Yes, Sir

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*M*
I woke up with a smile, ready to see Luke's perfect face.
"Good morn-," I stopped when I realized the space next to me was empty.
"Mum, this is terrible timing-"
"Honey, if you had a boy over you should've just told me. I would've kept Brixton for a little while longer," a woman's voice said with a soft laugh.
Brixton? Who the hell is that? Maybe it's his dog-
"Brixton! No we don't play with outlets!" The woman shrieked as quick footsteps could be heard.
"Sorry grandma!" A soft voice cried.
"Oh honey it's okay."
No no no, there's no way he is-
"Daddy can I have lucky charms! Grandma says they're not good for my teeth," I could practically feel the pout in the boy's face.
I didn't know he had a kid. Oh my god... what if he's married? The sudden urge to throw up was too much, I quickly tossed Luke's shirt on over my panties, it coming down to mid thigh.
I got up too fast, causing me to trip over his phone charger and crash to the hardwood floor.
"Fucking hell," I groaned as I held my foot in pain.
"Michael, are you okay?!" A worried Luke asked as he ran to my side.
"F-Fine," I mumbled as I felt tears come to my eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm just fucking peachy."
I pushed him away from me and ran to the bathroom. Not before being stopped my a little boy as tall as my waist.
"Who are you? You're pretty! Are you my daddy's friend?" The boy asked with wide blue eyes.
He was a spitting image of Luke. Curly blonde hair and blue eyes that shined brightly when the light hit them just right.
"I'm Michael."
"Brixton, nice to meet you!" He giggled while hugging me and skipping off.
"I see you've met Brixton?" A deep voice spoke quietly.
I turned to face Luke leaning against the wall. Tears came back to my eyes.
"Luke what the fuck," was all I could get out.
"Michael, just let me-"
"I didn't know you were fucking married, Luke! What the hell, how were you planning on telling me? Or were you even going to? Wow, this never fails to fucking happen-," I was cut off by warm lips pressing against my own.
I melted into the kiss and sighed happily.
"Will you let me speak now?" Luke asked as he leaned his forehead against mine.
I nodded.
"Brixton... well, long story short, he is a product of my ex-wife and I."
"I thought you were-"
"Gay? Yeah, I am. I always felt like being gay was a huge disappointment and let down to my parents. So I married a woman who I don't speak of around Brix. She left us after she gave birth and I haven't heard from her since. I married her because I felt like I had to."
I smiled softly at him and hugged him tightly, "thank you for telling me."
"I wouldn't lie to you about something this big, princess."
I got butterflies in my stomach.
"Sooo... he calls you daddy?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't make this weird, Michael," he chuckled, "it's only hot when you do it. Obviously when my son says it, it's just because he's my kid... but kitten, it's a whole other story when you do it."
I bit my lip as Luke trapped me between him and the wall. Suddenly his lips were on my neck, adding more love-bites to the collection. Before I knew it, my legs were around his waist, his growing hard on rubbing against my panties.
"Daddy, please," I whimpered, my mind slipping into its headspace.
"Yeah, baby boy? You want daddy?"
"Luke- oh dear! I'm sorry to interrupt!" The woman from earlier laughed as she covered her eyes.
"Jesus christ, sorry, mum!" Luke cursed as we untangled ourselves from eachother.
My cheeks heated up with embarrassment.
"Be glad it was me and not Brix," she laughed and walked away.
"So, now you've met my mother," he chuckled nervously.
"She's lovely," I whispered and we both started laughing.
"Does she... know about me?"
"She thinks you're 21."
"Oh."
Sometimes I forget I'm not 18. I will be soon though. Thank fucking god.
"I really like you, ya know?" Luke said, breaking the silence.
"I really like you too," I giggled as I kissed him.
"Daddy, I want cookies!"
"Let me better introduce myself to the little guy, yeah?" I asked and Luke's eyes lit up.
"Yeah."