Daddy, Daddy, and Me by Sean Michael
Thank you to Divine Magazine for hosting me today. I think one of the reasons why I enjoy writing books about gay daddies is because there’s something wonderful about a man with his child – there’s a tenderness in that which we don’t always see in men. It’s sweet and heartwarming.
I enjoy it in movies as well as books. For instance, I love The Rock. I think he’s a beautiful man, funny and sexy and smoldering. Now put him in a movie with kids, and I melt. The Game Plan and The Tooth Fairy both had him interacting with children and it was absolutely adorable.
I hope that you find Jeff and Donny adorable, too!
Smut fixes everything
When Jeff agreed to be the sperm donor to his best friend Beth, he never expected a tragedy to leave his newborn and three-year-old motherless. Beth’s loss has totally thrown his life into chaos: his lover has left him, his house isn’t anywhere near childproof, and his boss feels the restaurant has been patient enough with Jeff’s time off.
Donny has always known he wanted to work with kids, and he just finished his degree in early childhood education. He didn’t count on the prejudice he’d face as not only a male nanny, but a gay one at that. Job-hunting has been frustrating to say the least, so when he knocks on Jeff’s door and is greeted by the sounds of things breaking and a pair of screaming children, he thinks maybe he can begin this particular interview with a trial by fire.
Becoming the nanny to Jeff’s children might be a dream come true for Danny and exactly what Jeff needs, but are either of them ready to really be a family?
“Well, there you go. Good luck with them, man. And don’t be a stranger.”
“I’ll see. Maybe we’ll get together.” When the kids were grown.
Mickey’s laughter came through the line. “I know a blowoff when I hear one. Take care, man.”
He hung up, closed his eyes, and prayed. “Please. Please, Bethy. I’m trying so hard for you, for them. Help me make the right decision. I miss you, you bitch.”
“Food’s ready!” the cheerful call came from the kitchen.
“I’m coming.” He wiped his eyes, headed in. “Looks good, man. If you want the job, it’s yours.”
“Really? That’s awesome! I do. I want it. Thanks!” Donny beamed at him, then came toward him, looking for all the world like he was going to hug Jeff. Instead, at the last minute, one hand shot out.
He shook Donny’s hand, tried to smile. “Can you start now? I mean, you sort of have.”
Donny grinned and nodded, turning him toward the table where Robin was sitting with his very own little pizza in front of him. “I can. I’ll need to go home tonight and bring my stuff back tomorrow. Is that okay? It’s just, I don’t even have a change of clothes or anything.”
“That’s completely reasonable.”
“Cool. I made you a tomato, ham, and cheese pizza, but if you want a different kind….”
It was only then that he noticed the table had been set with three settings—for him and Donny as well as where Robin sat. Kimberley was still in her car seat in the corner, dozing by the looks of things.
“That sounds lovely. Thank you.” He sat, staring at the plate, suddenly so fucking tired. He’d been on his own for nearly two weeks, and it was almost overwhelming, now, to have help, to not be the only adult.
Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
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