My Vampire Daddies

White Black Grey

I am not talking to Grey. It's been what two days now? I am mad at him for stabbing Carol with the needle. I know it's crazy and it doesn't make sense at all. Like all the poor bloke was doing was trying to help me. He could have just gone home the moment Carol woke up. He did not need to do anything for us. I mean it's not his responsibility. Carol is my little.

The worst part is Grey understands this too. I didn't see him leave the other day and he hasn't called or texted me since. Well, neither have I. He is giving me all the space in the world. He did it cos he knew if I stabbed her I'd hate myself instead of him.

Carol is fine now. She woke up quite late and did not remember anything about the nightmare or the shot. Thankfully, she is back to her chirpy, normal self.

We are snuggling in the living room watching some animated movie with fishes. Is this memo? No, Nemo??

"Daddy.. can we go meet Uncle Grey? It's been three days now!" Carol breaks my reverie.

"He must be busy working darlin'. It's the middle of the day." I tell her absentmindedly.

"It's Sunday daddy! Who works on a Sunday? Let's goooooo pleaseeeee??"

Fifteen minutes later a super excited Carol is dragging me to the next house.

We ring the doorbell and Grey opens the door after an eternity. He was sleeping. He is in his boxers, his hair askew and still half asleep. He looks sexy as f**k.

I would have taken him right then and there had it not been for Carol.

"Hello!" Carol chirps from my arms and goes into his.

"Hi, baby girl." He kisses her cheek and takes her inside, still trying to wake up.

I feel a tad bit jealous. I wanted to kiss him. So bad. I guess I am losing my s**t. I have a little now. I am growing old and senile. I follow them inside.

"Let's have ice creams for lunch," Christian says and Carol looks like its Christmas all over again. They sit at the table which is all messy, unlike the spanking clean house. He was working at the table. It has his drawings and things on it and I wonder if it's a good idea to let Carol sit there.

"What? We are not having ice creams for lunch."

"Whyyyyyy daddyyyyy?" Carol whines.

"I need ice-cream to wake up. Seriously." He yawns and then rests his read on the table.

What is it with Grey and ice creams? He always stocks in ice cream.

"I have other ways to effectively wake you up for good," I say.

Grey ups his head to look at me and gives me his lopsided grin.

"No daddy! Ice cream the best way!" Carol chirps.

"Yes baby, Ice cream is always the best way." Christian gets up and carries Carol to get the ice cream I am guessing.

They are actually having ice creams for lunch. I swear.

"Hey daddy, you're no fun anymore. Why are you always so serious?" Believe it or not, that's Grey.

"Yes! Daddy is never funnn! So boooooriiinnngggg!"

"No Carol, he was fun, once upon a time. We had lots of fun. Really."

God, I was. We used to work all day and party all night, have awesome s*x and then go off to work the following morning and then come back and do it all over again.

"Yeah, we will see how 'fun' you are once you get yourself a little."

"Daddy, you are no fun because of me?" Carol looks at me, hurt.

"No baby, that's not what I meant I promise." I pick her up and cradle her in my arms. "You want to see how fun I am, you want to?" I start tickling her and, she giggles and laughs and squeals, all the while trying to get away.

I look at Grey looking at us all mushy.