You Can Count On Me (Christmas Daddies, #2)

by Fae Quin

Trent was everything we’d been missing, perfectly sized to fit in the gaps in our small family unit. He had fists. He had biceps. He had capable hands. His eyes glinted with the promise of rage—and yet…he chose cupcakes.

“Relaaaax, Roos.” Trent’s big warm hand fanned out along my hip as he gave it a tight squeeze that sent tingles through my whole body. “I’ve got you.”

“It’s okay, Pops,” Bubba reassured him. “I can be big for you sometimes, if you need it. I don’t mind.”

“I suppose I am,” Trent agreed, not even trying to deny it. “But you’re mine, Miles Johnson, and I’m finding…” “What?” I asked, breathless. “I don’t at all like the idea of sharing you.”

Life was full of wounds even when they healed. That was just the way of it. It was the steps you took forward on the tightrope, bleeding or not, that made the difference.

I let myself be young, and it didn’t hurt.

Mistakes are just lessons.

“Let me carry the weight for you. Let me be in charge. Let me hold you. Let me fuck you. Talk to me when you need to—pick me. Let me in. Let me fight your battles. Let me stand beside you. Let me share your secrets. Let me keep you safe.” I swallowed. “Please—” My voice cracked. “I’ve never felt the way I do for you, and it’s scary and wonderful—but god. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I think he loves you,” Bubba said, and my heart stopped. “I’d tell you not to hurt him, but I don’t think you ever would.” I squeezed my eyes shut tight. Tears burned hot down my cheeks, mixing with the soapy water. “I think Pops loves you, but I think you love him more. And maybe now you’re around I don’t have to protect him anymore. You can do it for me.”

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Tears spilled onto his collar, onto the salty sweet skin of his throat, but he didn’t mind. “Let it all out, Miley.” He held me tight. “I can carry it.”