kisses the top of my head. “We’ll feed her, and if she doesn’t come out by the time we’re done eating, we’ll go look for her.”

“Okay,” I grumble and get her some dry food and fresh water.

“I’ll make the waffles,” Daddy offers.

“And I’ll make the sausage,” Leo says.

“I’ll make the sausage, and you can make the bacon,” I counter and hug him. “You make the best bacon.”

“You’re right. I do.”

“What can I make?” Whit asks.

“Can you scramble eggs?” Daddy asks.

“Oh yes! I’m very good at making eggs.”

We all manage to work together in the kitchen without stepping on each other’s toes too much, and it’s perfect. Exactly what I would have wished for.

“Alright. You boys sit down, and I’ll bring over your plates,” Daddy says.

“Waffles for you and cut waffles for you.” He gives me the cut one. “What kind of toppings would you like?”

“Whipped cream and syrup,” I say, and Daddy covers the waffle in syrup before topping it with a mountain of whipped cream.

“And for you?” He turns to Whit.

“Can I have the same but with strawberries?”

“Of course.”

“Mimosa time.” Leo comes over. “Half-and-half for you, my boy. And mostly orange juice for you.”

I’m going to pout.

“You don’t want to mix drugs with liquor,” Daddy says and sits down next to me. He puts one pill next to my plate. “I thought we would try one today since you seem to be doing well.”

I take a moment to think about it, and he’s right. It’s been just over a week, and I think I can take less.

“That sounds like a good plan.”

“What was your favorite present?” Leo asks Whit when he sits down.

“I really liked the drone but also the special toy you gave me last night.” He blushes, and Leo grins.

“How about you, Izzy?” Leo asks me.

“The tablet is pretty awesome, and I can’t wait to race the drones.”

“Too bad it’s still snowing,” Whit grumbles.

“Yeah, no drones in this weather,” Daddy says.

“But my favorite present is having my family together for the holidays.”

“That’s sweet,” Daddy praises me and kisses my cheek.

“You’re a real sap, Iz,” Leo teases, but he takes my hand across the table. “But that’s my favorite present too.”

I happily stuff my face and enjoy this moment before I hear a meow. It’s soft, but I’m sure I heard it.

“What is it, baby?”

“I think I heard Winter.”

We all stop talking, and then I hear her again.

“Oh yeah,” Leo says, and we all get out of our chairs.

We follow the sound of her meowing.

“I wonder if she got locked somewhere?” Daddy asks.

“I saw her last night, and I think she was carrying a sock.”

“My sock!” Leo gasps.

We end up in front of the hall closet by the back patio door.

“I hope she’s okay.” I’m pretty worried about her because she’s meowing an awful lot.

“I’ll look inside first,” Daddy bravely offers. He opens the door and laughs softly. Laughing is a good thing. “Take a look.”

He pulls the door open, and there in the bottom of the closet is Winter, and she’s nursing three tiny kittens.

“It’s a Christmas miracle,” I gasp but keep it quiet.

“I want to see— awww,” Leo says behind me.

“Look at you. You’re a mommy.” I pet Winter’s soft head, and she meows at me.

“I bet she’s hungry. I’ll go get her food and water.” Daddy walks away.

“How many are there?” Whit asks.

“I see three, oh wait. There’s a little one under her arm.”

“Four kittens? Oh boy.” Daddy puts her things down, and Winter gets up to eat.

The babies whine and cry.

“They’re so tiny.” I scoop up the biggest one. It’s an orange tabby. “They still look kind of wet.”

“She must have just had them.” Leo pulls out his phone. “It says that a mom cat will work to clean the kittens, but it takes time. They will look wet and matted in the beginning.”

I pass the crying baby cat to Whit who’s kneeling next to me. “Here’s a ginger baby for you.”

Whit snuggles the baby right to his cheek. “Who’s such a cute baby?”

I hand a black one with white socks to Leo.

“Oh, baby. Don’t cry.” He nuzzles it close, and he quiets.

“This one’s all gray.” I hand it to Daddy.

I reach in and take the tiniest one. She wobbles and sways while she tries to walk. She’s all white like her mommy, but not as fluffy. I have a feeling she’ll get there.

“Hi, cutie. I’m your daddy.” This little girl refuses to settle in my hands and keeps crying out.

“She’s a little princess, like her mommy,” Daddy says, and Winter back comes over. She starts meowing like the world is ending. “I think she wants her babies back.”

One by one the kittens go back into the box.

“Is that my scarf?! Oh, you little bitch,” Leo complains but pets Winter. She lies back down, and the babies find their way back to her.

“What should we name them?” I ask. “I think the white one should be Snow.”

“It’s perfect, baby.”

“The black one is Hermes,” Leo grumps.

“You name the orange one,” I tell Whit.

“Oh no. They’re your kittens, you should name them.”

“I already did. You name one now.”

“I think it should be a Christmas name. How about Jingle or Ginger?”

“Either one is great,” Leo tells him.

“Ginger.”

“I love it,” I agree.

“How about you, Daddy?”

“Misty.”

“It’s perfect.”

“What’s wrong?” Daddy takes me in his arms, and I realize that I’ve been crying.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just so overwhelmed. Today was already the best Christmas ever, and now, there’s kittens. Real kittens!”

“I know it’s been a lot for one day. How about we wash our hands and finish breakfast before we go take a nap and watch more sappy Christmas movies?”

“Can we have cookies too?”

“Sure.”

“Best Christmas ever.”